Long Inflation Poems
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IRONY
My joy that I wasn't born a Nigerian
Is that my parents are Yorubas
I would have been limited to Naira
Mo dúpé pé mo lókó nílé (All thanks, I have a hoe)
Mo láyò pé omo alápatà sá lèmi(I rejoice, I am the butcher's offspring)
Nigerians should say alhamduliLhai
That our legislators are not as corrupt as our president
The country would have met with a great recession
E wá womo alápatà bó ti n jàsán (behold, a butcher's meal begging for a piece of meat)
Eni tó lókó nílé tó tún fowó ó kómí kiri(and a shovel merchant handpicking wastes)
Nigeria is blessed
With green pastures
And various rich liquids
Láyé Olúgbón, mo dá borùn méje(in the reign of Olugbon I owned seven different brocades)
Láyé Arèsà, mo dá borùn méfà (in the reign of Areas I owned six different brocades)
Nigerians are blessed
With great leaders
And various 'politricks'
Láyé Olósèlú mo ra àrán, mo ra sányán baba aso( in the reign of politicians, I owned linen and silk)
Ení pé ilè yìí o dùn ení kó wá bòmíràn lo(who dare thus pasture is not green should please make an exit)
The rich no longer cry
They are the beneficiaries
Of the poorman's labour
Sisésisé wà lóòrùn tó n làágùn (the labourer are dripping with sweat)
Jeséjesé wà làbétè tó n jè 'gbádùn(the beneficiaries enjoy the clubs)
Oh God of creation
Guide our leaders right
Perhaps, to spend our labour well
Bámúbámú mo yo x2(My hunger is satisfied to the fullest)
Èmi ò mò pébi n pomo enì kankan(I doubt if there is any languishing in hunger)
...
Whenever I see a Nigerian
I see along the irony of a country
Where hunger is an offspring of plenty
Nìnú òpò ará ìlú n jòwón(despite the riches, inflation is at its peak)
Nínú oyé, èése táráyé tún n sunkún oru?( and though its winter, the masses sweat is still profuse)
I hope to change the condition
I wish I could turn this irony around
And make a great change of situations
Sùgbón níbo laó ti bèèrè?(But where hence do we start?)
Tani ká kókó gbá lówó mún gan an?(who should be our first suspect?)
Sájépo lájà ni àbí eni tó báa gbà á sílè? (The looters or their abets?)
Where from should one start
Rewriting the story of this country?
Àbí e ò rórò bí? (Can you see?)
Òrò n bá rò ma ròfó, èfó n bá rò ma mún jèko (that this issue begets another)
Irony nlá leyii je, it is a big kàyééfì (this is a big kayeefi, irony nla leyii je)
Look at them, tangled in insignificant conversation
about politics or stereotypes of blacks, whites and Asians,
lack of youth education, weather ruined vacations, how inflation squeezing their arm like “yo, I got you taken,
and how fuel became a bill from the money that we are making.
They sacrifice the savings to keep a standard of living.
I hear then talking about their lovers lack of love that they are giving
I say communicate or leave because time is steady ticking
Look at them
Buying expensive rims, and high fashion clothes with sneakers, lugz, and tims. Inside I soul spy like
magnified mri’s an imaginary field force of selfishness and pride.
Careless if they fetus die, cry internal cause maternal really means giving up a lot.
They sacrifice the club shot for shot life and dreams and the scene of kings and queens all decken together…
and their business is each others infused for forever playing tether with the ball of a pendulum. Uncovered
are their memories of covers and words they’ve past uttered…it is just another case of lack of patience
Like gimme good but hold the impregnation. Bright futures still there steady waitin
Look at them
Thinking they can plan their lives, brake the rules of the beehive that ran their lives, make a little honey to
expand their lives, then forget they folk turn around forget they wives.
See she lost her heart and he aint got no eyes but in such a dark world that man is king.’
Look at her flaunting that ring then pawning that ring because all that mattered was a shiny thing. Not the
signs
Look at them tryna rewind. Relight the spark that wouldn’t stay the last 20 times
It should be a crime to try to live back there. Yo people do change but change is rare
They put it all on retail so it can be re-teared
All the hurt made them cold so they don’t care
Blinded by the glare, and the lights and such
Look at them! Don’t they know they done sold too much?
In for a short time touch instead of long term goals
People drive through they souls without no tolls
All control each other’s minds fueled hearts by coal
So hard, so swoll, so invincible is external
Look at them bout to blow so internal
Would you look at them actually living
My observations vicarious as information I’m giving
Look at me all input but no answer
All I am is input but not the answer
Form:
I have been working in the wings since destiny begins; I have been living in the wings to have a glimpse of everything. I am in here and you are out there and still you don’t know what is happing over here, the crock pot is boiling, the stew is simmering and honey is dripping from my lips.
