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We are commonly predisposed
To lack of common sense - case closed!
We seem to have it all and more and some,
Well nourished and beyond, stern doctors say.
Internet mis/informed by rule of thumb,
Well travelled, read, yet so dumb in a way.
So we still spit against the wind, chagrin!
Try to impart wisdom to callow youth,
Apply sunscreen to sunburned blistered skin,
And prefer sweet lie to a bitter truth.
We grocery shop hungry, total waste,
As chips and cookies trump the shopping list,
Tea mug left on the car roof in a haste,
While car keys left inside, you got the gist.
All through our younger years we binge and splash,
Despite moms’ futile efforts to instil,
By golden age we grasp it in a flash -
A smidge too late but of our own free will.
We analyse too oft what others think,
Dissembling deftly that we barely care -
Just keep your common sense and wit in sync -
The rest will fall into place, fair and square.
Last not least, togetherness is our strength,
The rationale we stridently strive for,
The rallying cry to our common wealth -
Bad peace is by far better than good war.
Humanity’s greatest lack, no offence,
Is of much more and some of common sense.
A quivering shadow shrouding a clouded pane
Shared pain scribbled in the doleful rain
Hollow words that broker heartache and disdain
A sorrowful whistle emanating from a distant train
Poorly trained recruits struggling above the furor to remain
Stridently striving nation's honor to uphold; but only vitriol,
criticism obtain
Sacrificial fodder sheared of its free-flowing mane
Pared of hope; left only with the incalculable strain
Stationed in a humid hovel that every ounce of stamina doth drain
Surrounded by enemies who fealty and allegiance feign
Fighting to defend a people tethered to a weak, tenuous chain
Serving under commanders who constantly seek fallow grounds to
regain
Sacrificial lambs whose blood the unforgiving terrain doth stain
Seeking a wily, amorphous foe in a borderless territory to contain
Reconnoitering through boundless jungles that equally beauty and
poison contain
Searching for 'guerillas in the mist', but only marauders and
malcontents detain
Scouring villages for contraband; arbitrary jury distributing pain
Showered with toxic chemicals that clear our paths but our lungs
restrain
Conditioned to violence as barbaric, torture devices many
comrades have slain
Transporting the liberal vices of burgeoning social revolution to a
frugaler domain
Satiating the lonely days; secluded nights with: booze, barbiturates
and cocaine
Surviving a hostile conflict where sanity seemed to constantly ebb
then wane
Trite conscripts whose epitaph will read, 'Every battle objective
gained, but the national will could not retain'.
Did God create the oceans dry
His forests without greenery
to declare?~ Obviously not!
As every overhead cloud bears
proud witness, and every raindrop
can claim a rightful lush share:
We are partners all, in nature;
each for Mother's Pleasure made...
each with a starring role – but only
her man, using one finger of a hand
can turn countless plush gardens
into blazes of Classic Hell. With
just one downward thrust, of
his fallen hand, trillions of atoms
will collide and devastatingly expel
death...a blinding flash of sin
First Adam began with spiritual
division, that modern Adam has
perpetuated by splitting atoms
into disintegrating parts~
soon to split
his entire world
into lifeless remains
while stridently blaming
some scapegoat she-devil
for our own destructive
hearts.
I could feel the rhythm of my obscure
thoughts in sync
sturdy scrutiny, into the mirror
I glimpse deeply in the
reflection of the nymph
somehow I outwit the quixotic
hold of the sylph,
frightened to my demise,
tons of strength fills my belly,
blinking lights, driving under the influence of my mind
You!
you ruined everything,
I'm not in the position to connect
or link to you no more,
no! I'd never use me this woefully
i’d never use me this poppy
but you did!
you Did!!
you stopped before we even proceeded
You were my everything,
my everything!
still you mortified me horrifically
you neglected our tryst,
don’t!
don’t try convincing me to feel better,
you built my moments yours
left me in the cold
I remember every lie you notified me with,
crushed my hopes with thunderstorm,
pushed my stoicism without no thinking,
rejected my Lips and kiss like cancer,
I curse the day I thought forever,
you moved me into inferno,
let me inquire one more time
Do you ever think of me?
shhh! shhh! lies! lies!!
I stridently oppose those professed fibs
they seem untrue
wait! my confusion is your continuous lifestyle
in untruthfulness
You split my bosom in seconds
left me in 2
I detest you!
I detest how you lived without me
I hooked you when you cut down
I smiled when they jested
held you by the kneels, put you right back on edge
still, you picked the nerve to pull out on me
you quit on me?
Exploiting yet preying on me?
how do you feel?
no! do not dodge
Respond to me, how do you feel now?
did you think you could live without me?
Ugh, this sunrise encounter is terrible
with you here
i’m Completely
Buggered Now, You Should Forget Me.
