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Seems as a country full of saints and carriers of purity
as all crimes are interestingly attributed to outsiders
tagging them the influential teachers of immorality
yet such crime lovers show the capability of posing a threat
through the embarrassment caused on locals due to their industrious nature
Understanding the half-hearted privileges such a partial acceptance offers,
settlers become more creative, hardworking and productive
with limbs running on entrepreneurship, trade and commerce
while citizens comfort themselves
in the exaggerated pride of their home soil
which results in a war without cause or reason
The government ought to be a job creator
but how ironic, internationals are paying dearly for it.
It is claimed that foreigners are the thrombus in the channel of employment.
Yet these hated people
are self employed with shops, businesses and service centers
which are destroyed as a form of remittance of some sin
Every nation has her share of international mixture
yet a lot do not debase them as foreigners or aliens
the one down south of the dark island of all countries should be the least,
considering the continent’s role in its history,
irrespective of what her excuse may be
Look inwards if strangers are preferred in the national work force,
to find some answers- you angry mob
Examine your home, if passers-by enjoy more of the milk it produces.
Why target and shoot at the tree
when the bird is left alone to dine and sing?
Policemen catch fun while a soul converts to black coal,
humans lynched like a left over meal from vultures,
businesses ransacked and turned into forceful philanthropy,
these are evidences of character built on a very low budget.
If those responsible do nothing about social development,
With or without these ‘aliens’, the economic problems will still prevail
Life lessons….
You’re not ready to experience life,
If you haven’t experienced life.
That doesn’t mean the past’s the future.
It tends to be the future for seen by the past.
Respect is the first rule.
The next is to forget the first rule if they never respect you.
1+1=2
1+1=11 if they bleed the same way as you.
Equation aside, it’s do or you die.
Opposite forces collide
The one who’s left standing?
Tis the only difference between you and I.
Life’s mountain, we climb
Breath for breath. Step for step
You milk it for what it’s worth,
Still the cream will rise.
Sun down to sun rise,
Never take a break,
Never pump the breaks
It’s a real one to look death in the eyes.
To no surprise
While passing another peak.
Grim reap in the benefits
Just do it then die.
The fat black cat was lazy.--but he was loved.
He had a favourite place to sleep--up above.
High up in the ganghut tree-- on a stump.
He would struggle up it daily-- he was plump.
He had several whiskers missing-- due to fights.
He always preferred darkness--never light.
His eyes they really sparkled-- they were green.
Often he"d go missing--never seen.
He always turned up early-- for his food.
He purred around your legs -- he was good.
His rough tounge lapping milk-- it was pink.
He never went near water-- except to drink.
He liked to lie on beds-- spread out flat.
He was very hard to lift-- he was fat.
He would stare out any window-- he was nosey.
He loved electric fires-- they were cosy.
His life was good and rich -- he was happy.
until the household bought a PUPPY!--it was Yappy.
It encroached upon his space--that he hated.
But what to do about it --he just waited.
He hatched a cunning plan-- he was clever.
To get rid of that silly dog-- once and forever.
He would tell him of a meeting-- get together.
That the dog would have to go there--oh what ever!
The silly dog went with him-- his tail wagging.
He did not take much persuading--no, no nagging.
Come and meet your fellow friends-- other hounds.
Fat cat promptly ditched him--in the dog pound.
There was uproar in the house-- wheres the dog?
But fat cat he just slept-- like a log.
He grew bigger in retirement-- rather large.
But he knew the house was his --i"m in charge!
O, if I were a younger man
why, I’d gallop with the breeze
plant acres of flowers and trees
I’d devote myself to curing medical disease
even ‘incurable’ allergies
I’d visit the sick, comfort the bereaved
support the orphan, the widow, the frozen I’d unfreeze
Every moment of life I’d seize
milk it for everything I could squeeze ~
And I’d campaign 24/7 against Zoran Mamdani
and every delusional western pol with the socialist disease
(Silly & funny children's poem in the style of Dr. Seuss)
Will you make it in the house?
Will you hit it with a mouse?
Will you eat it with a fox?
