Both, my life pump and my quarter kilo supercomputer sat together, smoking the cigarettes of boredom, waiting for the hit in life to arrive, not sure what to do, when suddenly, a gush of wind brought a red ballon flying accross the pair of caneras stuck on my face, and sparked a sensation of curiosity in the boredom struck brain.
The cameras locked on, the feet carried 50 kilos of flesh and bones and a 10 kilo soul in the direction of the gushing wind, like a small child would, just to gwt the feel..........
Friday News
Woke up, the brain computer told me
about the cost of vegetables in Holland
I904, when a kilo of carrots was priced at
0'02 Guilders
Got up, switched on the computer
The news was miserable, a rusty tank ship
full of oil floating about near Iceland
Trump had pulled out of the organization that
It was helpful to protect the environment
The oil people had won nature again, can
look after itself
Two of Trump's mouthpieces told how
They were going to steal Venezuelan's
oil, they did so without blushing
My old friend Elon Musk has taken
A kind interest in politics, I wish he would
stick to Mars, I see him on X, talking to
worthy persons about his plans,
hoping the constitution could be changed
So he could become president
Finally, the ICE soldiers continue the
war against the Americans
So, what was the price of carrots again
I sit watching the news
with tea in hand.
Surplus food. And I despair.
Man-made hunger: ribs like xylophones, crushed.
Reaching for food, they are fed bullets.
A child, just looking for bread.
Warnings that neither warn nor miss.
A kilo of flour costs a life.
Doctors die—from hunger, or from trying to feed it.
Humanity: misplaced.
This is what grief has carved into the world.
Overcrowded. Airless. No refuge.
Aid centres that don’t aid.
The dead don’t get labelled.
Food rots at the border while the world watches.
Months of meals sit still.
A ceasefire whispers.
A spine: a skeleton curled like a fetus.
Mother made family made famine.
Hate is inherited, spoon-fed to children with dust and grief.
And I sip my tea.
It tastes like shame.
But hunger is louder—
and one voice raised
might ignite others.
I sit watching the news
with tea in hand.
Surplus food.
And I despair.
Man-made hunger:
ribs like xylophones, crushed.
Reaching for food,
they are fed bullets.
A child, just looking for bread.
Warnings that neither warn nor miss.
A kilo of flour costs a life.
Doctors die—
from hunger,
or from trying to feed it.
Humanity: misplaced.
This is what grief
has carved into the world.
Overcrowded.
Airless.
No refuge.
Aid centres that don’t aid.
The dead don’t get labelled.
Food rots at the border
while the world watches.
Months of meals sit still.
A ceasefire whispers.
A spine:
a skeleton curled like a fetus.
Mother made family made famine.
Hate is inherited,
spoon-fed to children
with dust and grief.
And I sip my tea.
It tastes like shame.
But hunger is louder—
and one voice raised
might ignite others.
A nation rainbow
It rained and rained, fine rain but persistent
mountains dissolved, and rocks turned into sand
When the rain stopped, a smooth landscape
of peace and camel dung
Before the deluge, people who had sinned were
stoned to death since this was no longer
Possibly the sinner had to eat a kilo of carrots
until they turned orange and
were not invited to dinner
or supervised at the supermarket
The authorities thought this was a good idea and
made a color program,
to better classify
left-wingers
and radicals, making them eat cabbage till they
turned green and could not hide their socialism
tendency and forbidden to enter posh restaurants
The government liked this so much that they decided to
Classify all classes, beetroots for the royals
deep yellow for the middle class, and potato peel
for the working class and pink for artists
Alas, people fall in love across the color barrier
Their children looked like rainbows and were impossible to classify
Therefore, the government declared everyone's
equals, but instead build bigger prisons
Rain today has stripped the sky of its clouds
I am forced to seek refuge in the pillow
Books and cactus all enveloped in a shroud
Life may well be priced at a dollar per kilo
_____________________
22 August 2024
Our journey began like a joke in 2016,
Things seemed to be moving upside down,
We had miss on to complete before 2019,
We are glad to be wearing crowns,
What's up the world!
Coming from zero to hero,
Was a dream currently coming true,
Our brain weighs more than a kilo,
Displine and respect it is our favorite shoe,
What's up the world!
Congrat to me and my fellow students,
We are aiming the highest target,
We want to use knowledge to make cents,
Our eyes focused on the of right,
What's up the world!
For twenty years of nearly happy married life
he heard the harping voice of high decibel wife,
and in the process lost half of his hearing sense,
the other half now gets tense in wife’s presence.
He wouldn’t start any conversation with her ever,
for over the years the ears have become clever.
