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Jobless Jack, a real jerk, dances a jig,
He juggles, smuggles jewels in backpacks,
jawbreakers, jump ropes, jelly rolls and crack.
~~Jig be up, Jack'll jiggle in the brig.~~
Junk jingles and jangles, squeals like a pig
jerked and jacked from joints on his pickup routes.
Amid crates of jackets, jeans, and jump suits,
Jobless Jack, a real jerk, dances a jig,
Jack jimmied the Jaguar trunk of some prig;
now Judge Judy’s searching Jack's jalopy.
“Jumping Jehoshaphat, what’s this jersey?"
~~Jig be up, Jack'll jiggle in the brig.~~
Jobless Jack, a real jerk, dances a jig,
her missing jersey was what the judge found.
~~Jig be up, Jack'll jiggle in the brig.~
written 1/31/2018
a villonet
Sponsor Constance La France
Contest Name ''J'' Contest, New or Old
I
Diluted in the silence
All are enjoying Freshers party
Nobody knows when I go
Sounds were like buzzing fly.
I
Join wholeheartedly
Sudden attack on my door
Call for dining room.
Many times, many days
They remain suspended in the subconscious
The diet body
Fret with malice
Yet working!
I’m absolutely fit and jobless here…
I
Be missing in a hushed monastery
And senility
When I will be hoary like my parents
Who will take care of me?
My parents or my future!
I
Already lost the drops for them
Only the silent dry pain of heart is left
Senility of me and my parents must be same
I can't remember by no means
what i have done for them!!
15/09/2013
Love all but trust a few
a secret shared is no more
in the hidden dark corner.
“I fell from a Tree” to a best friend
was jokingly said in a serious conversation
which ended with “don’t tell anyone”
The connection is endless and remarkable;
friends are friends to other friends of friends,
the subject passes by, amusement is derived
“she has bad breath and now falls from Trees”?
Is the recap of a story
ending with a plea not to tell anyone.
In a place of worship, giving thanks,
a congregant sees
and shakes her head in innocent pity.
“she’s done well, considering her jobless status,
taking care of medical bills
for halitosis and accidents”
“don’t tell anyone” is said
to the next worshiper who hears.
In the supermarket, an item is forgotten
from afar, a middle-aged lady
brings such to attention.
After much gratitude comes a careless remark
“its herbal tooth-wash
especially good for
the accident-woman with a bad breath”.
“Oh sorry,
that suppose to be
a secret, or do you know her”?
He speaks with a smile, still in appreciation,
as she regresses her obvious limping steps
in sadness and shame,
the result of her untimely sneeze
sums up the great clue of her identity.
Many ears can’t just be avoided
by an unleashed secret!-is her regret.
III.
Another hard reality
that we should teach our boys,
unconditional love is not
something the world employs,
Unless it is your own parents
you never well get it,
the world will not offer you this,
it does not care a bit.
You will not find it is your friends,
they will live their own lives,
and honestly, as an adult,
they’ll have such little time.
You’ll never find it in your work,
they’ll fire you quickly
if they think it benefits them,
business is for money.
And sadly, even your own wife,
for all she may give you,
must put conditions of her love,
I’m sorry, but it’s true.
Be unemployed for months on end,
see how her mood does change,
if love was unconditional
then it would stay the same.
But most men in that position
are left by those they love,
most women need the provision,
they’re craving that income.
Again, it’s evolution's fault,
the design of their mind,
if they’re pregnant, or raising kids,
they have little free time.
They weren’t hunting, or fighting foes,
are not designed for that,
survival depended on what
their men killed and brought back.
Not all the wokeness in the world
can alter DNA,
despite romantic fantasies
we’re still programmed this way.
And the tragic thing about it,
when speaking of most males,
when they find truly special ones,
and all their reason fails,
they do love unconditional,
they do lose all good sense,
and fantasize their partner must
love the same way as men.
How many fortunes were sundered
by men stuck in this trap,
falling completely for a girl
Who couldn’t love that way back?
Think of the slurs for jobless men,
said by society,
realize pure love cannot exist,
chose intelligently.
Come on OKPE and rise to the mountain top
How long will thy remain in the valley
Thy had been stuck and stagnant for ages
By the trauma's and flaws of our ancestors
Liberate your people from deceit of the past
Conquer our heart with truth for greatness
Come on OKPE and shine forth thy light
Illuminating every dark in the past
Bringing forth insights for creativity
Educate the minds of the youths for growth
To maintain within us peace, love and unity
Keeping us together against external forces.
Come on OKPE and portray thy greener pasture
How fertile is thy soil and people still hungry
How resourceful thy land and still lack finance
How brave and strong thy youths but still jobless
How long would hate lead us due to indifference
How much love we've got to share but seize to.
Come on OKPE and bind all thy people together in unity
North east west and south all in oneness for greatness
Selflessness over selfishness but same goals and spirit
So the next generation would be wiser and stronger
Ready and dedicated to carry out any given task easily
Building a standard and civilize nation with harmony.
Come on OKPE and portray thyself the pride of thy Nation
Showing the intelligence, knowledge and thy heritage
Soaring higher just like the eagle elevating the people
Restoring their father's land and replenishing thy mother's
Building and protecting thy people just like a griffin
seated in highest place, yeah can be the greatest People
Yeah are the chosen generation, royal priesthood, holy people
God's own special people, let's proclaim the praises of Him
who called us out of darkness into His marvelous light.
