I saw him posing on his perch
While exploring Blackpool merch.
"The Snack Thief" is how he's locally known
Wide eyed, plump and holding his own.
He loves chips, ice cream cones and bread...
So keep an eye out over head!
He'll hover, then suddenly down he'll swoop
To gather up a hearty scoop.
Or he'll seem to dawdle by your side
But snatch your snack when you watch the tide.
He's very intelligent and with it sneaky.
But he is endearing, cute and cheeky.
Its advisable for tourists to feast inside
Where naughty seagulls don't reside.
Steven Seagull now lives with me
So he can't cause chaos near the sea!
Categories:
locally, bird, funny,
Form: Couplet
Oh God of Creation
Direct
My creativity and productivity
So I can fly out of this nation
Even with slow motion but no stagnation
Thriving and striving globally not locally
Without any commotion but jubilation.
Oh God of Creation
Remove every blockage
Or linkage
Hindering my expansion
Which is my growth
Putting me on expectations
Without getting where I want to be or what I want.
Oh God of creation
I know you will do it
I'm not sure of the timing
But it's certain
For you said in your laws
Ask and shall be given
Seek and you'll find
Knock and it shall be open
Guild me, so I don't fall into the wrong circle
Recycling all that I have outgrown, Amen!!!
Categories:
locally, africa, blessing, creation, dedication,
Form: Free verse
Gagged by the navy neck-tie crowned upon him by the last soldier, the businessman precariously waltzes the death march down into “Sam’s Greens and Grains”, a specialty salad shop that locally sources lettuce from Upstate and everything else from a Houston retailer – an obvious choice for a death row meal…yum…plastic forks taint the flavorful bites into an experience similar to the lighting in the daytime dwellers dungeon – harsh, catalytic and monotonous but yet another day passes through the consciousness of the unlucky ones, flickering a spark of ambition to do something, be someone or feel a step above content however with no wick to ignite, the wind takes ahold of the spark and shuns it reminding him to resume the nightmare of day-to-day livelihood of spreadsheets, unintelligent jargon and empty coffee mugs
eh maybe tomorrow we’ll try Chipotle for lunch
Categories:
locally, corruption, prison, work,
Form: Prose
fear of the outside
I lifted my glass of red wine towards the lamplight
I didn't see a romantic dream, but a dirty glass
full of fat finger marks and I could not blame the barman
I should have been an actor a friend of mine was
an actor said I had the talent
we were rehearsing a play, but looking at the empty seat
and seeing them full of leering people, I was consumed
with lamplight fear.
My friend loved his craft, but he never made it to the West End
but I saw him play Lesly Howard in a movie made in locally
he was a perfect actor
This is about agoraphobia which has blighted my life and
I have disappointed many promising to appear in public
not showing up blaming a sudden illness
my actor friend swore he could cure me, a nonspeaking role
in his latest play, alas he died.
My wife has gone to the cinema, I'm looking after the cat
Categories:
locally, addiction, anxiety, art, birth,
Form: Blank verse
Yet another funeral
Another old friend gone,
Not many of us left now
As time grinds on and on.
This was goodbye Big Tony
Of the last five years of
My indisciplined wild life
Before I was rescued by
Marriage and a loving wife.
Days of weekend long parties
Starting Friday nights in the pub
With just snatched hours of sleep
Until a Monday morning cold scrub
To freshen the face, and on to work
To somehow endure the day
Boosted by strong hot coffee
To help it on its way.
Then our lives parted as he
Assumed his new way of life
Travelling the wide world
Absentee husband, lonely wife
While I travelled locally
Away for weeks on end
And so I saw less and less
Of my good living friend.
Over the years we would meet
Nearly always by pure chance
Friends still but parted by
Life’s changing circumstance.
Eventually I heard
Just end of lifecare
And all too suddenly
He was no longer there.
Today it was fitting to stand
To remember at his life’s end
To think of him for a while and
Say goodbye to my old friend.
