Most adorable gift I've ever received when I was a child
was a lovely kitten who often nestled by my side,
I named him Kuting from her overloading cuteness;
We became best buddies, my precious toy, my happiness.
He grew up into a fine feline, helping us in the house
and in our small barn too, driving all rats or mouse,
Trained to use his improvised loo was a high rate;
At meal time, he quietly sat in front of me to wait.
A well-mannered and most friendly pet I’ve ever had,
Never stole foods nor scratched me…my parents were so glad;
To our farm animals, so playful gentle and kind,
Ducklings and chicks were always following him behind.
God has given him so many years to live -
reward of great cat's love purred to us at immense heave;
His life ended after fighting with a poisonous snake
that devoured some eggs and hissed my dog, Spotneck.
Oh, Kuting you were my best friend, pet and hero!
We hold you in our heart, we’ll never forget you,
Our photos together on shelves are great reminders
of your many beautiful memories that'll be treasured forever!
Waiting for chips*
Hungry at noon
Vinegar, salt
Use a fork not a spoon
Eat by the sea
Where the waves are unhurried
Peas that are mushed
Sauce that is curried
Two slices of bread
A chip butty create
Overloading my buds
Luscious carbohydrate
There are pies. There are peas
There is gravy and fish
Loading it all on your tray
Pile it up as you wish..
Unwrap from the paper
Don't decant to a plate
'Saves washing up'
And besides it tastes great
The angels in heaven
Look downward in awe..
As the humans devour
Much of what they adore
One of life's simple pleasures
Take a peek, there are many
Eating chips by the sea
Can't be beaten by any
Jinjagoliath
2nd July 2023
*in the UK French fries are 'chips'
Demented hall of dream crashers
scented thick with calamity;
Disoriented visitors can’t bolt,
tormented by a lack of serenity;
Swirling thoughts sit overloading
looming darkness calls backup;
Beckoning for you to quit,
forgetting idealists never give up.
Human
terrified, inconsequential
hindering , declining, overloading
Civilization, Growth, Tech, Paranoia
expanding, progressing, upgrading
focused, essential
Computer.
My mind is overloading, so much thoughts to digest,
My mind is downloading, so much thoughts to express,
Thoughts with emotions, my heart rate beating faster
behind the muscles of my chest,
Thoughts of repairing Mother Earth, let's mend or get
her a new dress,
Thoughts of a world of love and peace, hate and anger
on recess,
Thoughts of mankind uniting, putting division to rest,
Thoughts of no more bad governance, citizens distress,
Thoughts of us coming together, crime and violence let's
fix this mess,
A conscious thought, of every single one of us, trying to
do our very best...
Concentration,congregations,communications
illustrations,consultations,relations
persecutions,sanitations,punctuations,hesitation
revised,surmised,surprised in a disguise
The reality is known, system re-booted
salute, population expansions
weather changes, climates are changing
social sites exploring, overloading in errors
sharing, caring, giving back
homemade tasks, ideas forwarding
showing, make known
groups of gatherings
experiments abroad
laughing full of joy
a world, the Eagles soar
Precious moments
tender sounds
alerts notification
concentration,meditation
exercising, food preparation
In a given moment
each day is lived.
Note: The world is not waiting on time. Changes occur. Love, be of peace. Be kind. Trust in GOD. Taking one minute at a TIME.
Be safe. Stay safe.
The sun is shining bright, but the world is dark
This pandemic has swept the world and every park
I saw it coming a couple months ago
But the preparations were lacking, and scared me so
Now, some places have come a horror show
No masks, lack of supplies, as all the cases flow
Into hospitals, overloading them day to day
I am almost speechless, trying to find words to say
It's so overwhelming to see the widespread impact
In so many areas, so many closings are a fact
We are fighting for our lives, trying to stay inside
I'm looking in my yard, even the animals seem to hide
All I can do is pray with my heart, as it breaks
Wishing I could do more, as I'm doing what it takes...
- To survive. -
Heidi Sands
3/21/20
He sits on the edge of the hill
his abode from a society
that shattered his dreams
he can hear the echo of thunder
in the valley below
see bombs of color burst all around
as he looks for a place to take cover
his mind is cocked
and fully loaded
he knows the constitution well
the second amendment
his right to bear arms
and his hopes of survival
he sees the tallies of bodies
of those that have fallen before him
as he crawls on the ground
like a lioness on the prowl
unaware the war has ended
through dissociation
of past and present
he sees the same scene
over and over in his mind
mines exploding,
soldiers imploding
planes offloading
guns reloading
his thoughts overloading
he lapses back
to the current moment
as the grand finale ends
and silence falls
the only sensual touch he knows
is from his faithful dog
who remains by his side
he pets his head
towers to his feet
as he wipes a tear
from his face
july 6 2019
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I can't tell you what to think,
for your thoughts are
exclusively yours,
and they are elusive.
