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Lee's birthday 28.02.2020
Today is your birthday
There's so much I want to say
We're going to visit your special place
Hope to see your smiling face
I know you're looking down on us
Wondering what's all the fuss
We miss you Lee this is true
Looking up at the sky it's blue
Finca is the place to be
Sat with mother,brother and me
Chilling out having a laugh
Giving Adri a regimental bath
Gareth and I are working hard
This should be in a card
You are missed by everyone
Gone but never forgotten
I hope the angels are treating you nice
Not feeding you Berkshire rice
I'm hearing all about your family
So caring and kind just like thee
We visited your favourite place
Coffee and beer raised to the empty space
Then to l'Ampolla we did go
Along the beach waves did flow
Although it has been battered by a storm
All the family on good form
Tapas and beer want we did want
So we went to a local restaurant
Your birthday gave us a day off
We all enjoyed a beautiful scoff
So we're with you on this night
I'll get the round - see I'm not tight!
A true legend you're sorely missed
Tonight we will all get p×××ed
Happy birthday brother Lee
From Mum, Gareth and all the family
© Gordon Alexander
Listen to me ,my dear guys, I met two little mice , They were small in size, And they visited my home thrice , The mice only came at night, They were afraid of the light, And they hid under the bag of rice, I never liked their cries,
They ate my cucumber slices, And pushed the glass of ice,
They never forgot to taste spices, I was ready to fight, And it was my right.
I got a curse
A witch appeared
And made me small
When I was wandering
A big ant hauled me
to an ant's colony
A pile of rice, chunks of meats
Tons of sugar pieces and shelves of sweets,
I discerned there
Hoarding their nutritious hay
Working 24/7 a day
They never got tired
Sitting on the back of an ant
I eloped the colony and
Stepped into a garden enchanting
With colorful hues around
Every plants wore a crown
Oh, the divine fragrance, couldn't apprise
Enticed by the orange flowers
I embraced one and slept for hours
Floated in a heavenly dream
When I opened my eyes
I was flying to my surprise
Bewildered me, cried
Realised I was anchored on a butterfly
My euphoria she amplified
Flying along with her, I adored the world
When she met her mate fair
Performed divine dance in the air
And dropped me in the land wild
Exhausted me, slept on a brown wood
Oh ho! It's not a wood but a dry leaf
Which floated when zephyr kissed him
Clutching the leaf's petiole
I was flying like a golden oriole
Until the leaf fell down into a fall
Glided the cascading falls
Like riding on water coaster
I outreached the jubilant river
Flowing along with the river pure
Espied her esteemed generous life
My mental and physical illness got cured
Through the treasured estuary
Mingled with the sea finally
Calm and relaxed my soul was
Pondering the magical ride
Relished on the shore long
Until tugged by a tall tide
Diving deep into the sea
Glimpsed colorful trees
Yes, the coral reefs
Emerged there a mermaid
I was really afraid
But she caressed me gleefully
I started penning verses
About my retained curse
"Is this even a curse" She grinned and disappeared
"Oh! Yes! It's not a curse, a blessing actually"I shouted;
On seeing me relishing the curse, the witch chagrined
Detonated the witch, my positivity
And my curse turned into a blessing already
May 13 2022
after rejection,
i make chicken
dirty rice and
call it a day
during the
downtime, i
make swedish
meatballs with
parmesan cheese
and hang up my
stresses in the
walk-
in closet
with the center of
a welcome peace, i
pour myself some
green tea ginger ale
in a thirty-two
ounce
cup and listen to
michael
franks
when i listen to the
song
about michael's baby
cooking
her eggplant, i
realize that i
forgot
to make some honey
butter biscuits
twelve minutes
later, when the
timer
goes off and the
honey butter
biscuits
are ready, mr.
franks is singing
about a
lady who wants to
know the reason why
i say to myself,
'later for curiosity
and the
cat....well, maybe
not the cat....that
may
be dessert
later....in the
meantime, i
pleasure myself on
one of the very
things
that i work my butt
off for....and just
unwind
We’ve put men on the moon and machines on mars
a century ago we’d only just made cars
once on ships crossing seas travelling afar
in 100 years we’ve changed who we are
There were no high rise cities lit up by electricity
no television channels to sit and see
less nudity swearing they censored explicitly
with knowledge and understanding less sufficiently
I think I read once one in three born with a tail
and if you lived passed 50 you’d done very well
you didn’t see foreign lands no pictures just tales
and they still believed in witchcraft, goblins and spells
When you went off to work it was a job for life
and few men got married to more than one wife
they were racist and sexist the class divide rife
overworked and disease we control now took life
It’s another day for you and me in paradise
cus this world we live in is bloody nice
imagine the summer without any ice
imagine your peas without any rice
Many problems
So many problems, Myanmar is no longer “democratic.”
the army staged a coup and the famous lady- I can´t spell her name
was arrested and sent back to her villa by the lake.
In India, the prime minister has borrowed Trump´s textbook
and has a profound contempt for Muslims and farmers who give us our daily bread and rice.
