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A Litre of Books

A Litre of Books

A litre of 
books spills A letters over 
synthetic rubber edge onto 
completely miserable carpet that’s 
my sea.

Ballad of solitude

Sequel to changes most socially something strange 
   and wonderful 
   some people may not in the first place understand: 
   How is one dollar, one thousand and five hundred 
   Nigerian naira?, 
     or how is one litre of petrol one thousand naira?, 
 does it mean one thousand five hundred Nigerian 
    kilometers square is equal to one kilometers square 
  on the western world?, 
  then how can we go to excursions there or even visit their 
   companies?
 or yes how is corruption and solutions?. 
   Now, here is a question and question mark 
   what is Nigeria being up to date?.

A Free Fall Full of Horn Haiku

Reason For Raising and Praising a Razon

we should be praising
perfect reason for raising
a dried up raisin

bitten by beagle
raisin was head on needle

have been broken hearts
puzzles always have their parts
horses forgot carts

Prime rib left overs were great
with leftover mashed potatoes
and creamed peas with carrots.

Marry Magnificent Christmas

Mary may have heard
after each word had occurred
Trump we know is nerd

may have missed the boat
more time do have to devote
had stopped in Shallotte

what if I really had known
that it had been caste in stone
my skills I would hone

always enchanting
peas and carrots planting
ended up recanting

barely could hear tone
had hardly heard baritone
at had caste a stone

cast was a big blast
under ware showed at half mast
by him we went past

Gave Vaccine to a Holstein

had been awful mean
he created quite a scene
with his ruptured spleen

Promising production
Nash needs no introduction
full of rambunction

trump drank a litre
on brink started  to teeter
to wind a two sheeter

I am sure this is all that
you can stand by now.

Jim Horn

Wouldn'T It Be Great

Wouldn't it be great to win a small prize,
So I can restock my stationery supplies.
I first write it down,then I type it up
I make lots of mistakes, then I rip it up.
Just when I think I've got it just right,
I knock over my coffee,
It's been one hell of a night.
At last it's all finished,
I've got a pile in the bin
If I don't win a prize,I will pack it all in.
I don't need a lot, just paper and ink,
Oh and a litre of correction fluid I think.
Now I'm going to the post,
I say this with a smirk,
If I can win a little prize
It's got to be easier than work.
If you think this is a begging letter,
Of that there is no doubt
If I could say I've won a prize,
I would have something to shout about!

Obsessed

Incident Report 74399 2020 
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
 


Obsessed with speed
I was that 
Round the dial
Engine fecking screaming

Me racing them
Or just myself
Not ever stopping
After we collided

Something about movement
Positive insane velocity
I could drive
Surely the best

Crap limited cars
Only slowed me
Past all limits
How I grin

My workmate screams
Watch the lorry!!!
I swerve by
We speedily escape

Till the crash
Which patiently waits
To painfully end
All my fun

Floor the pedal
Skid swerve race
I refuse slowness
Pushing one litre

Risking old banger
Put me there
Behind the wheel
I'll ing drive

A man possessed
By my shadow
So much speed
Don't dare worry

For little me
Or my casualties
Eat my dust
Hear tires squeal

Smell rubber burn
There goes Jimmy
Crazy ing nutter!
Passionate to race

Open road track
Safety not included
An opponent needed
Or just myself

Again cheating death
For how long?

Only Tomorrow

As I go...
As I stride past the bridge with a twenty litre jerrican on my hand
I dream of tomorrow where hard soil will be like sand
Where in my dreams we have enough
Where in my dreams soft is never rough
I speed away; not to anger mama
Then when am rich I'll live in Alabama
Ojo, forget the pains, softly says the river
But my thoughts doubt my spirit and my body shivers
As I walk back to our manyatta
I know one day my emaciated bones will grow fatter
ONLY TOMORROW....

Nevertheless

Imagine building a planet
One 5 litre tub of cement at a time

she was an ordinary gal
Who did extra ordinary things

There before is the key to the future
Do we take it or live in the past?

I've so many disappointments
You're not one of them

Was living there an error?
Or a blessing in disguise

Nice boss lays you off at Xmas
Pop by with an M-16

The correct 3 hotel hours
With a certain person

I feel them near me
They sent something to the sky

My past a lead balloon frees me
Always never there

When you've lived a life like mine
You feel the way I do

It's cool shooting people with lasers
Watching them melt before you

English Humor

ENGLISH HUMOR

To read This I have translated the words in brackets.!
PETROL (GAS)
I needed to buy Petrol (Gas) today
The price of it took my breath away
A holiday this year I’ll not take
Can’t afford it for goodness sake.
A pound (2 dollars) a litre today
There’s nothing we can do BUT PAY
I need to buy a whistle and toot
That in English slang means suit.
I guess now that will have to wait
As the money to spend I hesitate
It can wait till another day
I didn’t need a new whistle and toot anyway
I don’t really mean to complain
Besides if I did what would I gain
I keep telling people prices will go down
But they just look at me and frown
I had nothing to do tonight
So I thought this silly thing I’d write
After you this silly poem written by me
PLEASE don’t to harsh a CRITIC be.

