Peculiar things
It has been raining so much that the lemon tree
is taller than a building of flats where we live.
A neighbour who was hit by one of its fruits
is still uncommunicative.
A flat battery in a jaguar is a sight to behold
when sitting in a bough of a tree.
The aroma of lemon juice wafts through the building
the restaurant in the basement sells fried fish
Quite fitting since it is Friday,
I like eating pork chops while driving a porch.
Categories:
uncommunicative, blue, business, fashion,
Form: Free verse
Banana trees
Most of the jungles of Sumatra are uprooted
to plant banana trees the orangutans have been made homeless.
They try to sit in the banana trees, but it is too brittle for the animals
besides, they don´t care for this type of fruit, which gives them the runs.
It reminds me of Lisbon the Portuguese are proud of.
Moneyed people are coming from abroad to settle in the city,
a wonderful place to live.
The poor cannot afford the high rent when flats are modernized
to suit newcomers.
The unfortunates are pushed out to find a shack, if they are lucky
or failing that, live in tents;
many tents, in parks and sideroads while waiting to be housed.
There are many pretty banana trees in Lisbon, but they are expensive.
It has always been like this, the poor and the uncommunicative
must take the brunt when a town goes upmarket.
Categories:
uncommunicative, anger, business, night,
Form: Blank verse
When I mention my morning meditation practice,
many respond with wishes and hopes
they could
would
should discipline themselves
to also join in to this practice
practice
praxis
until fragmented uncommunicative ego/ecosystems
finally get life resiliently realistically right
more than ego-narcissistically wrong.
But this,
I ego-think and eco-feel,
reverses what is a more centrally profound point
of ZeroZone cosmic-organic view.
Everyday life is already our active meditation
which we Win/Lose unpractice,
Business As Usual LoseLose dis-practice
praxis
until we hope to get us egoWin-ecoWin
interdependently healthy right
more than pathologically diseased wrong.
Categories:
uncommunicative, appreciation, caregiving, conflict, health,
Form: Political Verse
I'm going to tell you about, the most lethal drug in the world, or so I think
It's one I swear, though it may seem contraire, maybe makes your brain shrink
First let's decide what a drug does, a quick debate?
Can leave you immobile, uncommunicative, kinda catatonic state
Might not even notice your dinner gone cold upon the plate
The chills of panic, if you don't fix your crave
To this thing, so many, become it's slave
Hiding away in a lost world of retreat
Sat on ****'s all day, barely upon the feet
This violent crazy world, riddled with crime
There's people being shot all of the time
The government though, is in on it too
Much bigger crooks than me or you
A fine is one 'punishment' they do
They charge us tax to control our brain
and manipulate the information we gain
Another threat they use, now listen
If you don't pay the man, you go to prison
So many potential uses, such an educational prism,
But, I believe the most dangerous drug is television!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
uncommunicative, adventure, angst, fantasy, drug,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
God has created me,
To be a mate to my counterpart,
To be a helping hand in this uncommunicative world,
To be a soothing relief to him after exhaustion,
To be a part of distress and sorrow,
To tame him of his vindictive furrow,
To keep him cheerful forever.
But the world is so bizarre that,
No one sees the plight of hers,
The one who makes the life of
Her counterpart so smooth
So calm & so vivacious,
That every bit becomes precious,
But she is always in curses,
Sometimes cursed as daughter,
Sometimes beaten as wife,
Sometimes traded as prostitute,
Sometimes tortured as sister,
Or sometimes raped in a brutal way.
Torture is the truth of my life,
Atrocities are my fate,
But see my devotion and faith,
That I still remain a mate
After such savagely stage.
Off late I will try not to be at this state,
I am a source of new life to this earth,
I will regain all my energy
To wipe out these heinous crime,
Convalesce the torture,
Revenge these contumely,
Erase this conundrum forever.
Categories:
uncommunicative, caregiving, daughter, family, hope,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme