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Marshmallow and Scarlet

her Scotland calf was a lovely color
I call him Marshmallow, she told us
Her parents had not named him
she thought this was a mean oversight

Her name was Scarlet and she was lovely
with her little white trainers, and her winsome ways
Her smile lit up the meadow, enticing the flowers to grin
She was a beauty with her bouncy ponytail

Marshmallow loved Scarlet too
He watched the house and ran when he saw her coming
They were a team, two kindred spirits
most did not realize they had met in heaven before arriving here.

In my younger days

The world has changed in so many ways 
It's nothing like the good old days 

There was only 3 channels on the TV and we boiled a kettle to make the tea

Lots of fresh air playing outdoor in the sun 
Football  hopscotch just having fun

Having a Picnic in the park  getting home 
Before it gets dark

Jam sandwiches  just a quick snack to eat 
No named trainers just daps on your feet 

Clouring pencils chalking on the ground 
Children laughing what a wonderful sound

Things have changed that's no doubt to talk to our friend we had to go out

But that's all changed now in the process of time

Don't you miss your younger days I know I miss mine.

Terrorbred

Jezebel
the racehorse
with wolves
she was found
To run
in the daytime
by moonlight
she howled

Her stable
was cave like
her food
freshly killed
Smart jockeys
won’t ride her
no matter
how skilled

In May
was The Derby
with roses
askew
As trainers
and grooms
stood in fear
at high noon

She had
to be victor
or hell
would arrive
With Jezebel
eating
the winner
— alive

(Rhymes From The Nursery: July, 2025)

Nasty people

With named trainers and designer clothes
judging people and looking down your nose

Pointing and laughing treating people like dirt
not really caring about the people hurt

With verbal abuse you will attack
while stabbing your friends in the back 

Nasty text messages from your mobile phone
BUT YOU WILL REGRET IT WHEN YOU ARE ALL ALONE.

Newts

Newts

Newts are 
among the best dog trainers in 
the world.

Turkey Alive

Well, I listened to Benjamin Zephaniah,
And I kept my young turkey alive.
We had a really good blast last Christmas,
With hip-hop and reggae and jive.

We opened our presents real early,
Taking selfies and having a laugh.
I bought Turkey some really cool trainers,
And he bought me some gloves and a scarf.

Then we ate a lovely fat dinner.
I cooked him organic green beans.
We had rice and peas and coleslaw,
With a gigantic mountain of greens.

After, we played a game of Scrabble.
I won 'cause I hate losing at games.
I sang him a number of carols,
Played charades, guessing celebrities’ names.

We watched movies until we got tired,
And then tried to enjoy the King's Speech.
We couldn’t resist Christmas pudding,
With a dollop of ice cream and peach.

I’m glad my turkey’s alive for Christmas.
I’ll invite him again and again.
And I’ve also joined Turkeys United,
‘Cause now Turkey and me are best friends.

But there’s one thing I forgot to mention,
Which you may think a little absurd:
I thought he was one of the talking turkeys,
But this turkey didn’t even say a word!
 
 (Ode to Benjamin Zephaniah’s Talking Turkeys )

THE UNYIELDING TEACHER

I stand as a teacher, distinct and apart
A beacon of passion, with a zealous heart
My craft, a calling, that fuels my every fire
I will not be deceived, my rewards, I must acquire

In this life, I demand respect, a right I hold dear
My authority, unshakeable, my will, crystal clear
I am the trainer of trainers, the mentor of the land
My expertise, unparalleled, my knowledge, at your command

I am a teacher by choice, not circumstance or fate
My profession, a noble pursuit, that I create and relate
I upgrade daily, in my craft and art
A master of my domain, a leader, in every part

You dare not look down on me, with disdain or scorn
For I have taught your parents, and those who came before
If you would rise above me, you must first show respect
For the teacher, who has paved the way, and corrected

Bullying

With named trainers and designers clothes 
Judging people and looking down your nose.

Pointing and laughing treating people like dirt 
Not really caring about the ones that you hurt.

With verbal abuse you will attack 
Never to their face but behind their back.

Nasty text messages to their mobile phone.
Isolating them so they feel alone.

When you get challenged about the things you have done 
You just laugh in their face and say because it’s fun.

