Yaa just can't; save deisol or gasoline, they're dissappearing like time, and times
Unseen.' Gone with the wind..Yet with even
More drama.' Where politicans magic up
Their promises, and un-realisable panoramas..the have the glue it seems to
Me? yet not the pieces needed, also not and
As an extra to expectations, even a Clue.'
20% of petrol..Or gas travels through Hormuz..Yet are we being had, not all
Ships are blocked, so maybe 15% percent
Lost, to world demand, its not even a 50%
Drop.? Yet there is talk of lockdowns.' By
Administrations world-wide.. I think well.?
No its obvious...We are being pushed onto
Some ill fated ride.'
Knock knock.. us all in a state of shock
Facing racing against a time bomb clock
Tick tock our great leaders in the dock
Should and could have got more stock
Too late fate due to Hormuz strait block
Missiles rock Iran but they clock their glock
As Kiwi folks to the petrol pumps do flock
Knowing we're going to be seriously in hock
Must mock Luxon & Willis with their crock
In their mouths forcefully placing that sock
Throw away the keys after turning the lock
Food use to grow freely, making us have many things to fill our bellies.
Food in its natural state, use to be so accessible, it use to grow all around.
Food is like a gift from God, it has the ability to make us feel great.
Food is the fuel we need to survive, it keeps us going all day long.
Food like apples and other fruit, use to grow all around.
Food should always be growing all around, it should be easily found, making no one suffer from starvation.
Food is essential, so make it grow and give it away every day.
Food is our fuel, so make it grow and teach the next generation to be great farmers.
Food should never be wasted, all the unused food should be donated, to a place for recycle.
Food is medicine, it cures, it fills our body with essential stuff, so value it, procure it, and never waste it.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Time the lies were finally binned
Greedier needier leaders grinned
Pacts who the facts have spinned
Scorched earth torched & skinned
Fossil fuel fools acts have sinned
Renewable is doable hopes pinned
As some resources haven’t thinned
We will always have sunshine & wind
No motivation,
No drive,
A goal in mind,
A road ahead
Yet no fuel for the car
That will take me there
Instead I sit,
Parked in complacency
Waiting for fuel
I was told not to take my foot off the gas,
But what if there’s no more?
What if pressing the gas only damages the tank?
Now I can only look out the windshield at the long winding road
I see obstacles in the distance,
from here they look massive,
And my fuel dries up again,
But I’ve come so far,
And I don’t plan on stopping forever
But right now I must stop
And wait for fuel
For whose sake
states indulge in wars?
Chiefs of realms,
so as to
fulfill their selfish egos
dig their people’s graves!
We settled in for the long flight home,
the loud noise got our attention.
Dinner was served with a smile,
then the captain came on.
We blew out our tires on take off,
now for an emergency landing.
One Brief Unforgettable Moment.
This bird has flown
when all else failed
if only we'd known
that ship has sailed
and the plane's left the gate
but wait it's not too late
to radio the pilot
once twice or even thrice
while on the ground
ask him nice
if he'll turn around
in a trice and name the price
to retrace his track
as it won't be the first
unplanned taxi back
for whom the fuel burns
happenstance
of many happy returns
Ate peas porridge hot,
Ate peas porridge cold.
It tasted like snot,
It tasted real old.
On Mom's second shot,
It tasted like coal.
"I made a new pot,"
"So, have a hot bowl."
But, fresh gruel or not,
It smelled worse than skunks.
Put head over pot,
Blew peas porridge chunks.
She took a stroll one moonlit night
in search of lumps of anthracite.
She knew that coal could soothe her soul:
one moonlit night, she took a stroll.
Insomniac, anaplasty
coal soothed her soul: but she knew she
would need, to get her nostrils back,
anaplasty. Insomniac,
obsessed with smoking magic weed,
to get her nostrils back, she’d need
a plastic surgeon – but the best!
With smoking magic weed obsessed,
she’d need a reconstructed nose.
The rhinoplastor whom she chose
loved coal, and gave her, quick as thought,
the reconstructed nose she sought.
Sycophants, thy future.
On what does it depend?
Gold upon the ground, be pure!
River, yield thy bend!
Tormented, ye prophets?
Pleiades, rescue me!
Toolshed, art thou Tophet's?
Fly, O fancy-free...
Gain upon in rhythm?
By what right, friend and foe?
Onward, black abysm!
Dark backward, well ... Although ...
Reign of conquerors endless!
On this doth all things hinge!
Forward, O ye stark friendless!
Heart within all, twinge!
White sand, will ye countermand?
One man gang or band?
Prison walls about us planned?
Better that we stand!
Robber, burglar, thief, thy grief.
Defy, my belief.
O ye Indians, stern thy chief?
Ten thousand foot reef...
Tentacles, reach upward!
Tangle, root! Enchant!
Golem, gate! Break fast, my guard!
Feet of mine, just plant...
Will or wool, O brazen? Bull.
Mea culpa, pull.
Green fire? Clean death due a trull?
Fate and Fortune, full?
Hope's restoration,
is the fuel of faith's flow;
the pump of god's love:-
Just turned 22
Six years flinching at you
Six years of you leaving me blue
Our love is an engine
And it runs on nightmare fuel
I fell through a hole amidst of a serious political moment
And choked on my anger
I kept falling and falling,
The world now looks like a burning hell
And I'm a living fuel,
Blazing and falling all the way to down there
Where my metamorphosis will be completed.
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