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You may see me out on the streets
Lying curled up in a foetal position my sleeping bag in a shop doorway
Trying to get a few hours sleep here in my latest home in cardboard city …
I never stay more than a few nights in one place
can never really settle; these streets aren’t safe
You may see me out on the streets
I’m sitting on the cold damp pavement with an empty coffee cup in my hand
Hoping for a coin or two so I can have some real food in my aching belly
Still you hurry past, trying to avoid making eye contact…
Believe me, it’s so degrading rummaging in the litter bins like a wild animal
But some days it’s the only way I can get any food to eat
The biting cold and wet weather is my worst enemy
I can never get warm even when the sun shines
This is no life, just a way of surviving another day
Guess you think I’m a waster, a dirty tramp
You walk on by; judge me without knowing what lead me to life on the streets
Bet you think I’m a druggie or an alcoholic
I guess most people seem to think that
They see my filthy clothes, straggly hair and grey beard
Just five years ago I was like many of you
I had a career, a beautiful wife, and two lovely children
Spent many months away from home fighting for my country
But then I got sent to Afghanistan…
I saw scenes no man should ever have to witness
I was traumatised
Forever suffering flashbacks of the faces of those innocent people
The children, oh those children – made me think of my two boys back at home
I couldn’t cope any more, had a total mental breakdown
I was a broken man …
My wife could no longer deal with the mood swings , the erratic behaviour
The Army did little to help –
discharged me on health grounds, then basically abandoned me
Now I’ve lost everything … my wife, family, my dignity
Many of the people you see on the streets are like me …
We all have a story to tell, but no one gives us the time of day
Passers-by avert their eyes and hurry past like we are invisible
Your eyes may tell you one thing… but please don’t judge me
Because you don’t know me
I Am a Time Waster.
I Love to laze away the day.
But I Am Happy. Yea I am A Happy Man.
I have time to appreciate the beauty of Nature,
Never in a hurry. I like to take my time.
I have time to spend with my loving pets.
Time enough to communicate with them, and to play with them.
Time to Feed them. Time to surf the net.
Time to write Poetry and read poems.
Time for Dominoes. Time to Lime. Time to waste.
Time to help others wherever I can. To help someone along the way.
Time to rescue an animal.
Time to hail a friend. Time to chat.
Time to check up on the cricket scores
Or Watch cricket. Time to enjoy a movie or a good documentary.
Time to eat and drink. Time to laugh. Time to joke.
Time to daydream and reminisce. Time to go to bed. Time to sleep. Time to dream.
Time to think of doin something else. Time to end this poem........this story.
Resolution To...Too... Tooth... Thou..
(house sand zero, and own nine)
Wine hot ja... jes... justa bead devout
boo... boos...booze hound 'n
frog git (hic cup) bout...
new yea ears rez: hill loo... dang
(burp) louche huns, eh an...,
and beg... agh hen ah nee new wheel 'ear
as zha roosting gadabout
fra... fru... froom this ska...
ski... skid... row... man hunk scout,
ah so... sub... sober chip... er ...,little
tea...poe... pot short and stout
er... chap, cuz in necks stay...hm...
here...ism handle, and thar hiz muss spout
oh...ha rill lee odd doubt
y'all 'member wha...whi...
whoa, what 'prom says 'eed shout
th... hiss hex 'spurt advice
fro...fru...framed dis lout, yea?
What a difference (in meaning), clear
as hub ba hell...(belch) bell jar quake
obvious, (when one not pull lath ta heard) ,
my...er re... rev vol ting... lush 'n not be opaque,
one alphabetic character doth make
duff France sans, the nineteenth versus twenty
first letter of English... lake
really awesome man, how dog nabit,
I could hood ho...hu... hoof accomplished...
rather steal piece o'@$$ er...rather tastykake
alm high ghouls when hide goot awake!
As somewhat (hmm...) not so evident,
one need not be a rocket
surgeon, or brain scientist
visa viz mastercard whiz
at effect of one sprocket...
nor a judge explaining gobbledygook
of law to witness in docket,
cuz this po boy haint moost
richly endowed in his pocket,
nor talented ska, rocksteady,
or reggae tunesmith
never earning any moolah, but forced to sell
off each dreaded locket.
Fellow Americans, this poetaster
lacking hocus pocus
not merely here tubby chiefly
as time waster, with locus
of airy mission to plant sole
lee seeded to shift your focus
from aimining to satisfy reVolution verse us
impossible mission couched
as reSolution lest ye be deemed
moost laughable joker, who makes major fuss!
Gone forever, the used ones
Never can it be set aside for future use
As food, fuel or money can be
Can it be stored like a pea?
Like a large swift river
Ever flowing forward
Neither can be stopped nor delayed
Nor can thou use every drop flowing over
Moving in its downward flight
Dying in a sleepless night
Time and tide waits for no man
So goes a well worn slogan
A representation of action succession
Kill it with procrastination
Has it any resurrection?
Fatigue, a coin robber
Much emphasis on pleasure,
Grand coin robber
Coin robbers cause extreme pressure
This ticking-tacking coin in life
Can it be spent on behalf?