They have learnt to save the strained ear drums
from the cracking sound of wife’s vocal drums.
She once asked him to buy a kilo of tiny potato.
He rushed to the shop, bought a bag of ripe tomato.
When he found himself flushed in a hot soup bowl
the failed ears silently fanned his head to console.
It crossed my mind, to leave your book at the Geelong station.
It could be found in the Lost Property department.
If you wanted to claim it back, you come and get it yourself.
Your book and the chocolate box weighed 1/2 a kilo.
The weight caused my walking steps heavy hence slow,
Thought they would be off my load,
As soon as I meet you on the train.
No, you played disappear game again.
This time, you will not stand a chance.
Please refrain yourself,
From using the same or any excuses.
You are now one year older,
Should be somehow wiser.
With your irresponsible behaviours
All you could get was some vouchers and dinner.
I did not care your excuses any more.
Just stay away from me,
I might be a loner, but I am not a loser
I have had plenty to share and give,
Only to those who deserved it.
If you have issues, keep them with you.
If you have problems, I did not want to hear them.
Yankee-two-kilo
Yankee-two-kilo
Can you read me?
Y2K
The year 2000's on the way
The new millennium's almost here
To write January 1, 2000 will be weird
Star Trek's beam me up Scottie was
A far out idea
But now the space shuttle goes up
Several times a year
The crew of seven went up that day
(don't look up to watch it burn)
they had no fear, now their view from heaven
Is crystal clear
When January 1 comes will
My computer freeze?
Will I get my money from the
ATM with the greatest of ease?
Did I store any staples and canned
Goods to keep my mind at ease?
Will I be able to trade in the
Stock market as I please?
Y2K
Yankee-two-kilo
Calling all earthlings!
Come aboard
The space center on the moon is
Ready (it has so much more
More than you'd ever imagined before)
Don't look back to watch it burn
Foggy psychology
I cut my veins.
I eat a kilo of medicine.
This is
The foggy psychology
Monsters
Nazis
This psychology is killing me
Because
I am a European
Akogun Eda
E ba mi wa eda
Eda adapa lo soja
Eda to lori meji
Eda abaya ganga
E gbe kini yi wa
Emi lokan
Egbeje kole daa duro
Egbeegberun ko to bee pelu
Emi lokunrin meta soso
Afefe ko gburo obolo
Onidiri ko ya dori re mu
Alagemo ko moyi arisa
Ko kete ile yaa yera ajeku
A ba moni; a ba wariri
A ba moni; a ba gberi
Iku tii pa ojude eni
A kilo firi, a ba yeri
Eda kan soso ajanaku
Eda kan soso, ogbologbo
Eda kan soso, ogbontarigi
Eda kan soso, larin egbeegberun
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Rainbow nation
It rained and rained, fine rain but persistent
mountains dissolved, and rocks turned into sand
When the rain stopped, a smooth landscape
of peace and camel dung
Before the deluge, people who had sinned were
stoned to death since this was no longer
possible the sinner had to eat a kilo of carrots
until they turned orange and
were not invited to dinner
or supervised at the supermarket
The authorities thought this was a good idea and
made a color program,
to better classify
left-wingers
and radicals, making them eat cabbage till they
turned green and could not hide their socialist
tendency and forbidden to enter posh restaurants
The government liked this so much that they decided to
classify all classes, beetroots for the royals
deep yellow for the middle class and potato peel
for the working class and pink for artists
Alas, people fall in love across the color barrier
their children looked like rainbows and were impossible to classify
Therefore, the government declared everyone s
equals, but instead build bigger prisons
Old is gold, they say
Baobao lives a kilo years
Thousand years, Lord's day.
Have you ever seen a duck come in to land… on land
It’s an eventuality that nature never planned
For ducks that land on water such a graceful splashdown make
But should they land on terra firma… it sure ain’t Swan Lake
Each one does a belly flop, a cartwheel and a stagger
They get up and compose themselves, but ducks weren’t made to swagger
They have no shame so simply waddle with ungainly gait
Toward the back door of my house where they all stand and wait
This morning there were six of them, I watched them all crash down
“They’ll need a pint or two of seed,” I muttered with a frown
Their heads were first to hit the deck, their rumps stuck in the air
I went out with a jug of seed to find them gathered there
As I stepped outside I felt like Moses on the shore
The ducks made space for me to walk and not a hair’s breadth more
Two partridges were standing by and I also fed those
And when the pecking finished, well, I almost checked my toes.
Bird seed by the quarter-gallon gobbled up each time
I wouldn’t mind but it ain’t half a kilo for a dime
But it gives me pleasure and as I stood there this morn
Two more kamikaze ducks crash landed on my lawn.
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