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Humans have long trespassed
and destroyed animal territories
Humans have poached
And selfishly encroached
upon animal habitats
cutting down trees to build
human habitations.
Now the tables have turned
Humans are quarantined in house arrest
while some lie sick in bedrest
So animals not usually seen are having a fields day
roaming upon roads, crossing the streets.
Reclaiming the once jungle lands,
that had been turned into concrete urban jungles.
It's better that busy humans now become photoholic
than forever queueing
in lines of heavy traffic.
Without human pollution,
nature is all the more photogenic
Mother nature all a creation of God
has now had many of us grounded
as she gives us a hiding
while we go into hiding.
Extraordinary turn of events indeed!!
In several countries round the world:
Discos and casinos vacated
Pubs and nightclubs evacuated
Bars shutdown for lockdown
People are behind bars instead of guzzling beer in bars
and instead of animals behind bars.
Humans compelled to hibernate
so animals busted their cell gate
Priorly animals were in an enclosure
Now they are getting free exposure
Self-centred humans cared mostly about themselves
but now the animal kingdom is the cynosure
Animals were shut in cages
and now human activity is under similar closure.
Ah, this corona crisis!
Is all this mercenary stasis
for humans a roasting nemesis?
A heavy price to pay for rapacious carelessness and arrogance
where humans acted like they are in control, like they
are controllers of this planet
and they could do anything they wish with it.
It's ignorance to think all this is mere coincidence.
Im relieved our Islamic prayers can be said any place, anywhere
to kneel and bow to the one true real sustainer of the universe.
We need to invoke and supplicate to the creator
who is still in control...
as prayer can really truly prevent fear and anxiety in such scary times.
"I suddenly realised that coincidence is a word we use when we are ignorant of the real causes." - Albert Salvadó
(I was impressed by the news story in which Kuwait had sent a special plane to Italy to specially evacuate their nationals from there when Italy was heavily stricken with the corona virus)
Time and again finances stretched
to breaking point
crackle, pop, and snap
'curse Alfred E. Neuman
smiles at yours truly
(this luckless papa)
with with his toothy gap
haint even Abel nor Cain,
nor I pull myself up
courtesy frayed bootstrap
dirt poor penniless deathtrap
compliments countless many
mashup mechanical mishap
no need to repeat, nor recap,
the litany against
fickle finger of fate
driving me into almshouse
more loathsome versus caught
amidst tsunami size whitecap,
where quick demise accompanied
by deafening air splitting thunderclap,
whereby bolt of blinding lightning
cleaves heavenly vault and
(Friday January 3rd, 2020)
instantaneously immense
mick canonical jagged dagger
blithely grasped courtesy
Usain St Leo Bolt
(yes Olympic runner -
fastest man on Earth
nonchalantly thwarts bajillion volt
tickles hands of said marathoner
analogous to wiretap
blessedly before brilliant
atmospheric electrical discharge
fizzled in feebly limp attempt
to extinguish "fake" charade,
facade, and mockup i.e.
mine burned out life
of Riley (really) ernest
and frank failed to zap
(think) mortally - merely
surface epidermis braised flesh,
synonymous burned out,
bedraggled banged up
resembling an old
and/or rickety vehicle,
none other than our trusty heap
Uriah (hit) to guess
aforementioned oft money pit
accursed said automobile.
In the markets, a wounded dollar sighs,
IEA cuts oil demand, to no surprise.
Stocks stride to records, touching the sky,
With eyes on CPI, the reason why.
The Japanese yen, in decline it stays,
Interest rate differentials pave the ways.
The Fed needs low inflation signs, they wait,
For CPI results to decide their fate.
Bitcoin speculation, 2.8 million hold tight,
In the worst performing price cycle’s plight.
European banks set to cut rates soon,
EUR/USD climbs, a one-month boon.
China’s probe into EU trade barriers thickens,
As June CPI trends downward, rate cut quickens.
Pepsi earnings watched, stocks tread still,
Investors brace for inflation’s will.
JP Morgan upgrades Malaysia’s grade,
Policy reforms and progress made.
CPI data lower than we thought,
Markets soar, in gains they’re caught.
WTI oil shows bearish trends,
Investors shun junk bonds, as bankruptcy ascends.
South Korea fears Trump’s second round,
JP Morgan expects Fed cuts abound.
Market’s bullish momentum extends,
US inflation cools, rate cut trends.
