I wanted to tell you that I really am
I wanted inform the public
How could have we moved from the Plato, the Cave
Through christian sect, and the Hitler, and else, the Republic
Would you then respect my privacy
Or will you demand from me
You must be the self-sufficient
You must real reasons see
The monkeys don't have homeland
So that you may eat chocolate
What does you do not comprehend
I want to address focal point
What gives you such bias of value
Of lives of the masses of yours
I don't want to reach implications
I able well use the remorse
I wanted to tell you that I really am
I wanted inform the public
I don't think that social is fabric
If human made frequencies
Do contradict
The purpose of fields for collection of data
Mass energy equilibrium this
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YOU
not
THEM
ME
not
THRONG
US
not
U.S.
Misère
no
TRUMPS
MY WAY
not
THY WAY
Be Selfish
Strident
Wary
Caring
Not Complacent
Not Sacrificial
Self Sufficient
Ungodly
Self-sufficient light
Never dark, never subdued
Tested than ever.
If possible, don't complain about fate
Get rid of the sadness and the pains
The wind will blow it away
Life is short, love is not enough
Why bother for a minute in the sun
If possible, please release your heart
Living selflessly strong in the midst of life
Because I still know that giving is forever
Self-sufficient mind will be relaxed
If I can let my soul go with the wind
Knowing to let go will have a lot of things
Happy pleasure even though they are small
How peaceful is this life
If I could save the minutes
Quietly, not a bit noisy
In the middle of the market of life
I'm silently sleeping peacefully
Releasing sorrows with the raging wind.
Tell them we are working hard
They will soon afford to buy rice
Show them our graphic evidence
Of rice pyramids. We are self-sufficient.
When they complain of hardship
Give them rice!
When there is rising unemployment
Add some more rice, I say
There's plenty of cassava too to eat.
If they plan to protest
And the workers want to strike
Pacify them with mudus of rice, right away
I know my people, they will shelve it.
All subsidies are gone forever
Taxes all around have come to stay
And when those rabble begin to grumble
Let the Custom open their stores
Of foreign rice to them. It tastes good!
My people are understanding
I have instructed them to tighten their belts
But if they questioned my extravagance
Give them state-sponsored rice
Sold at a subsidized rate.
Let them know we are truly empathic.
Not our fault about climate change
God knows why! We inherited banditry
Herders-farmers' clash, from our predecessors
But be assured when disaster strikes
Our response shall be swift
To distribute rice in camps of the IDPs!
God give us gifts
For us to be
Self-sufficient.
RICKETY BRIDGE
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I keep my access bridge looking rickety
It makes unwanted visitors think twice
I like my solitude, I’m quite pernickety
Just one invitation each year will suffice
It’s actually stronger than it may appear
There’s a deep, fast flowing river below
I watch them approach and see the fear
Of falling, but I’ll wave as I see them go
My mailbox is standing on the other side
So, no need for post brought to my door
Nor any sales people with smiles so wide
But they know I have heard it all before
My home is my castle, and I’m just fine
Even without a drawbridge, it is efficient
I own it and the surrounding land is mine
By now you’ve guessed I’m self-sufficient
Maybe it’ll break and fall apart one day
A bit like me as the years take their toll
With independence slowly ebbing away
And no rickety bridge, just this sad soul
Tumultuous excitement to think of actually having an
address on the moon. Needing to be quite self sufficient,
as there will be no ordering Take-Away from ground control.
Prefab housing and inflatable furniture will be all the go.
It will have to be weighed it down, as we don’t want it to get up
and go with no gravity. Tubes of food and drink, will need
to be stocked by the mile. Living on the moon will cause
quite a smile, thanks to those first brave astronauts.