Cheers Big Tony
Categories:
locally, funeral, memorial, remember, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Africans chose independence,
colonizers accepted their wishes
And brought them neo-colonisation
Which looks like modern incarceration
As they have limitations of rights
Locally and internationally
Which is opposing liberty
And so called democracy.
Some people of good hearts out there,
What do you think when Africans banks
Reserves are in control of some colonisers?
As colonisers continue taking decisions
on all African matters proves the inexistence
of the African Union institution.
What is a next good move for Africa and Africans?
I can see some riots of many Africans
and chasing out some western soldiers
in different UN peace missions,
pointing them to be wars promoters
And robbers of their natural resources.
People of good hearts do you accept their claims?
In democracy we must understand
the voices of the majority,
if not... it is an imposition
which is much dictatorial.
People of good hearts don't you smell
the arrogance of some world leaders?
Where love operates,
there are no some colonizers
who dictating other leaders.
There is no so called democracy
which is neo- colonisation.
July 2nd 2023
Categories:
locally, africa, peace, political,
Form: Free verse
Said diaries, said Google and Bing:
Rejoice, today’s the day of spring,
But city was in doubt,
Paved roads, not a green sprout,
Soilless bare, it can show nothing.
The streets’ tarred or cemented lands
Much like the desert’s parched up sands,
No blade of grass peeped out,
Spring failed to show its clout,
Sun cane and went as ever wends.
The glazed glass windows were all shut,
All of Nature outside to cut,
City folks oft as are,
Nature was left too far,
No one had any a clue, but
When someone asked potted flowers:
O did ye hear the day’s rumours?
Flowers of paper made
Naught had heard nor yet said,
And quiet left Spring in reverse.
_______________________________
Happenings |26.01.2023| Rhyme, spring
Poet’s note: Two days back arrival of Spring (locally known as Vasanta Panchami) was announced by the Moon calendar. Spring, but there remained wintry chill. To make it worse there was an unseasonal shower and Sun hardly showed from behind clouds. Whispers were heard on Global Warming, that seasons have gone haywire, and all… Anyway, in cities seasons mean very little, and people come to know of them only because of calendars.
Categories:
locally, spring,
Form: Rhyme
For measuring fleeting successes
of punishing policing justice,
we have overly relied on recidivism rates
in response to curiosity about
How to decrease crime.
For enjoying compassion
of restorative
healing justice,
we rely on win/win
empowering with community mediation
to grow deep resonance
hope for unconditional regard
and widely resilient integrity
In response to curiosity about
How to increase health
and safety
and happiness
locally ego-enlightened
and globally ecotherapeutic.
Retributive justice
fails a healthy and safe
wellness society
as it continues to punish
power-over
and excommunicate wounded
win/lose damaged criminals.
Meanwhile
community-based visions
for restoring wellbeing
equity
justice
become increasingly effective
and resilient
as parents
and teachers
and leaders
and preachers
shift our victim protection focus
from CRIMES, violent and/or financial
and/or environmental,
to healing victims of TRAUMA
Personal
and systemic,
political
and economic,
locally suicidal
and nationalistically genocidal
and globally ecocidal,
placing the greatest value on a life
only after final breath.
Categories:
locally, culture, earth, health, hope,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
Relish the thrill of discovering a new zone.
Eat locally and breathe fresh air.
Wonderful ambitions to pursue dare.
Spend a night out wanting to eat alone.
Attempting to reach the maximum height.
Diving into deep seas and soaring to the sky.
Be authentic on a hypnotic sway.
Just savor the ocean view from my sight.
Decide what you knew was right.
Effect of playing lyres with feathers.
Higher tones are halcyon and a treasure.
My mind and body sensed the bond light.
Into the Universe of Pure Blissful Art.
Notwithstanding this love was a shadow.
The butterflies wings were pale yellow.
Remaining in the flashes of sight apart.