Will China’s bank boost its economy’s fire?
June CPI’s cut path higher.
Wall Street climbs on inflation’s ease,
Yet big tech slumps, investors seize.
Trump’s win could Bitcoin’s value inflame,
JPY’s intervention remains the same.
China’s exports rise, imports fall,
BoJ intervenes, inflation stalls.
ECB slow on cuts, poll shows,
Commodities rise, US CPI glow.
Pound sterling rises, gold retreats,
Higher bond yields, USD beats.
Yen’s rally pauses, intervention denied,
Turkey’s back, emerging market’s pride.
I woke up one day
Unnoticed, unseen
The sparrows were chirping
Did not mind me between
I poked them gently
The sparrows got scared
Seeing them fly
I went mad
I ran out into the streets
Naked and free
Hurled pebbles on passersby
Watched them flee with glee
I felt like a king
In this blind men’s paradise
Shocking poor fellows at will
Making fun of their cries
I was shaken hard
By someone I could not see
I rubbed my eyes
Could see only darkness around me
It was my mother
She put me on her lap
Tears filled my eyes
As I went into recap
I wished my dreams were true
I could see the world go blind
Why O Lord,
You robbed away my sight
What was my fault,
You made me Blind
The after
What happens after?
When what was loud is now silent
Where a place once filled with cameras go unnoticed
What once made history is now forgotten
Later
On TV they'll be a recap
The story will go
They'll manipulate the situation
Bonus if its told by a republican
They'll say
The police were peaceful, we'll be labelled as criminals
I guess it's opposite day
As in fact it was the other way
Those who will clean up
Will cry whilst they simultaneously wipe their eyes and wipe peoples blood up
Yes it was violent
No it wasn't us
But you'll never know
As the real story will be locked up
Mein Das-Stilled Vintage Spirits Score-Hitched...
From Bottled Up Rage
Daily app pair rent
revelation, observation, and
intimation invariably concludes,
this aging baby
boomer (albeit youthful)
inescapably lock up
(until death me part)
inside complex edifice
re: guarding self made trap
rocketing into orbitz
of mine twilight years thrusts,
upon this pop (sic) crack
kill forcibly to snap
attention back into
the present, yet unable
to shake off feeling dismayed,
viz hit ting head
with bleak recap
cha regular basis finds me
reassessing, reliving,
and reviewing
psychologically pock
marked scarred
psyche indelibly mapped
e'er since this narrator hapt
tubby a little boy at
tender preschool age
his esprit de corp
joie de vivre analogous
to a rat locked
in an undersize invisible cage
devoid of emotional, physical,
and spiritual equipage
with 20/20 hindsight, I attest,
he seemed bereft
of empathy gauge
as attested by donning
slovenly swiftly tailored,
unkempt harried styled
appearance, a foiled image
that any stranger, family
member, or classmate
could discern, sans
intuitive knowledge
Hawaii didst poorly manage
thyself and island
did self smoldering
wool worth deadly sabotage!
Great are his exploits
honour and rank
he's celebrated
he's immortalized
He's fondly recalled
Back to memory
The great legends of Old..
Great Chief Waiyaki wa Hinga..
Aged nine he killed a lion
with his bare hands...
When the imperialist came.. Waiyaki..
Raised a huge Army armed with bows and arrows
Testing the might of the staff which spat fire
Fore told by the great seer Mugo Wa Kibiru..
..see people dressed like butterflies
they come from the sea of the hawk
and move on an iron caterpillar to the
lake of the eagle.. they carry a walking staff
which spits fire killing instantly... your weapons
will be useless when faced with this magical staff..
The great seer advised the people to learn
The pale skinned colonizers magic..
At right time armed with the right knowledge
The land of the slopes of Kerenyaga..
Will be liberated by its sons
The mountain of splendor and mysteries
Where people since ages ago have offered prayers
To the Supreme Deity Ngai Murungu..
Who is all loving and of good virtual
The supreme deity's Prophet Mugo wa Kibiru...
Is office of the chief seer..
Water Tabernacle the resting place of - Managi
The greatest Holy relic and the Box that is the relic
I recap they say Great Chief Waiyaki
Was betrayed by the pale colored..
foe he had called blood brother..
Angry Waiyaki took out his favorite club..
Mathiokore.. it was nicknamed..
Within minutes brains of the Great captain
were scattered on our rich soils
The invaders captured Waiyaki..