It has been like this for many years and the machine keeps rolling over here. The sound bellows all night and rattles until daylight and work never ceases even when you are having your midnight sleep.
It is the sound of the drills that erode your nerves and the sanding machine that ruins your dream. I am in the heart of it and sometimes it gives me a terrible fit.
I toil day and night to conquer the wormwood that keeps pulling the substance from the dead and hitting me in the back of my head.
I sleep on hard floor and cook with firewood and live like an outcast hiding in the dark.
I don’t wear a crown or walk around in long gown; I am down to earth and every day I whallah in the dirt.
I drink contaminated water from the pipe but my immune system has a strong defense mechanism to ward off the germs and filters anything that loiter around my heart's door.
I have no soap to wash my frock and no boat or place to dock, the sea has opened its guts to catch the gutter snipes before it impregnates the fish with the broken dish.
The temperature is cooling down as the masquerade sets foot into this promiscuous town, the villagers are walking around in shame and the lion’s jaws are locked in the den.
Mr. Interest is crawling on its knees and inflation is walking around with broken limbs oh what a terrible sin.
It’s not going to rise anytime soon; its hands and feet are in a cast so do your thing so that you can get the profit in.
You strike for wages, you strike for everything. Spread out the entire striking request on the floor, walk over it ten times and count to three before you walk through the door. Meet me at five at the restaurant and we will settle the matter over dinner.
You are locked in illusion out there, but we are working out our hearts out over here, the heavens will arrange a meeting with the skies before you fly to remove the danger that is baked into the clouds and send ripples of hope throughout the town.
I am living in the wings.
Self reliancy stimulates political independence,
pragmatic critical thinking spurs revocation of spurious Partisan information,
vigilanteism guards against the Juntas,
systematic interdiction of peoples' ability to to procure food, self educate,
self medicate, and to self defense is a vital instrument in disabling citizens' morale,
it is true that several Companies provide 'civil rights' that are subject to repeal,
but these liberties must conform to security & production for the State,
the more detached we become from the land the more immense our collective ignorance,
Will to struggle recedes like red from the dying rose, spirit is sterile,
sciences are employed to subvert the passion of men, to mire the maternity of women,
to emasculate the youth, to assault the temperance of ladies,
as the bison were decimated so to fascilitate the conquest of the feral Indian,
the Anglo-Saxon farmer & tradesman were displaced by manipulated Markets,
corporations rabid with greed, fawning to increase world trade
and to blowt stock exchanges, enlarging theaters of war & dictating foriegn policies,
an arsenal & circus of judges, lawyers, politicians, academics, entertainers,
elastic options such as Inflation, minting money, loans, and criminal dockets,
Abraham Lincolon & John Kennedy desired to reestablish democratic banking
and were both slain as dangerous heros,
cartel suzerainity always wins,
an agrian ethos is too intractable an opponent for oligarchial commerce,
as laws are ineffectual to dissuade a starving man, leaves don't stop the rains,
there is no need for insatiable government when one can grow crops, build homes & and micro manufacturies, where trade is honest& equitable, no swindles,
division of labor for maximum productivity at the expense of individual health,
eradication of heritage to ease trade, passivity in exchange for integrity,
can libertarianism be retrieved from the vice of the mold maker,
will we deliver this odious model into the depths of the galaxy,
will there always be captivity,
regulated life is controlled life, and that is enslaved living,
words ' make the world go round ',
we are subjects of international law codes,
Freedom dwindles -
J.A.B. Copyright 2012
This Composition Is Entered For Skat's " Democrat Vs. Republican " Contest -
I dwell between two major figures
Where twenty borders twenty-one
A child of age bygone, it figures
What I lived through can’t be undone
I keep on seeing a commotion
A whirl, a trend that leaves me awed
Perpetual flow, mankind’s motion
It’s weird, puzzling, odious, odd
One’s mom and dad aren’t in the picture
YouTube will teach you every trick
By God, the influencer’s scripture
Takes over you, you get a kick
This is the century of sexes
And not just two, but whole bunch
Imagine that, all intersexes
Try as you may, there isn’t a hunch
The time of minds torn to pieces
Boyhood and girlhood wounded bad
The schools dispense wokeism feces
With moral guidance preached by cads
We witnessed honor compass breaking
We held it close, it showed the way
Precedes disaster in the making
Whole generation washed away
The country borders - simply lines
On map they run, ramparts they’re not
So, hordes ignore the border signs
Without fear of being caught
The world got smaller, can't go places
Where danger lurks with bated breath
Inflation earnings outpaces
To stay afloat – work to death
What’s gone is privacy, forever
And cam now lives on every pole
I couldn’t imagine, never ever
That every car shall run on coal
The Paly flag would stand for hatred
And Star of David – Nazi sign
The Holy Land – no longer sacred
And being Jew means get maligned
Don’t have to be, just make impression
Puffed cheeks and chest – signs of success
Distinguish lies from truth, big question
And states of ‘blue’ are in distress
The money isn’t worth the paper
Go buy some groceries and see
Subscribe, watch, comment is the caper
Go steal from store and then run free
A million voices telling tales
On what to buy, cook, wear - sweet talk
Taste, think, use, carry – with details
In billion phones around the clock
You owe your life to rabid viewers
Can never stop, content is king
Most weird acts attract YouTubers
While bank account goes ‘cha-ching’
Forever jealous, mean and bitter
This ain’t my way and never be
All worthy news are found on Twitter
To filter noise is the key
Elections screwed and prosecutions
This crazy world, it goes awry
Mankind engulfed by evolution
The times, in which we live and die
May 27, 2024
The world is one giant cake bowl staring at you until you grow old. It’s has its mischief’s and its tricks and pumpkin pie swirling in the dish.