They come and go as they please.
With it's complexities,
It comes whenever it likes,
overloading your head
with it's multiple waves to create
and recreate your being.
It's rhythmic interchange
balances everything concerning you.
I cannot tell you how or what to feel,
your feelings are exclusively yours.
Both your thoughts and your feelings
are quite interwoven.
Manifesting as emotionally motivated thoughts,
or thoughtfully motivated emotions,
all working in synergy to bring a
perfect union.
The paths you walk,
the things you do generates them.
Only you can draw
the map of your inner life.
Though the understanding
of it eludes you.
But the path you choose to walk
is eternally exclusively yours.
It leads you to that place of your rebirth.
It may be peaceful.
Your printout may be chaos.
This design is your very own,
created by you.
But in all,
only you have the power to change it,
and make it right.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All rights reserved.
Love and secrets
Yearnings bottled up
Desires tangled
In thoughts in deliberations
Mute,
A voiceless heart
The fear unrelenting
Crushing my heart
My soul
Battering my confidence,
My resolve
Rendering me impotent,
Neutered
Mute
I can only be
Simmering deep inside
A love unproclaimed
Longing to burst forth,
Blosom.
Emotions seething
Raring to overflow,
A torrent.
Mute
I remain voiceless.
The anxiety, abounds
A thousand questions,
Unanswerable
Overloading my heart
A flood
The insecurities, petrifying
My tongue inanimate
Mute
I can only be
The emotion uncontainable
The desire, the yearning
Hammering at my heart,
Siege.
Sweeping all away
The doubts, anxiety.
Cleansing, Exorcising
But, Mute
Can I remain?
O tears from where art thou coming?
The traces of crimson corners of eyes
or
Pulsating emotional chambers of the heart
Which have dropped you in solitaire confinement to behold ?
Colorless,
Odorless,
Tasteless,
Are you price less too??
It is at the cost of flooding miseries
or
Hurting pains that you flow in immense stream,
or
The joy of subdued pleasure which brings you in being
Offloading baggage sometimes overloading precedences
Bring you here for us to survive.
Emotional underestimation is such a crime
We often undertake while you wash us through
@ ‘dusk’.....
Overloading contradictions
Heads to heads, fated collisions
An exchange of blows never ending
A grim nightmare in the making.
Casualties, bodies everywhere
a surreal view of morbid lust
In the eye, a killer crosshair
aimed with precision, death's a must.
Reflections on what future holds
with what hands are capable of
the harmony of war unfolds
deep down below in hell's abode
Hatred breeds hatred in a loop,
an infinity with a twist
our existence all in one scoop
laid in textbook manner, its gist
Ahead reality's marble
drawn out in a fated circle
A call to arms to fill that hole?
Or rather, pray a miracle.
I dream of her
Every night I lay down underneath the cover of darkness
I dream of her
Losing focus during the heat of day eyes open with a blank stare overloading thoughts that we might share
I dream of her
I tempt to create words that define my love for her but I can't capture words that do not exist.
Words like intimacy, endearment, and passion
I mark them off my list because they are
Poor examples of a love such as this.
I dream of her
Our souls are related through universal phenomenons
A cosmic connection
I dream of her because she is pure perfection.
Poet: Soul Of A. Man
Hanging clothes on your exercise bike, driving to the corner store
Taking the elevator up one floor, snacking while watching TV evermore.
Eating ice cream out of the carton, overloading the dinner plate
Eating sweets and drinking sodas, always wanting to exercise just a little more?
I'll diet tomorrow. Hospital appointment and you get examined by a young nurse
half your age. The dreaded words take off your shirt-no sucking in the
belly flab now. Your fat and exposed and somewhat embarrassed. The room is
cold and your sitting fat and old. Professionalism is not to comment on the
subject at hand. She's done and you race to put on your shirt blaming the
coolness of the room. The doctor comes in and reminds you that even losing a
few pounds will be beneficial. On the way home you stop by a fast food drive through
and order a mega size meal for lunch with the big BIG soda. Driving home
sucking up that bubbly sensation of sweet sinful satisfaction you make
a mental note to self. I'll diet tomorrow.
CONSUMED
obsessive oppressive addictions
overloading another’s afflictions
oblivion optimizing restriction
(Copyright© April 2013- Kim van Breda)
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