Written: November 16, 2022
Categories:
locally, analogy, appreciation, cheer up,
Form: Rhyme
Uunacceptable amounts of diethylene glycol and ethylene glycol are contaminants.The substances are toxic,and their effects"can include abdominal pain,vomiting,diarrhoea,inability to pass urine,headache,altered mental state and acute kidney injury which may lead to death.The WHO said that India's Central Drugs Standard Control Organisation indicated that the manufacturer may have only supplied the contaminated medications to The Gambia But the WHO said that"global exposure"was possible as the"manufacturer may have used the same contaminated material in other products and distributed them locally or exported" them..
Note.Underprivileged boys died who lived in slums..
Categories:
locally, addiction, boy, children, death,
Form: Bio
He awoke one morning befuddled, adrift in a world he could not grasp. At breakfast he told his family he had to go and find the meaning of life. His search for this meaning started locally, the churches, synagogues, and “learned” teachers. None could answer his question. His search expanded. His wife left him. His children disowned him. He exhausted his finances and was ridiculed by his friends.
He had heard rumors of one high in the mountains of Nepal who might hold the key to his inquiry. He sold everything, ventured to the mountains, and searched for the holder of such knowledge. After two years in the mountains, weak, disheveled, penniless and shoeless, he found the “Knowing One”.
Engulfed in the joy of the meeting he asked: “WHAT IS LIFE?”
The “Knowing One” answered softly: “LIFE IS A RAINBOW”.
In that moment he lost it!!! Shouting: “What are you, crazy!!” “Life is a freakin’ rainbow”.
I left my wife, quit my job, my kids hate me, I searched for two years to find you, and you tell me “LIFE IS A RAINBOW?”
The “Knowing One” looked at him sadly and said: “YOU MEAN IT ISN’T!!!”
An old story retold
8/23/2022
Categories:
locally, life,
Form: Prose
I
Dark, grey, twilight magic
On a day of threats
Rain, wintry kind, cold
Those who ventured out
Perhaps cajoled by brilliant & fading colors
Enjoyed Nature's artistry, high canvas:
Less bright & gilded clouds
Yet nourishment for imagination
II
Such painted skies point upwards -
To body, mind, Spirit
Whatever the news - for families, bad
( Crime overall, & locally, drug business)
Apt, then, the fading light said:
Enjoy these dancers a bit longer
But we packed the stage effects. We're off, now!
Soulful clouds danced, minus makeup, to cheer me
Categories:
locally, abuse, addiction, africa, beautiful,
Form: Light Verse
The days are long and getting longer
So my boredom’s that much stronger.
To complain feels even wronger
Since I am okay.
I read, I write, I do my walking;
On the phone or Zoom, I’m talking.
Still, at travel, I am balking;
Locally, I stay.
Pandemic life has been a trial
And, although it’s been a while,
I can’t say for sure when I’ll
Be comfortable away.
Others plan a nice vacation
Which is little consolation.
Maybe with some motivation,
I’ll go, too, someday.
Categories:
locally, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
NOTE:
In 2022, Nelson Mandela's famed South Africa, sanitation STINKS especially outside big cities. Municipalities only burn diapers ('KIMBIES', in local lingo) as women & a few men walk the LOCATION (or townships like Newtown for mixed race, locally called Coloureds). But before daylight burning of trash & plastics, dogs tear diapers on every street. One fails to convince even educated people of color to wait for the weekly trash trucks, or for feeding the filth to the fires burning a few times each week. Instead we have the following senryu situation
II senryu from South Africa
Rain in slow showers
Feed bush, Nature, dirt-roads -
Mud white - gel, torn diapers
Categories:
locally, africa, betrayal, color, creation,
Form: Bio
Reduce reuse recycle
aim to have zero waste,
we need to tackle climate change
or global warming must be faced
If folk are willing to walk
car share or ride a push bike,
this will lessen their emissions
and won’t create a CO2 spike
If we purchase produce grown locally
we’ll decrease the amount of food miles,
our carbon footprints can be reduced
it’s time to change our current lifestyles!
Rhyming lines checked with rhymezone
04/30/21
Categories:
locally, change, environment,
Form: Rhyme
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