Passion Wave
My tongue dares to taste
Craving a cold purified ice storm,
Trapped under a mountain of heat,
Yearning waters to cure this excessive hot weather waste
Prolonged periods that moves like a Slave
Jobless and still my body resides in a frigid lake of sweat
Brave to inhale and exhale the heat of this limbo loom.
Summer time means nothing to the gravity around
The drop of rays are killing me
One to many dry spells-
Worse than a bat out of hell
Can you feel, what I Feel?
At sea in my own body's drought.
Hot spells~ Dry wells!
What happen to cold spell?
**CACTUS TEXAS**
what is life that i must suffer for trusting and loving
i have received backlash instead of affection and tender arms
my own in laws disowned me yet my wife was God given
my very own dad sees me as a nuisance that deserves nothing in life
mom sees me as just a housewife yet i am God's offering
noone sees the reason to help me for i have nothing to offer
i am jobless yet i will still trust in you Lord
you have shown me dreams that even great men of our generation long for interpretation
you have battled on my behalf yet death was my sentence
dear God i have served you for you alone ca6b i trust
i feel like am dead for noone sees the value in loving me
if i ask for a shoulder i get the second class treatment after all are satisfied
dear Lord you know the words my very family have rejected me with
starting from dad to mom down to the siblings rivalry i got no right to act for i got no money
my very wife rejected me for i lost a single vision yet when i wronged her she sold me to the authorities for she is well connected
her parents rebuked me but praised there daughter for bravely yet she warmed another man's bed
dear Lord, it's my mistake that have brought me to this humiliation
therefore mshahara wangu inafaa kifo...
naomba please Lord if i have exhausted my usefulness to you and i can't be reconciled to you,
let me die for noone will even mourn for me
the rejection i have received is very much
however if one day i will leave this house of hate never let me turn back to it again
Dear Lord it's easy for me to ask for punishment to my enemies but today i pray for your help in my life
i want peace,unity and above this love first from above then from here but the final word is with you
this poem i place it in your hands..
Lord deliver me from that old rusty drum i slept in yet i was in a land of milk and honey
build me an empire of love and give me 77 times by 77 of what has been taken away...
Amen
#made from Africa
#chui munga the poet
@10th/07/2020
I heard outside on Christmas Eve
loud taps that brought me to my door.
They had so little time to leave!
And what was on our front porch floor?
I looked around at all the snow,
but there was not a soul in sight.
How swiftly they had had to go
to disappear into the night.
I reached down for a box I saw.
atop it was an envelop.
The box so big inspired my awe
and in me leapt a spark of hope.
My spouse was jobless, and that year
had been quite hard. Had someone known
of our bad luck and growing fear?
For in their gifts great love was shown.
They’d brought us money, that would pay
our bills that month and food to feed
our kids great meals on Christmas day.
God bless them for their gracious deed.
April 26, 2018 for the contest of Yazmin Malik
After I lost my job
I sat
In my apartment
For days
With the windows closed
Staring at the walls
Pretending
I had someplace to go.
I was always told
You’re lucky
To have a job
But looking back
On yesterday
It was always
Just another day of
Showing more initiative
Being more ambitious
Trying harder.
It began
When a stranger sat at my desk
Wanted to know what my job was
Rumors flew around our village of cubicles
Layoffs were imminent
Older employees shook their heads in fear
And we began looking for jobs.
Called to a group meeting
A heavy set man
Stood in the middle of the space
Like a circus ringleader
Announcing
That it was our last day.
We were crushed
The improbable had happened
Our jobs had just vanished
Into thin air.
Leaving the office
Familiar people and places
Looked strange and cold
Crowds, hurrying to be somewhere, passed me by
And I never felt so alone.
The other day
I ran into someone
Who sat not far from me
We never spoke that much
She asked me how I was
And we talked
Both out of work
Connecting for the first time.
After we parted
I caught the reflection
Of a stranger
In the window of an empty store
It was not my face,
Drawn and haggard,
But the eyes
That caught my attention
Hesitant and grey
They still held hope.
Monodies on corona, like dirges, are often common
Many die, senses say, many are, like a carcass, buried
Amidst excessive ‘counts’ of ‘imported’ vaccination
Paramount time spent greatly on nationwide election
‘Masks’, ‘Distance’, they say, nothing ever practiced
'Stars' and 'Models' on ads advise petty pretty precaution
Jobless, foodless run long many a laborers’ marathon
Mothers, fathers, wives, children, kith, and kin unfed
Yet, caring, on their way, many helpless unknown brethren
‘Nation is fit financially’ ‘experts’ assure every so often
‘Rations limitless’ they say, who gets even mosses of bred?
Life becomes, for poor, martyrdom, every console gone
Rich becoming richer and poor pushed head and heart down
Normal citizens are seen, day by day, going hungry to bed
Corporatism has been becoming a common phenomenon
Prices hike like climaxes of tragedies darkness and no dawn
Slogans, as though, anthems and symphonies widespread
Every politician delivering their power-speeches well-spun
Normal natural life paralyzed as though existence bed-ridden.