In China, a group of none Chinese are being re-educated
to become nice people keeping their trap shut and wave flags.
The sainted Biden will not lift the sanction against Iran,
following, no doubt, Israel´s dictate.
Did we know there is an autonomous Jewish state in Russia?
I think it is near the border China, and the wars of Europe didn’t
touch them, we are not told of this, not by newspapers, it cramps the style of Russia haters.
I cannot pretend I care about the many problems it does not keep me up at night, as it is, I think of Palestinians and the catastrophe that befell them.
Eat an apple a day
Drink drink water
Hydrate to lose weight
Eat an apple a day
Don't drink soda
Veggies and fruit
Will help you poop
Don't drink soda
No candy or sugary treats
Rice cakes
Make your taste buds ache
No candy or sugary treats
Walk walk walk
Exercise
Trim those thighs
Walk walk walk
Sleep eight hours a night
A body that rest
Burns fat best
Sleep eight hours a night
Be positive be light
Pounds will shed
If you stay under fed
Be positive be light
Then when your home alone
Lock the doors pull the shades
Raid the pantry of all you crave
When your home alone
Ashes all around, raining down
Drowning the misery with more
The floating specks of grey
That were once a rosy pink
Filled with fragrance and life
The flowers paved the way ahead
New love blossoming under the trees
First kisses behind the school buildings
Birds pecking at the ample rice grains
And a happy, happy place.
Nothing much has changed since
Only the air thick with morbid death
The boundless bed of ashes giving way
To nameless faces half buried in eternal sleep
Thorns drawing blood with every step
Unmarked tombs crowding weeping trees
Dried tears on the unturned pages
Vultures scavenging for fleshes of suffering
But the throne got an heir at long last
So a happy, happy place it is still.
A few man standing out of the hut. A beard old man came out
.His head and hand bow down before there. They spoke , arranged all details. Some one dead in our family. He nodded, he and his son collected some fire woods.he took a clay pot and filled the water. Few cow dung bread out from the hut.The old man tie his towel in his waist.His bare footed legs showed his poverty.His longing eyes saw, oh! Their custom music heard. Many luxurious car arrived. The cremation place decorated by golden flowers and roses.The rituals begins. Some godly men chanted fantastic. The old cremator join his hands and pray. Arranged costly fire woods. The richest old mother dead body laid down. Her son hold the pot on his shoulder. Little hole put on pot, he circled the body and broke the pot.. yes, we were just clay. Her son closed Her face with dung bread.the cremator lit the fire wood and gave to her son..Her breathless body cremated by him.Many richest person put money on my stretched towel..His head bow down and expressed thanks.The rich man gave new dhoti and towel and rice bags to him.Everone went out that place.Alone ,the cremator and his son standing before the burning dead body..The firewood became silent. He collected ashes and stored into the pot..The Richman arrived next morning and did few rituals and took the ashes pot. Hah, the running dissolves ashes.. Some one called at evening. The old cremator bow and asked. Their face looked so pale, trembling voice arranged funeral rituals at night. Old man piling up the firewood on the crematorium. Poured water into the pot.A dim lights blinked.The old man looked at the path..He did not heard any custom music. Four man beard the body made from the coconut leaf bed. A holy man chanted for the soul be rest in peace. The dead body laid on the fire wood..one Jasmine garland laid dead body's neck..Some man weeping loudly.old cremator 's heart cried, what happened. He saw the deadbody. A little boy sleeping like a bud.His broken heart gave firewood to his father.. tears silently roll down.. little boy's beautiful face slowly burnt.. numbness. The creation of secret, no one revealed..old cremator heart overwhelmed. Red eyes smiling dry leaves. Is this life???that's life...
A little breeze
Blew through
My head
Something
Nagged at me
A storm was coming
The breeze
Grew in intensity
As I open the cupboard
By the time I got to the back
Where the pan I need was
A Tornado it was
Pots and pans
Thundered and crashed
The tornado
Spun up to a tropical low
As it approached the
Pantry coast
Spinning and churning
Txt
Hey
What are you up too?
Reply
Um just cooking up
A storm
Txt
What are you cooking?
Reply
Arr don’t know
Am up to my elbows
In flood waters
Can’t find the plug
Cause of all the
Pots and Pans
Txt
Ok
Just don’t
Burn the house down
Through everything
That was
Spices and packets
Sauces
To make courses
Staples of rice an flour
And the odd mice
The cyclone
Moved slowly
Dropping its load
Upon the unsuspecting
Kitchen bench
Picking up speed again
It made landfall
At the fridge
Digesting All before
Returning
Above the bench
A micro burst
Let loose
Raining down
All that was needed
The front
Moved along
Warnings were issued
Alerts rang loud
The beater
Gained speed
It sang
On song
Then all of a sodden
Walla
It was done
Into the oven
Txt
You OK
How’s the cooking?
Reply
Um yeah
The recipe calls
For no bake.
So why is the oven smoking.
Oh, f#ck me.