DELETE
I.(NOEL SIMBA)
For so long I kept u in my head
For so long I nurtured u like a baby
But not anymore
Tell me how can you sleep peacefully
Whatever came from your mouth was a lie all along
How do you keep on breathing
When you buried me alive
I regret how blind I turned
Believed your melodrama
Our meeting I thought was karma
Turned out to be a scammer
But it's cool, it's alright
I shake off this dust today
I shall never walk this dusty road again
II.(KAMEN JNR)
How did this dark bedroom become my companion?
How am I dying while you hold the medicine?
Erased. Recycled.
Erased. Recycled.
A cycle I've longed to escape.
Today, I finally did it.
I wiped away the connection.
Now I only hope
to erase those moments too.
I raise the white flag.
I give up.
©Noel Simba The Amazing Pencil and Rodrick kamen JNR
"Cats come in many kinds of personalities - the same as people do. Just be very grateful if a perfect one owns YOU." by Author
A lot of cats in my life I’ve taken in.
A silver Persian with green eyes was my first.
She was lovely, but so aloof – to my chagrin.
Some other cats had problems, but the worst
were those who would not use the litter box – I felt cursed!
Ralph, an ugly gray Persian with a smashed-in face,
had a purr like a roar; he was really nice!
Another Persian I’d named Lilah had a lady’s grace.
Black cat Razzmataz and Sookie (Siamese) – each one had her vice.
Strangely, not a one of them was interested in mice!
There was one cat I loved that was the best.
A plain-looking Calico was she.
Nineteen years she lived with us; I felt so blessed,
for Callie was as flawless as a cat can be.
After all these years, I miss her always being near me.
She’d follow me around, such a darling.
A little bell on her collar let me know
she was always there with its ring-a-ling-a-ling.
Today I have two boy cats -Simba and Chico.
They’re not bad, but next to Callie, they are only so-so!
As he brings a black African dove,
She brings a black African rose,
Blinds and deafs are singing love.
Dumb is dancing rumba,
Simba is playing samba.
We left our intrepid adventures on the plains of the Serengeti and there we will
re-join them. Pukka has heard word of an evil genie down in the old Rhodesia
He appears to have set up shop taking whatever he wants by magic and other
such underhand means. It is said that he has his eye set on the moon maiden.
Oh no that would be a bad thing for she to have to suffer. Just then a native flung himself before Simba and Pukka masters oh masters he has captured
the moon goddess. We need to rescue her to save night itself can you imaged
a day with out night just endless days too terrible to think about. After a
deep pondering yes said they could not and must rescue her without delay.
Arriving at his court Benjay told them he was in the wrong and released
her without delay. The friends decided to hire troop of guards to protect her
and various other things with these in place they felt safe enough to
take long vacations and left to do their own things
I fell asleep in a wondrous glen
that seemed so full of sparkly things
Trees here, over there a unicorn what?
Yes a unicorn perched on a grassy rock
I looked at it, it too looked at me I say
how do you do? well ty. how do you?
Fine I reply. but why are you here?
I am your guide between our worlds
my name is pukka and first we go to
the high priest's hall where all is decided
So together they set off passing trees
shaped like crocks, elephants and birds
Most would talk to them of scandalous
things but Pukka rushed him past then
they were there. what do you think we
should do with the thief Simba they asked
Peg him out in the desert for one night
let the animal's decided his fate and so
that was what happened and entered
into the good book as the punishment
Right best be bustling along right fast
in a flash they were back in the glen
Simba rubbed his eyes in disbelief
Pukka had vanished all seem the same
Simba found some sparkly hairs call me if you need me
Afrika of Mapendo
The foetus is smiling in her Tumbo,
Which is big like an African Tembo.
Afrika of precious Roho,
singing lovely Rumba,
traditional Ngoma
making Simba
dancing on long Mulima
Which is called Kilimanjaro
In Tanzania
And Kenya.
July 17/2023
We want our two cats to be kept inside.
so we bought a dog door that was smart!
It synched up with her collar to provide
the way for only THE dog to depart!
One night I searched my house and could not find
our ginger cat named Simba. Where was he?
I took a flashlight, and it blew my mind
to see our cats’ eye glowing from a tree.
That Simba figured out a way to get
behind our Aussie dog when she goes out.
I guess he lies in wait, and then it’s “ready, set,
and go” when our dog leaves! Yes, I’ve got no doubt.
Good thing that cat’s been fixed and still has claws.
Or he’d be hunting female cats in heat,
or ending up in some big mean dog’s jaws!
Thankfully by dawn, he’s at the door to eat!
Mufasa smiled at his eager young cub
Simba was a prince, but this meant nothing
at this second in the love of the moment
What do you see? Mufasa asked his son.
Pinks and yellows, tans, flowers, a meadow, the savannah
What feels does it bring to you?
Simba took a deep breath and let it out slowly
I feel peace, he told his daddy, the king
Mufasa knew that his son would do well
for he was not corrupted in any way,
he did not thirst for power or majesty like Scar
You are my son, he told him, and it makes me proud
Simba took another deep sigh,
breathing in the love of the savannah,
with no worries or cares, thinking he would have his father forever
Nussar " BigKnuckle" Dander, "Godbout" Lovell Moody
and "Oklahoma Cowboy" verses "Chef" Gussal Van Galloure
," The Goofy" Bostonain and Kaultour Jinx
Ended with a inverted figure four submission
When the Jinx caught Lovell Moody in his patented
Hussy Has-been. 45;44.
