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ALLADDIN’S LAMP
Walking a day by Almeria’s desert
Where are shot Western films
And other variegated games
Suddenly I put mine’s right foot
In the Alladdins’ mouth lamp
And, in a flash, I heard a voice saying:
-Shocking mistake¡ During I was sleeping
On a bed with two mattresses
One step on my “so long¡”, to me
That was dreaming with a black cat
Falling in love with a greyish she cat
Near the door of a convent
Where a friar piss on the twos
And the rabid black cat
Leaping from his beloved greyish she cat
Scratched the friar’ tail
The friar, who, now, cry and cry:
-Mamma mia from the Sky
That the cat scratched my clapper¡
I saying to Alladin
Asking to him thousand forgivenesses:
Do You know to play guitar?
He answering me singing:
-Ouch, squid, squid
Your mother bad and you *****
You put oneself apron up
Your love looking at the North, at midday
And Your father is called as “SliceMelons”
Woolly dog, dog without teeth
Don’t ask to me Your three whises
Because I’m giving these to You just now:
To Your father, the peach
To Your mother, the pear
And to You, the pepper
And know that now and ever
The hare runs by the sea
The sardines by the hill
The fishes by the stubbles
And the shares are made with peel of bacon.
-As You, I said to him
At the top of one’s voice
Taking out the foot from the lamp
And with a kick, puting it
Below his chin.
We came upon a clearing
In the scattering of the town
Bomb damage as scenery
In this place called Caen
The village square we reach
Shell casings pepper the ground
Blood and spillage flows
War is all around
In the distance we hear
That the enemy are retreating
The losses our heroes
In this theatre of beating
The local school
Which had seen the worst
A tribute exists
Of the fallen first
In the debris there stands
His weapon of war
Upon it sits
The helmet he wore
This patriot
Of the land of the free
The Stars and Stripes
He will no longer see
As we continued our quest
To free Europe and beyond
So many solitary helmets
Will unify our bond
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-4.php
In the dark of the night, my loneliness
Seeps through the window,
Dissolving into the moonlight.
Upon the table lies
A single chili pepper, stained in green,
And half a clove of garlic, exposing its bare flesh.
The pepper burns my whole self
As if setting the tip of my tongue ablaze,
While the garlic—even fiercer than the pepper—
Makes me briefly forget who I am.
I sit before them in silence,
Facing my own reflection
Deep within the pepper and the garlic.
Solitude is a place
Where different existences on a single plate
Depart, as though filling the vacant spaces between them.
Yet,
When the two merge into one,
My solitude proves
That I am still alive.
Those days.....
When men didn't attempt to cage the lion,
Domesticate the cobra or try to play god
Those days when men didn't dog breed, cat breed,
Moon walk or day dream
Nature wouldn't bark so violently
With climate change, earth quakes and Tsunamis
Those days when men knew the value of palmwine, kola nut,
Utaba and it's efficacy...the insidious aroma
Of smoked yam, dipped in palm oil, pepper and salt, rattled
Our air pipe under the comfortable thatch
Of raffia palm and Bamboo sticks;
Chop sticks were alien to us
Those days.....
When a hunter would not dare return home
Empty handed for fear of being labelled efulefu
Those days when loin cloth wrapped around our sacred neck;
Gray hair, bald head, and silver stricken beard
Oozed wisdom, knowledge and understanding
Those days.....
In memory of----
Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air.
Overwhelm by the scene -unbelievable footage
18 seconds long, "I can't breathe."
My judgment "GONE" stressing all night long
I use to fear dark colors, now I fear spinning bright lights
Red, White, and Blue, I spew the NY crew
What's wrong with your blue eyes?
You see him, you want him to die
What a day to trade -- a life for illegal cigarettes
Persecution and judgment day, sweet life - taken away
"I can't breathe", executed in broad daylight!
Bullets left and right
Who's policing the police
What happened to mind our business?
Moneymaker refused to be singled out
A hurting voice tackled by racism
Free to see, pouring his heavy heart,
Oinkers demand the ground, shutting down his testament
8 times too many, "I can't breathe!"
