Long Mutton Poems
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Shy of condition
Shyness afflicted
Shy opaque canvas butterfly
Who only speaks when addressed
Oh shy , Oh shy
Opaque butterfly
Who only speaks when addressed
Converses only in chilling whispers
shyness permitting
Corner to corner when in a room searching camouflage in which
to shelter cloak invisibility
Personable , polite , contrite yet
sadly lacking personality
Apart from shyness to call
on as a solent friend and crutch
to lean upon
So shy and friendless butterfly
has no one but himself to pacify
his mental health
On the outside but still a bystander
fenced in by wall's built out of social
convention barricade stone's
Alone is shy with untapped depth
bound and blighted by crippling
stage fright
For fear of letting one's presence
be known and felt in company
But no less worthy of being heard
than those who crave and hogg the
limelight for themselves
Who are probably no less or
even more insecure than the
terminal shy
Both suffer from the same
personality condition
just express themselves
in different or their own way
Shy , eccentric , exhibitionist
two sides of the same coin
Unable to express oneself
for fear of being torn apart
for being different
In a world shepherded by sheep
where everyone aspires to be a
lookalike
Everyone eventually ends up
looking like mutton dressed
up in lamb's designer wool
With the wool pulled firmly
over our eye's
They are eating the dogs
They are eating the cats
They are eating the pets
They are eating the wild hogs.
In the early 20th “c”, Germans used to eat blockade mutton
That’s absolute truth. It’s a shame that this felon
Is desperate and going wild. The dude is a pathological liar
Who will do anything. He’s a tremendous cheater.
Immigrants do not eat the pets
Especially Haitians who love chickens
Tassot or griot meats, black rice and beans.
Haitians love Soup Joumou with lots of carrots
Haitians enjoy one of the best cuisines on the planet
Liar, liar, nobody is perfect. That’s correct.
Copyright © October 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
And shall this piece of twisted wire
bring me all I could desire,
and will this ugly-looking button
that tears my flesh to shredded mutton,
grant me up there a first-row seat
where heavenly angels come to meet?
Can Heaven in mercy ever cover
my slaying children with their mother?
What of those maids in Paradise?
I yearn for them, but what's the price?
Lo, I behold a pale white dove.
Is this a sign from Heaven above?
No more to see the golden sun,
the silver moon when day is done?
Renounce the joys of married bliss
for an airy-fairy virgin's kiss?
Should I God's earthy gifts despise.?
There's time anon to Heavenwards rise.
I am from the black earthen pot behind my grandmothers burnt brick store
That springs cold water in and out of season for thirsty souls to drink
I am from pounded yam with melon soup, garnished with mutton
I am from huge greenery with strong and well rooted trees and oceans of rain
Whose backyard is filled with grasses and shrubs much taller than the fences built to protect the houses
I am from the yellow hibiscus, the sunny and cheery daffodils
I am from the Ifa legendary clan
The descendants of Oduduwa, that great servant of Eludumare
I am from the great Sasere dynasty, men of pride and loyalty
I am from the proud households of great Lords, that stand only for the truth
Great warriors who fought for just cause
The stubborn impregnable optimists
I am from the heart of men loyal to Ifa
The great deity whose prayers-
Eludumare never fails to answer
I am from the womb of the great woman who defied science
And fought cancer head on bravely for years, though lost the battle
Opened up hope for others fighting the same battles
I am from broken bones and crumbling gold
I am Adeshina, the son of Aladeshawe
From the Ancient Yoruba land of Owo.
Adeshina Aladeshawe- December 2018
Octopus spinning twisting terrifying tentacles.
Witty witch showing black magic doing miracles.
Vampires flying all around displaying wide wings.
Kids of ghost with long teeth laugh loud and swings.
Ghostly gibbous Moon peeps through clouds, winks wizard.
Nocturnal owl whirling eyes turns back to attack limping lizard.
Lovely lioness left lazy lion embracing lonely leopard.
Unicorn washing curvy horn in blood with glycerin soap
Demons playing tug of war with venomous python as rope.
Opponents were gang of giants: Scary monsters notorious.
Black spider crawling, jumping, running rushing ferocious.
Eight eyes of black widow sparkled through wide window .
Moon cast ghostly shadow on shrubs in adjacent meadow .
Weird witch cunning most sitting with scary ghost
eating rotten mutton roast and burnt butter toast.
Kids of ghost carve sweet swollen pumpkin
Valorous vampire , howling wolf jumped in.
Gang of ghosts danced merrily with kith and kin.
Vigorous going on scary Halloween dance
All are exulted , hated to miss the chance.
Kitty cat danced standing on its paws
exhibiting strong spiky curdy claws.
Violent viper, always hyper continuous shedding tear
' I love you, Dear ' to whisper close to my ears.
Jumper Vampire hugged me swift to inspire,
gifting me a shiny sapphire : Me about to expire .
Green-eyed black cat chasing macro mouse wagging tails.
Vultures and hawks coming in flocks ringing jingle bells
Me in party at haunted house trembling and heart fails.
Feeling
Thirsty
Drinking
Hasty
Sweet juice
Tasty
Shop/ pub
Retail
Whiskey
Cocktail.
Blinking
Tipsy
Sinking
Drowsy
Bear/ Wine
Mocktail
Hard/ soft
Detail
. Budget curtail.
Food to
nourish
Good to
relish.