Ghetto Sushi and "The Best" Jess Correa beat Union Garcia
Amble and Aston Garcia in a Kangaroo four way
When Ghetto Sushi right crossed Amble and scored a pinfall
At 21:35.
"Boogalou" Bisstin Dagger beat " Deepthroat "Bassey Trifledudebvia a small cradle @ 5:45.
Morgus Bradshaw thrashed World Champion Getts Wright
Scoring a pinfall at 2:33.;the match was nontitled
It was Morgus' debut.
Chopp "Puck" Feral and Diffa Von Hessler loss in two falls to
Giant Simba in a two on one mismatch @6:00
"The Bamma" Borga Dandruff battled The Bankday Brawler to a draw in a Garment Buyout Brawl, where the loser had to donate their purse to a local charity, this caused a member of the charity group to enter the ring and attack The Ba.ma who fought ba k and became suspended from completion for 30 days.
When darkness falls upon the haunts of night
and creatures big and small forget the slightest slight
betwixt the moon and shadows of the eve,
I'm too am rendered nil
by infamy of secrets never told
inside this earth base hide away
of grass and moist;
This forest deep and rich is ready for
the plucky feet of brave
Oh hear, the animaliing sound of all mankind
inside this cavern of reveberating Simba roars
is the scent of musk and memory
abiding still;
Despite the darkness
of the night,
the stars insist,
on all that light.
6/9/2019
Don’t press the wrong trigger,
or you’ll get hit by a truth bullet
Peep sound advice: Don’t pull it ...
caliber of proof gon get bigger
Press your luck, if you want to —
false bravado can only cover so much
Twitchy touch get shaky in the clutch,
‘nother slinger paid: No can do
Poster child ain’t cash on the barrel head,
the hired guns come and they go
Some draw fast, and others slow
Can’t get the Judas reward if you’re dead
Chase the rope ... life last longer that way
Swing the holster over the saddle,
stone hands can’t spur skedaddle
Press the panic button, then start to pray
Red buttons on a Simba cat white coat,
stained reputation gotta go get dirt buried
Guns & Roses: Cold viols getting married
Press E button down as last blues note
When I stood my face, to steal a glance
You stood your face, to steal a glance
When I caught the thief, catching a thief
You arrested me, I chained you
The sun had just dropped, I had not eaten
My mother's full pot, but yawns and yawning
Turning myself eye popped, my skin bed cold
Through the black dark, cockroaches looked afraid
As the sun showered her face, I washed mine
I went into the Kraal, took my Masai and Simba
No time to eat gruel, to the gold field to mine
Again I saw you, how to let you mine
As you climbed to fetch, I said ouch!
As acacia thorns bit your knee, I said ouch!
Ooh, my African Rose, you kill minus swords
The gap in your mouth grains, way for laughter
The river in your creamery coopers, full of mills
The hill that follows you, whenever you move
The fibers above your height, not human fossils
Rupengo rukave irwo nduri yangu
Kunditaridza ziMuonde
ZiMuonde rakonzera manyongori
Rikaveiro roita kuti muruwa muve nokutya
Mufungo ukave wekupiduka kwakasauka
ZiMuonde randionza
Kufunganya nezvaro mumisha
Yongove ziMuonde, kugara pamimvuri
Rondidzimba mwoyo wangu nhete
Ndikati kuridzura ndingaone huni
Izvo rinoririma kupfuta chiutsu
Choti togo kutitosvora maiso
ZiMuonde kundipa unhapwa
Rangu demo rogomara
Kurikuda kuti riwe
Simba ndiro ndapera negobo
Rupengo rikave ino nhetembo
Vavariro kurikuda kuriwisa chose
Ndaitiwo zvimwe kuudiridzira
Ramangwana raizove nechiedza
Izvo kwaitove kusika moto mumaiso
Mvuto kuramba yopfuta
Ndotsva hangu mwana wevhu
Muonde kundipa rudziyo rwakafumuka
Kutiwo zvimwe ndikarima paumire
Muonde ungamerawo mabazi
Ndowana mumvuri wezororo
Izvo ondipa donhodzo kuwangu muviri
Shuviro yove yokukuwisa , ZiMuonde.
Asi mudzi wako ove damba nevhu
I rise and fall like melancholy tides
in ebb and flow of wistful disrepair,
our separate in consciousness divides,
the whiff of grief fills broken-hearted air.
Neglected now, heartstrings' rawhide, I mourn
with briny beads that water my dismay,
eyes teary drizzled mist, inside forlorn,
my psyche pierced by thorns in love's bouquet.
Whatever will I do, this emptiness..?
A gnawing hollow where my heart should be.
My lonely preys me like a lioness,
a simba stalks this lost love refugee.
Soft morning sun does gaze into my eyes
enlightening the depths of agonize.
There's A Lion In My Garden.
There's a lion in my garden I think it's escaped from the zoo.
There's a lion in my garden, Oh my goodness what shall I do?
The lion in my garden is laying under my old oak tree.
As I look out through my window, he yawns then looks
right back at me.
Help there's a lion in my garden and I've telephoned the police.
Just lock your doors and stay inside, that lion's been released.
The zoo keeper is aware of where his lion rests.
He's on his way to save the day to protect his lion from any pests.
Why that lion in your garden is really soft and tame.
His keeper says he'll come when he calls his lions name.
"SIMBA" shouts the keeper, "COME."
And Simba stands and goes to his keepers side.
"Iv'e got to take you back my friend you just can't leave your pride."
And as they turn the keeper says, "Madam I beg your pardon.
I'm sorry Simba gave you such a scare when you found him in your
garden."
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