Miami Dolphins jersey on
laying on the couch
Tortilla chips
salsa and guacamole dip
nachos
hot wings
bag of pretzels and marshmallows
one litre of Sprite
and buckets of popcorn
on the coffee table
ready for the game
wishing we taste the gift
of Super Bowl victory
someday again in my lifetime
The War
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We need a pair of wings
to soar in the luminous skies
and a pair of legs
to walk on the verdant terrain,
then why do you furnish arms
offering dread, agony & harsh restraint,
Who demands blood,
a hardened heart and unyielding soul ?
We require esteemed brotherhood
to guarantee our unity,
tranquil existence
and essential civility for our dignity,
then why do you impart ire,
impart brutality, turbulence & savagery,
who likes a bleak & desolate earth,
a barren land and a moonless dark night.
You may need a slendid palace,
a world of selfish kingdom,
and an ocean of fabricated tales to wage war,
But we merely need a small pond
to swim across, a leafy tree for making nest,
and a pot to cook our bread & butter;
when you will be trying to make your crown
after melting our future,
it is sure you will be no where.
Life is an entralling story
not an engineered pun,
history says,
those who traded other‘s blood in litre
their poison blood drained out in ton.
A Litre of Books
A litre of
books spills A letters over
synthetic rubber edge onto
completely miserable carpet that’s
my sea.
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?.
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 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!
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?
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....
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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