You are going to bake a cake a day for all the hungry people far away; you will put lots of cream on top and cherry to form the dots.
You will sell it at half price to the merchant on the other side; he will order a million cake a day to deliver to the people living a thousand miles away.
The dollar is on the run and the English pound is hopping along, the euro is breathing fresh air and the Japanese yen is hanging on in there .
The Renminbi is as old as it can be and has high esteem for the American dream, it has been like that for more than three decades and there is no indication that it will parachute to the sky.
The cakes are baking, their appetite is growing and they need money so get it to them in a hurry.
If you don’t have it you have to print it and you will meet with your economist to guide you on how to do this. You will print a specific amount to fulfill specific needs around the town; you will do the calculation and set up a statutory body to prevent inflation.
You have got to open some international project and invest some of the printed money in long-term sustainability. Buy a town in Africa from the celebrated bush doctor and build a treatment facility center for the different ailment in the culture.
You have got to spend it in order to mend it and if you don’t have it you have got to go out and borrow it.
America is playing games, the dollar is not lame, they have plenty of it and you have to use the right play book to release it, the till is not dry, they have abundance falling from the sky.Zelinsky is a genius and he knows how to get the American dollar. America has the machine but Zelinsky has the dream.
America is a milking cow, milk is flowing everywhere so get your gallon bottle ready because America is going to make some people happy.
The Russian ruble is nuff but it cannot fill the hungry man’s gut, you have to have plenty of it to buy a decent American dish.
Get the paper on the machine under the guidance of the banking governor to fulfill your dreams. Just print what you need.
Ill-logical..? Philosophy.' Devious topoggraphy..Asset flow
Incorperated to bringl a stagnant; septic situation.' In the
1970's a $ 10,000 cash limit was the goal, we were led to
Beleive.' Not then in force..Yet a desireable goal.? It would
Deter crime, we would be cleaner, sorta body and soul.' I
Compose these lines now decades later.' And observe its
Still 'the goal?' This inflation wise..Is not in sync.! Rather it
Is a retrograde rule, Cipher unspoken.' Co-hession breaker.'
If it were a valid, ammount to use within economys, the
Level should be £40,000 in the most basic re-view.' So one
More weight among the many.' Like uncontrolled migrations.. Solar and wind schemes..Causing brown-outs
And breakdowns aplenty.' All out of position with the tech
Available 'why is the water engine' not in use this century?
There are factory farms.' Fake meat and milk..Much Chlorinated water.' And differing breifs, billions are spent on wars and causing crime.' Its a lucrative business.' Going
All the time.' Have you forgot that $10,000 dollar limit.? If
Not I ask why? Because the seed was in it.' Of the breaking
Of order, of greasy street food tuk tuks.' Where once clean
Eateries and good corner stores, dive into your memories
Its what they are for.' I think a backlash is now waiting to
Happen.? ( yet I also consider it has been planned?) Looking at all that has happened.' The British economy
Almost destroyed by 'mr carney..A crony of scoros of schwab and bush..And their small positioned army.' I beleive 'open conversation is good for the soul?' Lets get
Into freedom of speech.' The seed of making things more
Whole.' Who are the minions?? Who run the confrences and
Bake the bread service, supply all the needs.' Where is said
The most unworkable agendas ever known unto man that
Place ' davos in white switzerland..' A non eu..Non migraton
Land.' Are all in that country as grubby as the few? I find it
Hard on my mind.' Surely there must be one??:or two.?? Well just say there are 'ten thousand?' Who could sing a
Different song.' I beleive they could alter a world for the
Better.' As others join with their growing throng.'