their mission was soon
it was to land on the moon
came more to explore
could we build a colony
where we could all survive there
I have to push myself outside
For I am an introvert
I don’t swell with purple pride
Inside not how I work
I’m self sufficient near to a flaw
Yet I crave the audience and stage
My green gifts are red and raw
Yet I will drag them in the light of day
Easily I practice my pink piece
A poem I wrote called seeds
I listen to the ruby recording
Hoping to perfect purple poetry
I know I will get a chill
Just before the presentation
But I must create my thrill
In meeting yellow anticipation
I’m trying to step out my comfort zone
Which is in my little homemade box
I control the timing of metronome
And only death should dare me stop
Say a little prayer for me please
That I keep my cranberry courage
That I am calming as I speak
That light or dark I will encourage
GROWING UP
At the beginning, I was a baby
No mind to speak of, just need
Growing quickly into a toddler
Ancestral genes the modeller
Too young to follow a creed
Destined for greatness - maybe
A tall young boy, learning fast
Changes in both body and brain
Things one can do, stuff one can’t
Life suggesting a different slant
Examinations come round again
Until it’s leaving school at last
The world of work offers surety
Self-sufficient, now living alone
Many new challenging decisions
Interviews for better positions
Conducted on a mobile phone
Balancing interests with security
After decades of payslips and tax
Marriage, and even having kids
Retirement looms in a few years
More free time and no more tears
Hoping health is not on the skids
Faced with a different set of facts
Less about future, more of the past
One’s life was a million adventures
Now everything is at a slower pace
Often caught staring up into space
Getting used to wearing dentures
And accepting that the die is cast
MOTHER A WARRIOR
It was a small matter, but would can explain to the wind,
My mother used to make mascara for me from the lamp!
She made cow dung cakes, it must be compulsion
Perhaps these would be necessary to run the family!
She cooked food with wood fire,
What should I tell you, brothers, how much the smoke from the stove made her cry!
She used to dry the grains on the terrace of neighbours,
Her children should become successful, this was the worry that used to bother her.
The taunts of servants and relatives had troubled her a lot.
That's why she had gained only 40 kg weight!
In the hot afternoon, she used to pluck the cereals from the field and bring it, it would be a question of the sinful stomach,
Didn't wear slippers, maybe there will be a bark on the feet!
She has fed flowers by fighting poverty,
She has finally made his children self-sufficient.
Barefoot in the sand I walk the seashore, carefree
taking mental snapshots of you and me;
Living in the sanctuary of your natural agility
I am a womb in you, both beautiful and free.
When you pour me out my soul refreshes,
some say you are water but I say you are life.
Recaptured, I regain my sanity and dignity
and for this, I thank you water;
The seashores are quenched by your ebb and flow
and your eternal movements, are my Saving Grace;
You are self sufficient and unanimously rhythmed
and in your cadence even the mermaids rejoice,
as they dip their tails and siren your decree.
Oh sea, you are just a kiss away from me,
when I'm in your presence nothing in this world
matters, anymore.
To be self-sufficient is an admirable trait
Not needing to depend on anyone is great
Being able to set one’s own course each day
Free to express opinions, to have one’s say
In my way of thinking opens heaven’s gate.
Written November 29, 2022
submitted to "Bitesize No 56" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
Poet: Otieno Elvis Gikoi
Pen : el.oti.gi...
*EGYPT AN ANCIENT CULTURE*
It's a ring,
A ring of Egyptian culture,
Where people lived together,
Optimism, confident, kind-hearted
Generosity and sense of humor,
Is all they are known for.
Egyptian People:
Had a wonderful nature,
With a welcoming heart,
Used to live happily even after work,
Were self-sufficient on the poor.
Peaceful they lived.
The wore undyed clothes,
Respected the laws of the land,
Believed in a happy life,
Clothing were so descent,
Respected women rights.
Their culture,
Gave power to man,
As the head of the family,
As women, the head of the home,
Taught their kids on their culture,
Which was full of harmony and balance.
Making them different from other cultures.
Egyptian culture,
Believed their land was intimately,
Hitched their distinctive salvation.
Ooh, what a wonderful culture,
That was patriot,
Which served their country army,
And encouraged,
Which is still immortal in history,
With simple behavior and living.
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The long life
The knowledge of living forever is already here
all one has to do is renew the old cells for new ones
once a year starting when forty or thereabout when
a person is self-sufficient.
It is also possible to renew cells so often on regress
to infancy and looked after by your son who is unable
to grasp he is changing his father’s nappy.
Longevity has its own risk of how to live you can alight
from the Garston, bus nr 9 and be knocked down
by a car, the autopsy will show the person was not forty
But 110.
The best way to get old is to kill someone in Oklahoma
get 200 years in a padded cell be fed by a slot in the wall
and when the conviction comes to an end
refuse to leave the prison, your home on earth.
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