Will you hide it in a box?
Yes, I will do it here and there.
Yes and no I will eat it anywhere.
Some things I can do
And some I just don’t know.
I will do them here and there and every where.
I will do it when I’m standing up or sitting in my chair.
And the cat runs down and it’s more than I can bear.
He hides here and there and I just don’t care.
Will you take it in the house?
Will you catch it with the mouse?
Will you hit with an ox?
Will you smoke it in a box?
Yes and no I will do it right now.
Yes and no I will milk it with the cow.
I will make it standing up.
I will get it in the cup.
I will grow it in the house.
I will give it to the mouse!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008
December, 24, 2008
It’s all of three feet long, in order it is not,
And then there’s all the other stuff she’s probably forgot,
The first thing on the list, it simply just says, ‘beans’,
Is that broad beans, baked beans, whatever does she mean?
Next is the marmalade, there’s a hundred in the store,
And if I get it wrong she’ll say, ‘it’s the one I had before!!’
There goes another ping, it’s the fifth message to date,
‘Don’t forget the milk’ it reads, ‘if you can accommodate?’
Next it is the bread - brown and white and crust,
With a helpful little note saying, ‘the thickness I’m not fussed!’
But the note that takes the biscuit states, ‘get something for tea!’
Now is that for the both of us or possibly just me?
Course the final item on the list takes me back to the first aisle,
It’s another lengthy trip, so far I’ve clocked a mile.
I reach the checkout desk and there goes another ping,
It says ‘tomato sauce, oxo cubes and a pack of chicken wings.’
The checkout girl senses, my frustration and dismay,
By honestly enquiring, if I’m having a good day,
But I look at all the stuff she is bleeping at the till
And wonder how, with three bags, I’ll ever fit it in!
At home comes the inquest of each item I have bought,
And all items not listed, I’m well and truly caught!
The marmalade is wrong, the butter isn’t light,
But think I’ve done quite well as it’s fifty percent right!
~Will You Do it ?~
( Couplet )
Will you make it in the house?
Will you hit it with a mouse?
Will you eat it with a fox?
Will you hide it in a box?
Yes, I will do it here and there
Yes and no I will eat it anywhere
Some things I can do
But some I don't have a clue.
I will do them here and there and every where
I will do it when I'm standing up or sitting in my chair
And the cat runs down and it's more than I can bear
He hides here and there and I just don't care
Will you take it in the house?
Will you catch it with the mouse?
Will you hit with an ox?
Will you store it in a box?
Yes and no I will do it right now
Yes and no I will milk it with the cow
I will make it standing up
I will get it in the cup
I will grow it in the house
I will give it to the mouse.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
December.19.2015
Cats are containers of
colorful personality.
A blue cat sits alone
looking at the floor before him.
His mind blank as,
a new sketchbook;
waiting for the artist within to,
paint him into a clown.
Red cats rage against life’s storms
and invaders in their yard.
Birds, squirrels and mice fear
the wrath of a red cat;
sharp teeth and claws are swift when,
propelled by a red paw.
Yellow cats have a tendency
to leave surprise gastric gifts
on your carpet, as much as possible;
always apologizing with their pale,
jaundiced eyes.
The green cat personality is rare.
You’ll find them holding it all in
until they get to that litter box.
Green behavior warrants a private box,
along with a nice treat.
Green cats, can’t stand a stench
and will scratch litter for hours
to slay a screaming smell.
The purple cats
see every opportunity for affection
and milk it.
Love emanates from their bones
and cuddling is what they do best.
When purple cats offer a hug,
you cannot resist.
Beware the polka-dotted cat!
A love bite will quickly become
piercing claws;
shredding an arm in seconds.
Pink cats are Coveted cats.
Children love pink cats
and carry them everywhere.
Their serene and constant purring
sings you to sleep, ever so gently.
A pink cats love is never-ending.
The rainbow personality,
is the comedian of all cats.
Light to dark and red to yellow;
the court jester of the species.
these side-splitting, laugh factories,
will never allow you to be bored.
Keep a camera handy;
rainbow cats are usually,
fabulous video celebrities