Gloria Gupta's garbage bin
Has got all sort of trash within:
A starched piece of mouldy bread,
A broken doll without a head.
Three empty cans of soya beans,
Uncle Jimmy's old torn jeans.
Papers, documents that don't work,
Spoons and old dishes and forks.
Used out pens, money clips,
Broken lunch packs and bags of chips.
Bones and food that's began stinking...
I wonder what Gloria's thinking,
Cellphone covers and old remotes,
To do lists and cancelled notes.
Markers, socks and old CD's,
Bottles, cans, macaroni,
An old pair of worn out shoes
And a torn heart she can't use...
Gloria Gupta's garbage bin
Has got all sort of trash within.
When we kill a tree
Does a forest sigh
Rustle with grief that
One of them should die.
Is there apprehension,
Do the trees even hear,
The clinking clanking sound
As the felling gang draws near.
The real flowers of the world,
The lungs of the Earth,
Helping cleanse the air from
the moment of their birth.
Their beauty being replaced
By a much lesser scene
As we uproot the trees
To plant Soya bean.
Do the trees around the world
Hear the grieving crying
From swathes of woodland as
They sense their colleagues dying.
Will there be a memorial service
When they've killed the last tree
Will they follow into extinction
The last wild bee.
When the Earth is levelled
And sterile and neat
Under chamfered layers
Of reinforced concrete
And the air gets heavy
With every breath a chore
Each one less satisfying than
The one just gone before
Will we regret we didn't listen
To the almost silent pleas
That rustled through the branches
Carried by the last gentle breeze.
Will a silent protester
Surreptitiously sow
Handfuls of acorns to watch
New Oak saplings grow.
Inside the grocery store
There are many choices
When it comes to milk
On the shelves side by side
Are many selection of milk
There Are:
Whole milk
Zero percent
Two percent
Goat milk
that is two percent
and three percent
Oat milk
Soya milk
Many choices to pick from
May England be
a enormous ship called:
"Queen of the Seas"
And that doesn't sink ...!
May Portugal be
a grand winery
in Lisbon or Funchal,
live on wine and
Codfish...
No ... it is not true that Italy is, just and only ... Pizza, a boot and a
crooked tower ...!
Brazil, Brazil ...
It's not coffee, and football
nor wonder beans ...
It is not true that It is
only that ...
It is not just corruption ...
Only actions, and ...
and gasps ... Petrol and
soya ... also
water and car wash ...
But, O mother, you are further ...
You are a manly homeland ... and
your son doesn't run away
fight ...just fight BRAZIL ...!
Yamaguchi Seishi haiku translations
Grasses wilt:
the braking locomotive
grinds to a halt.
? Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Ceaseless chaos?
ice floes clash
in the Soya straits.
? Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Once they’ve crossed the sea,
winter winds can never return.
? Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
(Written in October 1944 as Kamikaze pilots were flying out to sea.)
Banish the snow
for the human torpedo
now lies exploded.
?Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
The sky hangs low
over Karafuto,
as white as the spawning herring.
?Yamaguchi Seishi, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I'm sorry young lady your future has gone
Capitalism's done irreversible wrong
Not in my name, I shout from the roof top
I've been fighting the same fight,
Hoping one day it'll stop
Poison our food our water our air
Capitalism's the cause
Cause of despair
Profit before health
Is the capitalist way
Death creates wealth
With urban decay
Our planet is dying
It's on its knees
Our air is polluted
Bringing more disease
Not in my name, I shout from the roof top
I've been fighting the same fight,
Hoping one day it'll stop
Our oceans are filthy
Rivers unclean
Trees disappearing
Decimation of green
Palm oil, soya
Cattle and gas
Deforestation now on mass
Ice caps are melting
Permafrost thawing
Sea levels rising
Species declining
Weather's changing
For the worse
Getting hotter, colder
Unpredictable more diverse
This is the world that's been left to you
All for the profits of the 1% few
I'm sorry young lady your future has gone
Capitalism's done irreversible wrong
Not in my name, I shout from the roof top
I've been fighting the same fight
Hoping one day it'll stop
craving
oriental delights
pleasing big appetites
chinese food
speedy delivery
mixed aromatic scents
egg rolls
plum sauce
beef foo young
chicken balls
sweet and sour sauce
stir fried veggies
beef fried rice
soya sauce
meal fit for a king
and his queen
perfect friday night
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.3~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Front Page Pick 2021
Submitted on February 20, 2020 for contest STRAND SELECT W sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
Originally posted on April 15, 2019
i share a piece of mind
thoughts in my head
a piece of my heart
right there on her plate
don't play with your food
it is not meant for a toy
she pokes it with a fork
adds sauce made of soya
she didnt care even though salt makes it hurt
these are my feelings catchup stain on my shirt
and when dinner was over she asked for dessert
i told her i'm sorry this i just can't afford
i gave her enough, enough for just a taste
she is hungry for more, my cooking is the best
now its over my heart is hidden away in a fridge
i put a lock on the door so witches can't reach
she wants to be smart
thinks she is a player
what i feel for her now
is more like whatever
it has been a long time
i won't hold the grudge
its about music for me
not my place to judge
now this is important for me its like a prayer
i try to live my life while being honest fair
i reach out to you don't bite a hand that feeds
karma exists you and me have to plant the seeds
it's in your interest to grow flowers and trees
when the time comes check your garden for weeds
if all you do in consume its not going to bloom
Mr or Miss player: You'll be alone in your room
For some one pork is good
For some one chicken
as choices are different
in own style let items be eaten
I like fleshy soft Fish
to have minimum calories
cooked with soya oil with brinjal
and with black eyed peas
God bless every one
With happy Good Luck meal
in the Happy 2012 New Year
let's all we deal
Sponsored by: Russell Sivery
Written by: bldevnath
on 07/01/2012
ifya dress in fur coats
and it ain't cold
howcome ya think
it's attractive?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
a riddle of the universe or someshit
and i have no clue what clerihew is, but i type this in honor of sistah clare
just soya know