Upon opening the door
the scent alone will cause you to faint
There is barely space to walk
Loose boxes and pallets
almost stack to the roof
as though ready to fall
Kitchen utensils remain unwashed
with pieces of broken glass
everywhere
the dust on the curtains
makes the color fade
How often you see a place
neglected by someone
who has no decency
and shows no concern
to correct any mistakes
broken chairs with missing legs
Knives without handles
unsanitary foodstuffs
with expirey dates
Bottles of soft drinks
under the cupboards
and loose clothing
wrapped in between
Infested by termites
with filth falling from the ceiling
with moulds becoming mountains
on the floor
swollen can foods ready to explode
plastic bottles split open
due to heat of the sun
The walls seem ready
to fall apart
while the locks seem
to have no life anymore
Keeping some cows away from sunlight.' Giving highly
Un-organic products to the animals as foodstuffs which
They had no means of refusing' causing the premature
Deaths of cows involved in said experiment.' While millenia
Of ( living history ) was on hand to reffer to on the best
Practice in animal care and care for human consumption
i beleive a r l a has now shelved its poisionus pilot trial.?
YET GOOD BYE AS I WANT TO SEE AN END TO YOUR
COMPANY AS SOON AS RIGHT NOW..! As readers may
Gather I am no longer a customer of the above
Anagram.
Its a conundrum to me.? In Ukraine i see; farmers
Complaining they can't farm' because of wars harm
The E U did help, droppling tariffs no stealth.'
In Holland its different..There the farmers are punished
Net zero ' and soundbytes don't encourage' the rulers
Are hostile.' yet eye the farmers lands in ernest.' again
I hear of shortage of foodstuffs, because of whatever.?
Or is it really all bleather.? In Holland they can't farm for
To the eco, they could cause harm? Yet there is much
Green help to Ukraine uranium shells? all is fair game.' Its
Zippe de do dah..' no masks now though i note ho ha..'
With unsanition and war scars, i did see them initially
2022 it just stunned me, i sense oxymoronica why would
Russia invade, in the plan-demic? Such a deadly epide
mic'
Its really not clear to me? Maybe others here could offer
Clarity.? Part the mud so I could see, any plan for humanity
For b evaluation it escapes me.' Apart from absurdity.!
Before
Toussaint and Dessalines
It was nothingness
Organs, guts and spleens
Of our ancestors could be found alongside the roads
Many fleeing poor slaves in disarray
Were treated worse than animals
Oh! It's hard to find the words
To describe the usual carnage
From the time of slavery.
Before
The Battle of Vertières
Graveyards and cemeteries
Were virtually everywhere
Before
Pétion and Boukman
Christopher and Biassou
It was slavery
Blacks and Indians were considered savages
Worse than animals
Were humiliated, lynched, tortured, massacred, and killed
By adventurers, buccaneers, hyenas, deplorables, freebooters
Pirates, motherless bastards and marauders of the time
In search of sugar, foodstuffs, indigo and gold.
Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Mad Max and the Thunderdome
Matinee at the brand new cine
money for tickets but little else
Indeed we had not any
my purse the repository
Each a burger and coke
finding the theater empty
Look it's ours,in union spoke
Finding a tier of few chairs
Simultaneously we plopped
Only to find them unbolted to floor
As our secreted foodstuffs we dropped
Onions flagrantly scenting the air
Our toes to the ceiling
Without any flair
cans of coke rolling away without care
Hurriedly jumping to feet
Scrambling contraband to secrete
Cat back in the bag before usher arrived
Offering free popcorn, SAAWEET.
Ocean
always provides
human’s daily foodstuffs,
corpses also remain buried
below.
The shock that I felt was enormous,
as the tab on the cat food I pulled,
a fountain of biscuits shot out of the top-
the box, it was actually full !
I stood, disbelieving, bewildered,
this never had happened before,
I finally came to my senses again
and swept all the bits off the floor.
'Contents are liable to settle',
I've seen it on loads of foodstuffs,
in some cereals, where half of it is fresh air
and what's left is just not quite enough.
And bags of crisps, don't get me started,
whatever the flavour or range,
seven flakes, powdered crumbs
which just coat both your thumbs
and then leave your tongue feeling short-changed.
Forgive me, for always believing
(and I think most folks do, by and large)
that the air we breathe in now and always has been
since the dawn of mankind, free of charge.
So why do the makers of products
include something already free?
Just give us lots more of the thing I paid for
and leave all the breathing to me.
And when my time one day is over
and no longer am in fine fettle,
the box I'm carried off in,
on the lid of the coffin
write ' contents are liable to settle'.
There's something that they're putting in the water and we really ought to know just what it is
and some who're bound up in red tape won't believe that we're being poisoned by behavioural conditioning
I think that this is absolutely true.
And
because and seems to fit
on the processing of foodstuffs we are stuffed full of their bullshot but testosterone reduced to keep us willing though not able.
It becomes a tad more evident when we realise that this is what Harry meant when he wrote of Soylent Green
Man will eat his fellow man believing that it's processed ham,
I think the 'rapture's' possible but certainly not biblical and more likely to be chemical but that is just a thought.
Yet still
because there had to be.
We've been drinking sodium pentathol because they told us it was
alcohol and basically we're
screwed.
(truth is, it's pentothal but that didn't rhyme so I lied.)
In that sky
So many stars twinkle.
Thousand years, we have to remember.
So many birds chirp there.
In that sky, we see So many thunders
Kept there lightnings.
It to be creates.
It rains.
The earth creates its foodstuffs.
Man and creature to survive.
Where rain to be needs.
Where nature takes care to keeps these.
Saroj khan[sakha]
Another year is nearly finished with,
And carol singers knock, or ring my bell;
I sit in darkness, telly turned down low -
I’ll keep my quid (my cat could sing as well).
It’s cold outside and heating costs a mint,
But people hope for even colder snow;
I hate the winter weather - ice is worst:
A broken leg’s no joke, that’s all I know.
I dread the thought of sprouts at Christmas lunch;
All festive foodstuffs disagree with me.
And writing cards is just a dreaded chore -
Like sweeping needles dropping from the tree.
But ‘tis the season to be jolly now;
And even Scrooge had learnt to find it fun -
I’ll force a smile and wear a paper hat,
And mutter, ‘Merry Christmas, everyone.’
*I love Xmas, but I know plenty who don't, lol
For Francine's Christmas Dinner contest, written 25th November
stretching back in the cathedra
at the office or in the classroom,
after binging in the afternoon on
gas-producing foodstuffs,
with said digestive organ of said
animated being
enlarged &
bursting at the seams in
pants that had been chosen
not to be worn after such a meal,
so when the belt is loosened &
the top button unbuttoned,
out from the mouth comes a
particular squish of air that
can be recognized as both a
burp
(eructation)
&
a yawn
(gaping open mouth indicating
tired, weary, lack of care),
but no one knows which is
a more accurate
depiction,
so in unison
all who have witnessed it,
proclaim it a
“yurp!”
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