Where did his vitals go?
No one to tap him out, pound the pavement!
What the hell, why are you just standing there???
Stress, anger, madness, the voice of innocence
"I can't breathe." the volume to valium
"Officer, did you not hear the man?"
Are you deaf, have you forgotten how to save a life?
Is it just the NYPD or is it every other badge,
Insinuating crime's a one-color show.
We are all criminals, why the excessive heat?
Shot, tasered, beat down, pepper-sprayed, now on the ground
The mother of all chokeholds, murdered, outnumbered
The echoes remain "I can't breathe!"
- The truth!
Eric Garner robbed of his own natural path and youth
One man down eyed suspiciously
Perplexed minds suffocating him instantly
The mistrusted, the awe, the hate,
So tangible, uniforms using deadly force
One asthmatic in a chokehold
Slamming his head on the floor
Open wounds, worldwide tears
My heart goes to the family and friends left behind
A courageous last breath, for the first and last time
"I can't breathe," now deceased.
You left this world unwilling, waking up a strong community
Strolling in a safer world, where racial discrimination doesn't exist
"I can't breathe," Eric Garner Rest in peace!
By: PD
Stories that stood behind soundless shapes;
Silence have finally found its way,
Dressed in a tall sky of towering tendons,
Wishing-wells weeping for wagons,
And as fiends of the forest frame fervent flavors,
Gruesome gravels aching for a touch of dirt from bittersweet barrels,
But one day the festering foe will see ,
what it means to be on scorching knees,
When summer is gone only the snow shall bleed,
A sonnet shaper than the dark Lead you read,
What good are ammos without the gun it fits to,
Perhaps threats are just a view only to sit through,
Salt and pepper beard too seek not for fluffy old warm rugs,
when your floors were far too cold for your own bugs,
You’ve stained the better half of what was meant to be,
Then required a fully functioning me?
There is no room for light in this foggy page full of grief,
For hope is a delicacy garnished for thieves.
The picnic was set for today:
A cause for two hips and hooray.
With Split and Blueberry,
Their time would be merry
That’s if nothing got in their way…
The deviled eggs had to come first,
‘Cause a picnic without them’s the worst.
They proceeded to beg
The hens for some eggs,
And boiled them when they were submersed.
But when Bat and Gat started to pack,
Their picnic plans went off the tracks.
It was almost Bat’s fault,
Since the pepper and salt
Hadn’t made it yet into the sack.
The only thing they had to do
Was to pick up their friends Split and Blue.
With a rabbit and goat,
And their deviled egg tote,
They could hike to the overlook view.
Well, the eggs made a pretty nice spread
When added to Split’s honey bread.
But, sitting down eating,
An unwelcome greeting
Then filled them with terror and dread.
’Twas the sound of a huge rattlesnake;
What a racket that rattle did make!
Though none could find him
Out front or behind them,
Poor Blue and Split started to shake.
Then Gat sprung away like the breeze,
And spied him from up in the trees.
She pointed to Bat
Where the rattler was at,
And told everyone else to freeze.
Yikes, the snake tried to strike at his knees;
Bat evaded his strike with great ease.
Quick did a side-stepper,
And doused him with pepper,
And the rattlesnake started to sneeze!
Well, that was the end of the battle;
They all could now safely skedaddle.
The pepper, in fact
Brought such an attack
That his sneezes set off his rattle!
They all walked home in the sun,
And all had turned out to be fun.
An eggcellent day!
Yes, hip, hip hooray!
Bat and Gat, hero cats, number one!
I am a Burn’s Night baby
(named after the Ayrshire bard)
So we’re off to hunt a haggis
locating one is extremely hard
We scour the hills of Scotland
and have dull and rainy weather
There’s not a haggis to be seen …
they’re all hiding in the heather!
All of a sudden we spot a rare haggis
So hubby fires his gun into the gorse
The haggis scurries into the undergrowth
Hubby missed the wee beastie of course!
