Waster Poems

Ingrate

Ingrate by Adejola Joseph
Ingratitude of an ignorant
A daylight robber and abuser of opportunities
An ingrate is a time waster
A simple murderer
He doesn't appreciate
And when he does it is flattery
Helping an ingrate is like pouring water in the basket.
Ingrate.

My Nature

Poem writing paper waster. That's my nature.
For some, there is more inside life's closed doors, 
but I'll stay a bore in my habitat of poetry.

The Ultimate Time Waster

If you are into time wasting,
Sooner or later you will find yourself flicking,
Although in the in the early days of TV there were reasons for stopping,
As there were programs that were quite exciting,
Enough, to quell the urge to take up flicking,
As a means of time wasting,

Then the number of channels started increasing,
With their content becoming more and more boring,
And flicking carrying on into the morning.

Then we got to learn computing,
Which meant more time wasting,
And more choices and places to enjoy flicking.

But it was not until someone started blogging,
And people could make a living,
Out of bragging about their following,
That flicking,
Won the the ultimate prize for time wasting,
And our intelligence really started deteriorating,
As we are now texting,
Messages about TV Programs, on computers, we have been watching,
And blogs we have been streaming,
All without an ending,
Because we have resorted to flicking,
The ultimate form of time wasting,
That I only see increasing.

Oh, Mothballs

Oh, meaty mothballs!
    as opposed to mothy meatballs
  Alternatively - slobbering sloth-balls!
    instead of sloppy moth-calls

  Stupid refrigerator!
    as opposed to dumb incinerator
  Alternatively - dirty toenail taster!
    instead of wanton whiskey-waster

  It's the start of a brand-new year
    Let's raise glasses and expectations
  And while we're at it
    ~ improve imprecations!

Love

You can't be seen yet some have seen you, 
You are an enormous, influential feeling.
You fear nothing yet you fear hurt. it is said with you world can be conquered, you are a precious gift
You are patient and pure,
You bring butterflies yet you're inspiration. 
Yet you are what you are.

Love you've been kind and positively influential,
Oh no you haven't you've took lives,
You've brought hurt, you've made us mentally disabled yet it is said you bring butterflies.
You are a time waster, you are nothing but a disease
Even so, you are red; a symbol of danger,
You've done the worse than death.

Love you are joy of sadness, infinite pain trauma,
Love you are nociceptive, inflammatory, a neuropathic and allopathic pain.
They say you beautiful, amazing,
You're praised yet some are lifeless because of you.
Love you are nothing but a disease that brings pain.

Big Issue

Here once again he pesters me, steps into my world where I’m set
fair, imposed upon  by his misfortune, extravagance forced to regret.

He always seems to be around, whichever street or square I walk
 jabbering loudly in my ear, though I make clear don’t wish to talk.

Is his the filthy blanket hid amongst the bushes in the park ?,
those kids have used it for a toilet, soaked it in their nasty lark.

The little money that he gets who knows if it is wisely spent,
he may well blow it all on drugs, he’s on the streets for owing rent.

Most likely he's a total waster  blaming some infirmity, 
claimes his autism confuses, has since over fosterer's  knee.

His bedding's now so badly soiled I wonder where he will sleep tonight, 
not of course that it's my problem, sure someone else will see him right,

Much better purchase his “Big Issue”,then go home with conscience clean,
as statistics clearly show we’re wealthier than we’ve ever been !

Oga At the Top

Oga at the top
Then you open your mouth
Like bullfrog in the muddy pool of your career
In the myopia of your great vision
You vomited manifesto which we in turn swallow
To provide jobs for those with suffocating degrees
Begging to clean, wash, mop, to pack your ****
Or even dig graves for themselves, to keep alive.

You were the one who use to sit 
At the cross-road joint where you drown yourself
In country palaver with dregs of palm wine.
Or have you forgotten in God’s house
You often lead the prayers against unemployment,
Corruption, insecurity and government indifference.

Now you sit at the top
Nurtured by wayward currencies
That bastardized the poor country people.
And all you care and attend to is to build
Castles of straw in the blazing heat of starvation
And pile wealth for your waster, imbecile generation.

Going To Sea

So ya want ta sail, me hearty,
and ya set ta see the world.
Just sign away ya life, Jack,
and stow ya gear forward.
There's room enough in foksel
for the bloomin' likes of you,
we'll put ya right ta work, Jack ,
just as soon as ya met the crew.
Ya take ya orders from the Mate
and give him none ya jaw, Jack.
For if ya do, me bucko, ya'll
feel cat's claws upon ya back!
Ya'll climb the ratlines when he tells ya,
ya'll splice a piece of line,
ya'll swab the decks with effort
and tar the seams in time.
When ya trick is o'er and ya tired some,
we'll give ya grog and hardtack.
Take yaur lime but remember, Jack,
don't be waster in ya sack!