I'd rather be a time keeper
Than be a time waster
Oga at the top
Then you open your mouth
Like bullfrog in the muddy pool of your career
In the myopia of your great vision
You vomited manifesto which we in turn swallow
To provide jobs for those with suffocating degrees
Begging to clean, wash, mop, to pack your ****
Or even dig graves for themselves, to keep alive.
You were the one who use to sit
At the cross-road joint where you drown yourself
In country palaver with dregs of palm wine.
Or have you forgotten in God’s house
You often lead the prayers against unemployment,
Corruption, insecurity and government indifference.
Now you sit at the top
Nurtured by wayward currencies
That bastardized the poor country people.
And all you care and attend to is to build
Castles of straw in the blazing heat of starvation
And pile wealth for your waster, imbecile generation.
If you are into time wasting,
Sooner or later you will find yourself flicking,
Although in the in the early days of TV there were reasons for stopping,
As there were programs that were quite exciting,
Enough, to quell the urge to take up flicking,
As a means of time wasting,
Then the number of channels started increasing,
With their content becoming more and more boring,
And flicking carrying on into the morning.
Then we got to learn computing,
Which meant more time wasting,
And more choices and places to enjoy flicking.
But it was not until someone started blogging,
And people could make a living,
Out of bragging about their following,
That flicking,
Won the the ultimate prize for time wasting,
And our intelligence really started deteriorating,
As we are now texting,
Messages about TV Programs, on computers, we have been watching,
And blogs we have been streaming,
All without an ending,
Because we have resorted to flicking,
The ultimate form of time wasting,
That I only see increasing.
Nay greet for me, I yet live
ne'er was I a bairn to ye
mind me ere I once were
when drouthy neibors met
t'were to tak a dram or two
then tak the gate
na think on lang miles
nor of sulky dame
as frae her ye flee 'd
na catch'd wi' a skellum
blethering lik a blellum
ah lass na greet for me
by the auld haunt kirk
auld Nick a towzie tyke
nay catch'd this bogle
who scre'd the pipes and
gart them all a skirl
til skies a' did dirl
an in cauld hand held a candle
his ain soul now bereft
bides her lass, nay greet for me
translation
Do not cry for me, I yet live
never was I a baby to you
mind me as I once was
when thirsty neighbours met
it was to share a dram or two
then take the road home
do not think of long miles
nor of sullen wife
as from her you fled
not to be caught as a waster
rambling like a boaster
do not cry for me lass
by the old haunted church
Old Nick a shaggy dog
could not catch this ghost
who screwed the pipes
and make them squeal
until the heavens all ring
and in his hand a candle held
his ain soul now bereft
bides her, lass do not cry for me
You can't be seen yet some have seen you,
You are an enormous, influential feeling.
You fear nothing yet you fear hurt. it is said with you world can be conquered, you are a precious gift
You are patient and pure,
You bring butterflies yet you're inspiration.
Yet you are what you are.
Love you've been kind and positively influential,
Oh no you haven't you've took lives,
You've brought hurt, you've made us mentally disabled yet it is said you bring butterflies.
You are a time waster, you are nothing but a disease
Even so, you are red; a symbol of danger,
You've done the worse than death.
Love you are joy of sadness, infinite pain trauma,
Love you are nociceptive, inflammatory, a neuropathic and allopathic pain.
They say you beautiful, amazing,
You're praised yet some are lifeless because of you.
Love you are nothing but a disease that brings pain.
Why is it that people think that they are going to live forever?
When a child is born into this world,
It’s a precious moment,
We are filled with so much happiness and joy,
People say that when you have a child, that is when life begins,
How true this is,
We give up everything to nurture this new life,
In return we slowly give up our life,
You start to forget how to be the fun loving person you once were,
Your past life becomes a distant memory,
When you look at yourself you can’t seem to recognize who you are,
Your identity slowly slips away,
You spend endless hours and time trying your best to put a smile on their faces,
While your smile fades away,
Then one day when you open your eyes and look into the mirror,
You see a hard cold reality,
You see an old person looking back at you,
Your precious years has passed you by,
You feel like you have been robbed of your time,
So I say to you,
Stop!!!!!,
Balance your life,
Live Life to the fullest,
Don’t be a time waster,
Give your love and keep some love for yourself,
Don’t disappear,
Love your life,
Make each moment in life mean something to you,
Love, enjoy, find pleasure, and happiness in whatever you do,
For its all for a limited amount time.
Pretending and false,
no one knows them at all,
disguising their faults, their views and their thoughts,
using fake personalities in untrue realities,
talking their way to delusion insanity,
seeming convinced as they mask every inch,
strapped into their cover they can't see no other,
they point and they blame to divert from their shame,
play pitiful games behind backs in the shade,
entitled no titles
who see all a rival,
but should you get them
"what you being so sly for?",
they enjoy when you're down,
they enjoy when you're out,
keeping you there saying "I'm helping him out",
they have to look good guys,
they have to look nice,
talking their image never seen with your eyes,
expect you to help them, congratulations and well done,
and when it's your turn resentment is welcome,
the bitterness shows with each heartfelt pump,
and on your worst days insults are slung,
they've known worst ways and remind you like scum,
envy attention given to you,
make jokes or get moody to take it back too,
whilst claiming that you do the things which they do,
but do they know this? No, they havent a clue,
entitled by right,
defensive by nature,
selfish uptight ,
a KING yet a WASTER.