I remember when I was a little younger I was thirty-one I was self-employed had my own business But being a child of God I choose to allow my thought process to change being a servicer clientele customers car dealerships a small businessman a mom and pop shop the business I inherited from my dad he had died so now his job was mine
So searching soul searching like any former marketing inflation is the enemy of the people higher prices hurt their already empty pockets so to minimize the law I too had to be practical higher cost s for my supplies I too felt I had to raise my prices that I charge the business start automotive dealership a small price increase and when I verbally told my client this he cheesely looked me in my eyes and my face and he said no way no thank you he bladedly treated me like a child so he said telling me what I can't and cannot do almost borderline un professional with The surety he was telling me a private self-employed business owner that I could not and would not raise my prices that I charge for his to his bigger business so I left his office the office of the used car manager and like the vehicles that I service that I drive away I opened my eyes and closed my mouth I walked then drove away later that day been the quietness I listened I witnessed I thought about it I sat down at my little office and I wrote I typed up a proposal it was a detailed professional invoice a short detailed description of my services I increase an increase yes indeed though my approach at first was nice and admirable and his approach was borderline vulgar openly disrespectful again I say I walked away got in my car I took the high road you know sometimes silence is golden so I as I mailed submitted my new proposal inking paper at my dismay I typed up a new invoice for the weekly pay into my surprise not really though on the weekly check from all that I did that week my price increase was okay sometime you need to let your voice be silent sometimes just get out of the flood need to take the high road -this is when I took the highroad
10/24/21
FOR THE HIGH ROAD POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by : Regina McIntosh
No one seemed to take much note at first.
Old-timers on park benches passed a comment or two,
Somebody wrote a letter to the local rag,
but no one (who mattered, that is)
really seemed to mind.
Of course, you will always have
your bellyachers and woolly romantics
with nothing better to do than whine
about the way things are going, -
the loss of bird life, the silenced dawn chorus,
the vanishing English hedgerow,
you know the sort of thing.
The leaves began falling long before autumn.
"Funny," they said, "curious," "that's one for the book."
This was all very interesting for botanists,
environmentalists, chemists and the like.
Such words as "pollution," "soil erosion"
and "deprivation" were bandied about,
but no one was much the wiser though
the experts were agreed on one point.
"Photosynthesis provides the basis of all life."
This was interesting but nothing like
as interesting as the favourite for Ascot,
the football results, the Top of the Pops,
the late night thriller or the FT index.
All that changed.
Foresters and timber merchants became concerned
about the decaying cores of many trees.
The government became concerned, too,
(not so much about the fate of the trees as such
as about the effect the scarcity of wood
was having on the paper industry and inflation).
Then the doom-watchers caught the scent
and there was talk of an imminent ecological collapse,
but the man in the street still
passed it all off as the usual load of rot.
Then Kew Gardens, Epping Forest, Central Park,
the Everglades and the Bois de Boulogne
went the way of all wood.
A tramp, locally known as Nat the Nut,
was found in the village cemetery gibbering,
Before being bundled into an ambulance,
he was heard to say:
"With these very ears I heard 'em groan,
and this is what one of 'em said:
'Tonight we are dying, yew and I,
and the morrow sees us dead.'
And the willows wept in the valleys
and the trees on the hills pined away."
When the harvest failed,
the church bells tolled
for a woe no man could gainsay,
for none doubted then the trees were lost
or held it was only they.
You can count on it
Seasons changing
You can count on it
A drip from a faucet sink
You can count on it
Ignited Flame polyester melts
You can count on it
World domination
Higher prices inflation
You can count on it
World's gone wrong
Where do Sinners and Saints belong
You can count on it
Your mind got you going
Caught Paul still snoring
You can count on it
Rain falls down
You can count on it
Depressed clowns
Mercy can't be found because everyone's too busy, Wow
Hey, man you got change for a dollar
Babies crying listen to them holler
Walk the dog wearing a choke collar
You can count on it
The air we breathe
You can count on it
Someone sneeze saying "God bless you"
You can count on it
""RAP""
"Blistex kissing lips new thing is everybody's smoking gum while drinking Listerine for fun And every fourth of July I go to the bank withdraw my money without giving thanks I set it on fire watch it go higher smoke embellished Heather's being picky Donald's dating Vicki while all along she done left the inner city birds fly high Moss die woodsy owl cries now instead of saying "who" he says
" why" you can count on it a snake is still a snake if you kill it cook it then call it steak what you know about cheap show donut holes Arm & Hammer I got a Crisco Delight chocolate Italian fries what!! that ain't right horses racing cars without engines not feeling hungry got no bologna give me a quart of ham and cheese extra mayo please going to lick that salt block rub it on my fries now it's it's time to make my blood pressure rise it's the normal things you can count on it you all get ready like a thief in the night now it's the normal things but He's not coming to steal your TV your or couch He wants to take you there to a place called heaven better be ready He's coming down
Na na now who is this HE I'm talking about, it's none other than Jesus Christ
(End rap)
Christ coming soon
Jesus coming down
You can count on it
And in all the glory you listen to the story maybe be ready for His coming soon You can,
You can count on it