Copyright © Ramfire .

Tv Rambles

The couch potato sits as he did long ago
Since video killed the radio star and
Hands that do dishes
The box in the corner
An ever morphing capitalists dream
Long since and now
It peers at us with sights and sounds
The young queen, the old queen
We can relate
Now colored on flat screen
Then the grainy image of black and white
Omo, the flowerpot men and the like
In hefty style now memorialised
In places to reminisce
Baird's time waster
An invention of all time
The couch potato sits on
He has learned much
But not much else

The Abstract Coin

Gone forever, the used ones
Never can it be set aside for future use
As food, fuel or money can be
Can it be stored like a pea?

Like a large swift river 
Ever flowing forward
Neither can be stopped nor delayed
Nor can thou use every drop flowing over

Moving in its downward flight
Dying in a sleepless night
Time and tide waits for no man
So goes a well worn slogan

A representation of action succession
Kill it with procrastination
Has it any resurrection?

Fatigue, a coin robber
Much emphasis on pleasure,
Grand coin robber
Coin robbers cause extreme pressure

This ticking-tacking coin in life
Can it be spent on behalf?
I'd rather be a time keeper
Than be a time waster

A Thin Line Between Love and Madness

Wake not the passions you cannot tame:
A thin line there is between love and madness;
Lest you soon have yourself to blame,
Dear beautiful but an impatient mistress.
Even when in his fine eyes appear the sparks
Which at your sight seem like some magic,
Fall not too flatly for such trademarks
'Cause they could be far more than tragic!
That which often times disguises as passion,
Is nothing but a devastating monster
Which opens the door to vain obsession
—Oh, a feeling but a heartless life waster!
In between love and madness lies a thin line
Bordering every fragile mind by design.

Working In Benefits Street

The pen hits the paper
Like the needle hitting that groove
It just makes you, wanna move...
Get up, go, no one likes a waster

The pitch, how oh so sweet
I'm sold, let me dream 
I'll rise to the top, be richer than cream 
Lets hope this life won't be so fleet 

That drive, how it runs so deep
Deep, deeper than skin, down to the soul 
A fearless refusal to break or fall
Drive so deep its scared to sleep

Climbing, soaring, constant battling 
Incessant persual of the finer things 
Overcoming the hurtful stings 
Barbed comments but never yelling 

This is battle ground of the worker in a benfits class shroud.

The Waster

My tongue is loosened by champagne
but I speak as I do everything 
for all the world to know

and I admit to all your accusations 

I do things in the open
while you do them secretly
do you deny that

and I admit to all your accusations 

Take a drink my friend
say what you have in your heart - but you never drink
you never say - because you are afraid of what you have in your heart

and I admit to all your accusations 

You call me a fool and a sinner - granted 
but so are you - you are everything that I am 
plus one more sin - hypocrisy my friend

and I admit to all your accusations

The Show It Is Over

The show it is over another one gone
Never ever again I decry and bemoan
 Five days of eating the turkey and ham
Curries for me and the bones for dog Sam
The tree in the corner all naked and bare
Pine needles cover the carpet and chair
The presents patiently wait to be cleared
Aftershave and face balm; I have a beard

 My head in bits from abundance of drink
Can hardly talk never mind clearly think
Pants must have shrunk they are too tight
My wife has left after a big row last night
I may have said that her bum was quiet big
Her father a waster and her mother a pig
Of joy, carols and merry I’ve had my fill
I tell you now  you can stick your goodwill 

Sink stacked high with dishes and plates
The tables a mess and the floor in a state
Sports been cancelled because of snow
The car’s frozen in so I’ve nowhere to go
T.V. is repeating twenty year old shows
 I think I’ll just settle   to rest and repose
Even if Christmas I sometimes besmear
Peace to you all and I’ll see you next year

Completely Useless

Leashes without dogs to lead around the corner
Fires without logs igniting dancing flames
Broiling days less sandcastles at the beach
Rainy days without umbrellas tucked under our arm
All completely useless
The front porch rocking chairs waiting
as undone work overwhelms our half open eyes
We can't watch the kids play today
It seems so completely useless
The vacuum cleans the floor,
two days from now,
Dust will invade,
we do it again
The ultimate in completely useless
Needing the enemy disguising itself as sleep,
our confusion names it the magnificent time waster,
Stop hogging the covers!
It is completely useless
Day to day struggles infecting our minds
Hiding in stolen moments of glory
Our intelligence screaming
Dwelling on our pain achieving self-destruction,
we stop...
Committing to faith
our chin to chest in heaving sobs
We give ourselves to God's mercy
Knowing anything else to be completely useless

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