Amused by the scenario outside
My heart wept loud inside
What has happened to this world?
I saw a dull life around when I swirled.
Every human with a mask on the face
Everywhere abandoned were the place
Roads instead of car, occupied by barricades,
Economy being degraded in cascades.
Migrants walking thousand miles
Their thirst and hunger defeating smiles
Shops in shutters with a lock that were wide
Posters on walls with rules to abide.
Doctors serving with a spirit that is new
Policeman on duty that is tight for the view
Workers fumigating the area we reside
I saw the birds flying high with pride.
Categories:
fumigating, abuse, childhood, class, desire,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, pencil pusher,
your meager ambitions are few
Looking across the human prairie
what do you office see?
Your cubicle is left of center,
on the low rung of the corporate ladder
Middle management is not your destiny,
mornings are your richest coffee coronations
You revel in the small talk
carried to your cubicle by the gossip pigeons
Such a downcast view
you have of society
Two week vacations are your highest aspirations
Such a broad, bustling view
you have beset in front of you
But business chatter never interest
your backwater occupational view
Sitting in your cluttered, square chateau,
you envy not the frenzied activity
of the driven few
Those who fight to swim upstream,
unlike you ... just single tasking
and fluorescent basking
Being a cubicle fly,
curious buzzes always catches your eye
What’s the latest sordid affair
fumigating the office air,
this intrigues you mightily
Who made the fateful, fireable mistake
that cost the company a bundle,
this is your lure cast over the carpet lake
A quaint view from a cubicle,
with your clock ticking,
until it’s time for the next lunch break
Categories:
fumigating, jobs, parody, perspective, society,
Form: Light Verse
THY KINGDOM COME
Partridge ey'd widow wailed
'Give me your life'
Pawn broker, hawkish, grunted
'Take the money and vanish'
Howling of contentious hyena
'Stop shadow games, get lost'
'A handicam', tweetering daughter
Son sneaking at late hours
Fumigating inside shut doors
Fatigue from farthest room,
Wrinkles and heaviness.
Cherished love perished
Dexterous rope dancer
Sober attire in bean monde
Fiascoes in War and Love
Cortege on street
Dalliant moon shower, coquettish
Is this Thy Promised Land !!
Dig nails deep
Uproot conch inside ribs
Life sap dripping.
This is my blood and flesh
Thou shall have it.
Dispassionate soul hung at eyrie
Rest in pieces,pounded
And Thy Kingdom Come !!!
Categories:
fumigating, passion,
Form: Blank verse
The creator gave me a big and wide blanket
to cover plenty families
to shield them from burning flame.
I did this successfully for many years
but now my blanket is full of holes
holes!produced by the sons of those I`m suppose
to protect and shield.
They pour chemicals on my blanket,
blanket!which is rare and very dear
my work is presently more difficult.
my blanket is now thinner and perforated,
burning flame now penetrates easily
causing lots of problems for the little ones.
stop fumigating me with this rubbish!,
I can`t take this any more,stop!I say stop!
so that I can complete my mission.
Olusegun Arowolo
Categories:
fumigating, me, people,
Form: Free verse
Oh Cupid! You still looking? It’s me...
Where’s my dream man? You know...muscled he.
And some brains would be nice,
otherwise, no lice,
fumigating has caused allergy.
That stupid pig was NOT company.
He just grunted and rooted, you see.
Take that thing you call bow
and bring my man in tow.
Oh Cupid, where’s the love pin for me?
The lawn regrew from your fiery blaze.
I forgive you, the alcohol raze...
Ev’ry year, I’m older,
so Cupid, I’m bolder!
Justifiable, menopause phase!
Janet Vick
Categories:
fumigating, funny,
Form: Limerick
Twas the night after Christmas
Alone with my tinder, ex-spouse
Holed up with this fumigating grouse
Trite presents with her I did douse
Wrapped with old newspaper that she did delouse
With boiling anger she did fumble then browse
From recycled boxes pulled a dingy sweater and moldy blouse
Fueled by spite she began to spew and touse
When to her glee, she my present did espouse
An unwrapped cask of cheap wine, she did uprouse
She intimated that I could now intox and bouse
While she with a better man did carouse
After a few drinks, the blanched holly and mildewing mistletoe did
arouse
A tender feeling for that renovated louse
Categories:
fumigating, funny
Form: Rhyme
Beautiful, burnished, brilliant
Yet, my ink friendly inclinations produce a chemical discrepancy
And now, you come – Artist
Scratching, on my polished mental plate
Do not blacken me with your fumigating candle
Do not soak me in your acidic bath
Yet, here you are, sketching to leave your design
Ever so lightly, you etch, carefully, penetrating
Acid soaks into your carefully drawn lines
The depth of your influence is varied
Teasing a relief by removing your blackened wax
Only to soak me in your iniquitous ink
Here, I must bring it an end. I must stop you - Artist
I must cleanse my mental plate
Chasten long and purposed for that original surface
Until a polished steel-plated revelation
Yes, there, beautiful, burnished, brilliant…perfect, if not for
Your Latin radere
The etchings of your needle
The stain of your ink in my serrations
My effort seems wasted
The vestiges of your ink tainting all that I touch
Now, everything has your art
Like wetted paper onto my mental plate
Categories:
fumigating, allegory, angst, art, me,
Form: Free verse