Egg as
Omlette
Fish as
Cutlet
Water
daily
Take two
litres
On bread :
Brown/ white
to spread
Jam/cheese
Honey
Jelly
Oat at
Breakfast.
Chicken
Mutton
Roast- baked
boiled.
Fish fry
Nun bun
at brunch
lunch or
dinner.
Light snacks
at eve.
Better
raw fruits.
Balanced
diet
Fruit juice
each day.
Perfect
Choice.
Select
good food
to stay
healthy.
Santa Hits The Snooze Button
Santa went out last night dressed as mutton
drinking too much at the costume party.
Being a glutton woke up with a hearty
hangover.
He turned over
and hit the snooze button one more time.
Mrs. Santa gave him a cup of lime,
tomato juice, and beer to get over
the hangover.
Wake up. Wake up. Please wake up.
I can't. I stayed out too late with Buttercup.
I ate and drank until it I tossed up
all of my cookies and liquor sup.
Santa! Wake up. Please wake up
before the morn and children wake up.
Rudolph battery is running low
before it goes while it still glows
you need to deliver all the children's toys.
You're going to ruin the joy of the girls and boys.
12/18/2018
Poetry Contest: 'CHRISTMAS CHEER'
Sponsored By: Kim Rodrigues
Title Chosen: Santa Hits The Snooze Button
Let’s pester Uncle Fester
After dafter Luxon
Pushed the button
Welcomed every glutton
To the isles of mutton
Theme of the meme
Team New Zealand
It does seem
No longer a
Stronger eclectic sceptic
Spanked by the rank
Septic tank stream
Peptic Pyramid scheme
Grand slam.. glam sham scam
Desperate Dan or Tangerine tan plan
God damn..American dream
Our rancour on social media
Danker seedier leaders crimes
Hanker for every greedier
Rhymes with banker
Sleazier golden geezer visas
Accept any offers to
Fill their many coffers
Brokery.. jiggery pokery
Immunity without impunity
To the unity of community
Profanity of their vanity
Insanity of their depravity
Clarity...disparity not charity
Tramples ample wokery
Our amazing landscape
Instead becomes their escape
Coined..after all they’ve purloined
Jolly jape…no red tape
Not being rash
But it is a rash
Debunk the gunk & funk
Forsaking the avarice
Taking the pis*
Bliss abyss monk
Crass..brash..flash git
S***k a chunk of cash
From their balderdash stash
Making..a complete hash of it
Fake elite on the take
As they see fit
Billionaire boys ploys annoys
Replete yet still cheat
Have your cake and eat it
Our government just envoys
For a small fee..sweet
Deploys the swanky..w**ky
Yankee all about me
Time to flee plea
They lit the fire
Liar & denier
Dug the quagmire
Piety for impropriety
Moolah Messiah ruler
High flyer pariah
Crueler society
Who when the s**t
Does hit the fan
No fibs..his nibs gets
First dibs on cribs
Outlier masterplan zen..know
Then where to go
Can always hunker down
In a spick & span den
Their Queenstown bunker
Amen
My auntie’s best friend Liselotte
Adores making sweet panna cotta
Auntie’s over the moon
Grabs an enormous spoon
Then greedily gobbles the lotta!
By piling sweet treats on her plate
Poor auntie starts putting on weight
She steps on the scales
Then curses and wails
Must diet before it's too late
Written by Jan Allison
Jan's Auntie has become quite a glutton
Feasting on panna cotta and mutton
Now her butt crack's exposed
I'm keeping my eyes closed
Zipper's broken, and she popped a button
She devoured the custard and the Chablis
She's drunk and ready to go Full Monty
Not trying to be rude
But her plump rump, nude
Would bring about nightmares to haunt me
Written by Lin Lane
1/10/20
Jan's huge auntie had a weakness for cheese
When offered seconds always said" yes please"
She was known as' big Nelly'
Because of her fat belly
And her large boobies hung down to her knees...
She went off with her friends to sunny Spain
But would have needed three seats on the plane
Although it was freezing cold
Nelly opted for the hold
On landing they had to use a large crane...
Written by Tom Cunningham
Jan's too full Auntie crashes on the bed
complaining her guts hurt from too much bread
she lands with a loud pop
expelling gas nonstop
and yelling that was a relief, she said
Jan's Uncle is so tired he wants to sleep
He enters the bedroom, the stench is deep
Auntie is passed out
snoring like a trout
He runs back onto the couch with a leap
Written by Tania Kitchin
She went straight back to see Liselotte
and ate MORE of that thick panacotta!
But she’s full of regret
for right now she’s beset
by a quiver that’s making her totter.
The doctor explained. “If you gobble
too much of that stuff, then you’re nobbled!
You can run, you can sweat
off the calories - yet
you will NEVER get rid of the wobble!”
WRITTEN BY NINA PARMENTER
The tirade of the tyrant
Has subdued the trident
Gloating over the viceroy
It's the blood and sweat of
victory.
The subdued voice of defeat
Veiled in unapologetic defiance
Shedding secret tears of what could
have been?
What would have been in the hood
It's the defeat drenched in blood and
sweat.
The table is set for dinner,
Choice meats, mutton, chicken beef....
This is a parade of victory for the price
Of blood and sweat of the masses.
The meat is gorging on, the flesh is stuck between the teeth
A pain in the mouth, transversing the whole
polity
The bodies of the dead nationals crushed
A vivid reminder of the price of victory
Of shed blood and sweat.
(Written on the 15th April 2015, after the 2015 Nigerian Presidential elections)