Zip It.
Is there such a thing as ‘old’
Or is it merely ‘ageing’,
The trusty steed of time,
Neither willful nor disparaging.
Perhaps the clock does chime
More stridently in youth,
Our actions and our words
In search of our own truth.
As years pass ever faster
We tether more our deeds
To mundane pressing matters
Reality’s own needs.
Each day a new performance
In a circus full of acts,
With this demanding audience
No room to fail nor lapse.
Wiser by the season,
Less impetuous by far,
We may be somewhat altered
Yet follow that same star.
Our love has not diminished,
Our passions have not waned,
We feel and care as deeply
With actions more contained.
Judge not this book unwisely,
Despite its cover torn,
It’s content rich with meaning,
Its beating heart still warm.
Moonlight creeps through the writhing woodland as
Arion walks alongside me—upward toward the lone mountain.
We had trekked for miles and the way was wearisome,
heavy fog in its obscuring fidelity stalking our every step.
Winds shrieked around us like dissonant flutes—
high pitched, fortissimo screams that died in
and died out dismally.
They reminded me of my own undulating doubts
manifesting into fits of malignant mess—
but the steady sound of our unified steps
soothed my panicking heart—tears flower
my eyes, dropping like dew.
Soon—as many storms do—
the winds died away along with my fears.
That is when the mockingbird
began to stridently trill in the distance,
its venting variations vaguely familiar.
Arion and I stopped in a flat clearing, stunned by its clarity,
listening intently to her songs.
Timelessness touched the forest
as melodies touched our hearts.
When her trills ceased, I first witnessed
the tears of my loyal companion.
Somehow, they made him younger and freer.
Excitement sprouted from his eyes
like wildflowers witnessing their first dawn.
He wiped the tears away with his sleeve
and beamed like a sunrise.
“For just one moment—one moment,
she sounded like my mother,” he stammered.
I grasped his hands and held them to my heart.
Arion looked up to the sky, above the circle of trees,
as if he recognized a face in the midnight expanse.
We made a camp and settled silently in the clearing.
The last thing we remember before closing our eyes
was the overhead flutter of shadowed wings
and a gentle sigh beyond the pines.
(note: this is the third part of an epic about Arion I shared a while ago. The first and second pieces are “Little Glistening Salmon” and “Ocarina Steps”)
Gorgeous, the morning had been,
Before the day became frantic;
Clouds amassed.
My eyes and ears witnessed.
Rains’ harbingers landed on my skin;
Drops of rains but not rain, I whispered to me.
Darker and darker, the clouds grew.
From time to time, roars I heard.
Faster and faster, the day ran;
And so were the dark skies.
Looming, the evening smelled.
All birds had lobbed into trees.
Like prophets, jeopardy they noticed.
Noisily dancing, the trees were;
Whistling stridently, the wind was.
And lightening impaled the murky clouds
Only me to see leaves and dust climbing high;
Winds to heave stronger and upper above,
The skies started bathing me.
Shelter nowhere to find anymore.
Late it was, the world started tumbling on me;
Hefty and late, it was for me to move.
Down I sat to reminisce the harbinger;
My face in my knees, I buried.
But alas, she had heavily parked on me!
Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho
("Snake II", 2015, original block print)
Gaslit
In these times of constant parading
The emperor in his new gown
Sets the fashion for the whole world
Everywhere you look
People blindly proclaiming the nakedly absurd
With confidence born in numbers.
Now basic biological facts of male and female
Have morphed into a fluid nonbinary
Mishmash of possibilities, where instead of in balance
Nurture is stridently mightier than nature.
Not withstanding, tropes of masculine violence somehow immune
To this new social-science,
People who’ve apparently never had house pets
Postulate that in world without males there’d be no violence.
What used to be common sense observation for even a child
That racial differences are obvious, if not so easily defined,
Have become the dogma;
“Race is merely a social construct.”
On the climate front all is hysteria
As what used to be an essential sustainer of life
Is rebranded a toxic gas
Existentially threatening to end all life on Earth.
And in politics, mild protest has become insurrection,
Terrorist attacks embraced as the democratic process,
And the sanctity and security of our vote
Chewed up by a machine that knows no law or shame.
Now the new Nazis call themselves the “Anti-Fascists”
And of course brand all opponents “Nazis”
As if name-calling makes something so
In their make-believe post-modern world of subjective truth.
Hate is love, war is peace
Rigid conformity diversity, destruction creativity,
Abortion the path to modern motherhood
And enslavement to ideology somehow freedom.
These are the times we live in
When gaslighting has replaced the news, entertainment and education
And objective truth driven underground or out into a desert
Away from the masses
Where it can be as it always has, untrodden and free
Yet as deadly as ever to those who refuse to see.
(12/2/23)