“OLD AGE ALLOWS ME POETIC LICENSE!!”
R. Taub
Aug. 9 2010

Hood Rat

Zero chills 
Poping pills 
Month 9 panctured belly
Baby never made it
Mama still shaking booty
Thursday reaggae 
Still lit she feel
Someone call Dr dolittle
I got a litre of baby bloody juice
Lit mamma,s litter 
Littered by the lit mama
Little she knows 
Pappy needs answers

The child of destiny
Denied to rise 
God,s messager 
Decided to pull a driveby
Cold dead flashed in the sewer
Into the sewer it goes
All its dreams down the sewer
Mama saw it as **** 

Just another cycle
Menstrual juice she saw
Her body her rules 
Her booty they drool
Not ready 
Deffinately bouncing back
Under the mat 
The dirt goes
Ostrichy in the sand
Heads down
Mama is ahead 
Perfectionist in heads 
Taking it hard 
Lit she says 
Only remember 
He laughs last
 laughs loudest 

The service provider 
Comes pretty soon
Earthly bridal you are
Chosen by earthlings 
Down you will go 
Consequencies must face
Trust me Papa will get you
Good he will get you

Baby Milk

No milk for babies
 
 I have lost track of who is fighting whom in the overlapping endless wars 
in the middle- east, but that is beside the point today.
I was standing in supermarket`s till a woman in front of me had bought
a litre of milk and now she looking for loose change.
I was amazed she looked like human dairy; she could bottle her milk 
in small flasks and sell it to health freaks.
In the vastness of her bag movements, it was her husband Carlos smelling 
Like the inside of a purse
I always like to take him along when shopping and know where he is and,
 He has got the car keys.

The Americans have been bombing again making sure there is no milk for babies 
because they want to build that pipe gas line across Afghanistan and the Taliban 
or is it the Pashtuns are saying no, from my home I see for me a giant in uniform 
with a belt full of bombs bestriding the world.

Peter and Rita

Peter met Rita
He was so pleased to meet her
They went on a date, so Peter could treat her
On the date, Peter challenged Rita to a game of cards 
(He thought he could beat her)
In the game, Rita was beating Peter
Peter called Rita a cheater
He said “Rita, you need to play neater”
You are a big cheater!
“Rita, you are a big, big, big cheater” shouted Peter
(Peter was a repeater)
The following week, Peter met up again with Rita
Peter told Rita, he was sorry to call her a cheater
He asked if they could meet up again
(Him being a repeater!)
They later enjoyed a night out
With a litre of Margarita

How To Make a Chocolate Kettle

Light the oven with a spark
Wearing paper gloves in the dark
Add water: a litre
From a distance of a metre
Add a rampant stinging nettle
Then its ready: a chocolate kettle

Children Helping Children

Girls of a New chapel opened  in Wales
Heard about the struggle that two sisters in Uganda heed
A two hour round trip down mountain and vales
Twice a day to get 20 litre of water for  family needs.

So they baked cakes organised fund raising 
The colliery band and local choir helped them out
Even had a sponsored walk up Pen-y-fan *carrying
Water bottles to emulate the Uganda girls plight

They raised £1500 in a short time
Handing it over to the Tear Fund chairman
This will go towards a storage tank for water, that's fine
Plus Spring wells to alleviate some of the problem

This is news that shows the good grace of these children
The wanting to help the less fortunate.
The ability to think of others, finding a way to help
Giving up their time to raise money to donate

* pen-y-fan is in the Brecon Beacons a desolate area where the SAS do their training

Penned  20 October 2014

Martini

A Sophisticated Drink 
It stood there on the table a litre bottle of martini stuff
made in a factory in Milan and has nothing to do with
proper wine. The workers are basely underpaid, when 
they ask a rise the get served martini for breakfast-.
Or perhaps I´m wrong and it is in South Africa where 
sober wine workers get fired because they are unionised 
and do ask for a better wage. Martini is a cheap product 
that has been given a great write up, a liquid of alcohol,
water and some good smelling herbs.   
 The mystery is not solved who had put the bottle on my 
table? In a book by Somerset Morgan an ill willed woman 
 put a bottle of whisky by a vase of flowers for a woman  
she didn´t like, to find. The disliked woman found and drank
the whisky- straight from the bottle. She now a tart in bars 
sits on men´s lap for a drink, as the ambiguity continues,
like cigarette smoke inhaled and exhaled in a deep dream
of a smoker who has recently  quit.

Goodbye

You said you got my back
But when i turn around i see no one
You promised to make me special
But am feeling so cheap,damn am on special
You thought you love me perhaps 
But now am drinking a litre per-herbs 
**** felt like you stabbing my heart and now it disturbs
The blood flow now my heart is leaking
So i thought i should just write a poem
So ama transport the food myself cause iam my own tube phloem
Neglected my friends and family so it was only just us two
Even got your name on my skin in a form of a tattoo
Die for you? oh yes i would have done that too
Am gone now
Wont even turn back
I'm scared of wrong turns
You watched me as the sun-burns
My forehead,heavy stuff on my mind **** feels like i have four heads
I guess i slept like a log and i just woke up in the fire place
You expected me to fold myself in half like a brief-case
I was going to brief you about the case 
But now i finally stood up
Hold myself together mybe am bio
Five fingers in the air including the palm,bye yooo

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