We spend hours out there on the hills
All the little haggis are all lying low
I scour the land with my binoculars
But not a hair of one is on show
The sky is getting really dark
we are tired and soaked to the skin
so we descend the slopes to the village
we see a butchers, and swiftly walk in
Hundreds of haggis are on display
With gaping mouth I stare in surprise
Their orange hair is so beautiful
I cannot believe my own eyes
I tell him we’ve been on a haggis hunt
And he glowers at me in shock and alarm
says the one’s on the hills are protected
He gets his stock from a breeding farm
I choose a wee haggis from the shop
When it’s baked we both have a slice
Haggis is a Scottish delicacy
I’ve got to say it tastes 'offally'* nice!
* Haggis, the national dish of Scotland, composed of the liver, heart, and lungs of a sheep minced and mixed with beef or mutton suet and oatmeal and seasoned with onion, cayenne pepper, and other spices. The mixture is packed into a sheep's stomach and boiled. Information sourced from google.
01/24/18
MY TEACHER AND I
My teacher has taught me many things
He seems to have known all
But the problem with him is his unstableness
In ideas and truths
He said if asked a car to drop me;
It is bad English
I should say I want to alight
I told my teacher I returned yester night
My teacher said it is wrong
I should say I returned last night
I told my friends don`t make noise
My teacher said no
It should be don`t make a noise
I said should in case you come call me
My teacher said
It should be in case you come call me or should you come call me
My teacher is my problem
He has taught me both present and past tense
But if I say it is time we leave
My teacher will say it is wrong
I should say it is time we left
But I have not gone or left
Is my teacher confused or I am wrong?
He said I should not say we love ourselves,
But we love one another
I cannot understand my teacher
He speaks as if he did not suck his mother`s breast
He even calls my native name
As if they have rubbed hot pepper on his lips
He said,
2x = 2 that I should find x
Where does he put x?
He said I should assume
A figure to complete the equation
My teacher is not well
He said the past tense of take is took
I now told him the past tense of make is mook
He said it is wrong
My teacher is playing tricks
He gives symbols like H2O
And calls it water, Cl and calls it chlorine
He calls something MR. NIGER D, my fear is that he said D is death
He has said so many things I can`t remember
He talks as if the paper is wrapped into his brain
Let me ask my teacher
Do you know the bursting hole of a rabbit?
Do you know how to roast an egg?
Do you know how to hear and talk with the gods through the pebbles?
My teacher has many facts
He says if I learn them I will be great
But I must do the doing.
Ninety one degrees in the staggering heat
Has mysteriously erupted my heart beat
The savior is sitting in the burning fleet
Waiting patiently for the day to complete
Voices of pain trapped in the lane
Voices of hope reminiscing about
Voices of love singing a merry song
Voice of hate is banging on the gate
And the voice of peace is echoing above
Big dog, little dog searching around the hall
Nose pointed towards the target
And tongue speaking to the market
Everyone is listening in on the call
Oh what a terrible brawl
I can remember the day when my spirit was at ease
And the multitude sat quietly on the grass listening to it all
The distant wind blows gentle over the mountain
And the message flows speedily through the horizon
The birds stand graciously on the electric line
Looking sharp and shine, they too have understood
The message that was hidden underneath the wood
Oh heavens in the sky, listen to me as the cloud drift by
The morning is waiting on the sun,
And the evening is on the run
If you look carefully you can see,
The mystical expression on my face
The music is playing inside me
And the heaven is dancing around me
The big hawks are lingering in the sky
And the pelicans are standing by
Searching for the hidden fish
While they are stirring in my dish
Salt and pepper to taste,
Oh please make some haste
The miracle is standing in front of me
And I don't have to search any longer
Everyone say that I am very lucky
And the great big God had blessed me
I have been swinging from tree to tree
Holding tight to the solemn branch
I finally find a place to land in a distant place
No thorn, no thistle, indeed it was a miracle.
The heat is rising and the pressure is declining.
I am here and you are there
I am breathing fresh air
The will and the desire to stand
Has finally put us in a section all over the land.