Not Hopping

Not Hopping
Some trainers in the BPO industry
Have worked in 20 or 30 different places
Brian met 2 or more such trainers
Both had worked in dozens of centres
Between a month’s training and years
Finally settling down to train others
Being Hoppers no more job to job
Instilling their skills info knowledge
With wisdom guidance mind set
It takes skill to be a trainer
And something else to excel
Getting the next generation ready
Reps support trainers OMs

Quite An Experience

Quite An Experience
They said the Philippines and Thailand
We're both Third World countries
Yet the glittering business centres
In Manila and Bangkok were superb
Among the world's finest in design
Bringing in top revenue
Employing the best minds 
Pushing what was possible
Brian worked in both cities 
In his six years and counting
He was quietly proud of his career
Always doing his best getting average scores
Sometimes the highest never low
Except in the early days
When he was a new cherry
A German in Asia doing a new job
He came here for a gal	
Long long ago it went from there
Flitting between countries working
Not on holiday or chilling out
Using 21st century systems
Taught by committed trainers
In time becoming a good rep
Aged in his forties and fifties
Keeping up with agents
Half his age in work and drinking
In a million years when
Brian died he would look back
And think was all that real
It was quite an experience

Bisgattii Mussu

class act
one hard to follow
more intriguing then
ah-bore
he thinks of all involved
when he performs
seen and unseen
his works are a class act
a showcase of talent
and sheer ability
it wouldn't suprise me if
millions of people would 
support his effords of
acheiving his goals
the right guidance
and the right
people around him
will help him
in his success
his failures might
not be as long as his runs
if he's lucky
it wouldn't hurt to have the
right corner man
and the
right trainers
to keep him focused
and someone to
get him seen as
a contender
and maybe even a champion
His Cucoloris is made
from his own works
lets see what he can do with it

The Average Quarter's announce team queued in on
Champion Royal's debut! With B$ basso intro's
provided by IntroMedia
The Class Act in precision music!

I Do Not Trust Sport Trainers

There is a twinge in my left knee,
right on the inside of the kneecap, under the bone.

I’ll jump, sometimes.
Tendons stretching, stretching, stretching—
muscles flexing.
My foot leave the ground (pointed, of course).
My other leg is straight already (pointed, of course). 
I lock myself in this position, finding the stretch, the burn, for a second in which I do not know the ground.

I fall. Land on one toe, then a foot, then a weight that cannot possibly belong to me.
My knee twinges. 
I ignore it.

I stretch the other side, there is no twinge.

I go back to my left. Twinge. Twinge. I ignore it.

Wearing knee braces on top of leggings, is embarrassing, anyway.

Broken Memoirs

I could lie twas Salma
Who made I edit my note
A love note it was a rem1
Reminder with a Coordinate
Coordinates do come home
I pleaded heard turning into ice
Starlet breezing without a care
Re-ignited the flames of drama
Mtanga an African love story..
At the stadium of heroes Gee Tanga
Led you the way in a Month of love
Kaayan did I utter your name the 4thM
Kensoul you make trainers dreams of No
Of Mo love M1 when all are beautiful Wooo
Aromas of well cooked Warriors of colour

#aKFS peace day 
All K's Forces are Special
NGO Na Ngao ya kidavida

Volt and Coat of Arms..
Isn't a Verso genxermais pillar
Not to be found at Kemets Border..
Champe for a cause..
Cast aside were you
TanaTeru Glory of Sion..

#RiuKeyLifeBirthings
An eruption magmation
A living machine eyes all around
Who saw The Lord of Host
Twas You MyKinsman Isaiah son Of Amoz
Who will help us but US
Inspire with a punch held high
As them kids cover up in Bibs
Am a GJDeon Arma Water Bird..

#Staring at the scorching Sun
#UshakaBayete2022 codeZed 254

Doing Swimmingly

I a woman of sixty and seven have come to realize
There is more  here going on than is evident to the eyes

What is allowed by ego to filter through our defences
Is not the sum total registered by our senses

As we are able to carry the weight like a mother doting
Incrementally it sifts it through without sugar coating

We see what we are ready to see unedited without bias
No matter the seas that lay ahead we say in confidence Try Us

Last Friday week I learned to swim after being the banker for years
Finding I'm hyped to name and address all my other fears

I want to live  life conscientiously enslaved to nothing but God
The trainers are off on my way giving my governess a nod

A Talent In Rot

He is a talent in rot;
From what his assessors got:
A magic no more wrought
For weeks his trainers wrath …

Then, again came his slot
And he tried his hard lot
But ended it in Naught;
Reproaches for A-Who-Could-Not …

Only better than a plain dot,
No more able to hold his fort
And thus a stuff to cease adding in a pot
So that no chef screams A Dietician’s “What!”

Indeed, A Shaming Rot!

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