Our great Chief and opened his skull
Waiyaki died not.. they buried him alive
Head facing downwards.. Great Chief..
You should have heeded the Great seers
prophecy..
...don't allow the butterflies to enter your homesteads...
Buried alive..
Immortal Warrior king fate
The annual pilgrimage around
Kereenyaga - the abode of Ngai
Goes on each year.. pilgrims
Make seven stops as they
Circumbulate the Holy Mountain..
Of stories and more stories from the land
Where gods.. immortals.. and mortals
Rub shoulders looking each other..
Eye to eye... tales of KENYA
code 254
LEWIS NYAGA
Who are the British, do they exist,
these nationals of her Britannic majesty
too often shortened to ‘ Brit’.
Four score years, and more
I’ ve walked this shore but ‘Brit’
I see not, from where I, sit.
A kingdom united, yes that
rings a bell, but, am I
a ‘Brit’; No, No, so let me tell
of Four Kingdoms, as one, England
Scotland, Ireland and Wales. This
quartet, the crux of my tale.
Many things each maybe, ..but never
a ‘Brit’. We are Scot, Irish, Welsh
or English..now do you see ?
Each nation, unique and distinct,
language reinforces my point, as in
English, not British, this poem I ink
In the markets, a wounded dollar sighs,
IEA cuts oil demand, to no surprise.
Stocks stride to records, touching the sky,
With eyes on CPI, the reason why.
The Japanese yen, in decline it stays,
Interest rate differentials pave the ways.
The Fed needs low inflation signs, they wait,
For CPI results to decide their fate.
Bitcoin speculation, 2.8 million hold tight,
In the worst performing price cycle’s plight.
European banks set to cut rates soon,
EUR/USD climbs, a one-month boon.
China’s probe into EU trade barriers thickens,
As June CPI trends downward, rate cut quickens.
Pepsi earnings watched, stocks tread still,
Investors brace for inflation’s will.
JP Morgan upgrades Malaysia’s grade,
Policy reforms and progress made.
CPI data lower than we thought,
Markets soar, in gains they’re caught.
WTI oil shows bearish trends,
Investors shun junk bonds, as bankruptcy ascends.
South Korea fears Trump’s second round,
JP Morgan expects Fed cuts abound.
Market’s bullish momentum extends,
US inflation cools, rate cut trends.
Will China’s bank boost its economy’s fire?
June CPI’s cut path higher.
Wall Street climbs on inflation’s ease,
Yet big tech slumps, investors seize.
Trump’s win could Bitcoin’s value inflame,
JPY’s intervention remains the same.
China’s exports rise, imports fall,
BoJ intervenes, inflation stalls.
ECB slow on cuts, poll shows,
Commodities rise, US CPI glow.
Pound sterling rises, gold retreats,
Higher bond yields, USD beats.
Yen’s rally pauses, intervention denied,
Turkey’s back, emerging market’s pride.
A free and calm evening
You, the Anping beach and me
Quiet, cloudy, and lonely
Few hampered noises
The ocean conquest the entire atmosphere
Angry clouds hide the sun
No flashlights can replace the sun
Clouds are floating to add color to the sunset
Too much gathering cover the sun
One more day in my life has set before the sunset
The gentle and cold wind chilled my shaved face
Huge rock block on the shore breaking the exciting waves
You can listen to their pain from the roar when they return
Darkness grasp the happiness
Waves are raising
The dry sands are satisfied with the salty water
The sand is soft, scattering, and splish-splash between my toes
Oyster shells are along the shore
I can smell the ocean and feel the grain of sand
We walked along the beach
Left our footprints on the back
I looked back to see my footsteps
Few waves gently crashing them in front of my eyes
I was helpless. Then the waves kissed my legs
Makes me realize I am nothing more than a small sand grain
Move on or crash down
You are singing death!
I hear the breathes and roars
A passionate battle between the sources of life
When the wave approach towards us, we run away
The waves turn back correspondingly for we are unwilling to embrace it
Though we like the ocean and beach
We often afraid to make our clothes and shoes wet
In our life too we recap the same comportment
Even though we want someone, we are so scared to hug them
We are afraid to acknowledge the love and feeling
Not because we are shy, but we are weak
Weaker than the sands on the beach
The waves break the dirt down
Washed ashore, move them up and down
In the face of everything, even now they embrace the waves
Mollifies and send them back to the ocean
Love of sand calms the angry and boisterous waves