Hello! Help…help…hello!
‘Sorry, my phone leapt off.’
‘Ok, I am back in my seat.’
‘It is raining; my stomach is wailing.’
Steering to the left and collapsing on the door,
Right-about turn to dodge a hole.
There are ‘cats-and-rats’ on the shield:
Many cataracts my people bear.
A million droplets are knocking heads,
And we dare not seal or be blinder still,
Not to hit a concrete post
That is standing on its own.
Hello! Are you there? Hello!
The rain has slashed the network here,
And the engines dream they never were
Vomiters are screaming everywhere.
Children are howling, ‘contractor’s sins’.
What the media has championed since.
‘Hit the pad! Don’t go too near!’
An unwalled ditch is lurking there,
Fully drenched in an unlit chair.
Thereupon a pitchy street,
Waving heads from here to there
That prayers may go to the Padre’s ear.
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 3:27 PM UTC
Won: ‘The Lord is your strength.’
Lust: ‘Let me think at the hour-twelfth.’
Won: ‘The *** is now your penth.’
Lust: ‘Bring it all at uniform length.’
Judases for one million kobo.
Won: ‘Guard your fancy gate and rest.’
Lust: ‘Is it a day of moral test?’
Won: ‘Many snakes may pass the yett.’
Lust: ‘Why pick on lovers but only one?’
Judases for one million kobo
Won: ‘We seek a head for the chieftain cap.’
Lust: ‘Only my uncle’s head will fit.’
Won: ‘Does he have a chest that big?’
Lust: ‘I have the ballots within my grip.’
Judases for one million kobo.
Won: ‘He failed the test into the school.’
Lust: ‘I must have a seat for him here too.’
Won: ‘Ma, the credentials do not match.’
Lust: ‘But my printer is still at work.’
Judases for one million kobo.
Won: ‘Sir, the secretary is so cooked.’
Lust: ‘Then edit the script for her.’
Won: ‘Madam will rain the blues on me.’
Lust: ‘Tell her not the damsel’s treat.’
Judases for one million kobo.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 5:39 AM UTC
Captain Cat, Smoky Smart, and Dogo Doug
The triune of fear and a run-for-a-hide:
The rise of the wolves in sheep’s skin.
Captain Cat, who trades in ‘quirks.’
Made a pack with Smoky Smart
Chameleon’s coats, he fleetingly floats.
Smoky Smart in proxy-jobs for Dogo Doug
“Wait on me at Juicy Rock.”
‘Like the North wind I’ll knock.’
Dogo Doug, at Tree-der-ness’ peace,
Thought it nice to steal a bliss.
At least a trend in wilderness’ steez.
So Captain Cat conspired from the rear,
While Smoky Smart in-earths the seed
As Dogo Doug hoodwinks the king.
The gated ones are the Belted North.
Enslaved, though strong, in the heightened bills
From wheedled gifts of seedless fruits.
So Dogo is tasked with trashing the best,
Buckling the Food Caldera Fest
For the starvation of the rest
Oh! Let them eat to their gainly fill
And spare the greeny grainy field;
Allow the mowers to pasture feel.
Leave the regions to fast-organics.
For the people know not mechanics.
Shun the Grim and sickle your weapons.
See the bastion post; the fender's seat.
The watchful claw: the vengeful hawk.
Wave the white and do not be slugged.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 4:54 AM UTC
The first look:
Smiles in a stretched-out loop
Pretentiously masked among the glorious fold
Dark at heart but moony to behold
Sinister looks in powdery faces
And beaming above a black façade
Extending the fellowship we crave to see
To make an *** of any who falls.
The second look:
Project is snatched, hallowed-hand a-twist,
Big Rogue speaks, all takes a nod,
And pay is squashed for truth in a pod
As topman cons with honey speech,
Lily-hood, they are, alone appraised
Brotherhood, at night, a-tipped for fakes:
Rewarding the lies behind the stakes
The third look:
Cheat-man’s pay: a pain-in-a-roll
Filthy wages to snatchy hands
Gullible mates are left snail-tracked.
Contractor’s vaults are now for the wolves
So rotten fund will find its base
Taking up wings, and it’s a ‘bye’.
The bitter end of the greeny eye.
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 9:44 AM UTC
Thought of the fairest hooyo
Is a hue to dab on you.
‘Red’ would tinge a thing or two:
Oily drips on the apple skin.
Cubic glass that sprinkles rays
Mixed with brilliant sparkling smiles.
That you are in white as the sun
Only sieved of scourging warmth.
Afro-brown has joined the queue;
The melon bulb that’s packaged soft.
Mummy’s nurse that props my head:
Food and rest in dermal bronze.
In the night, your colour glows;
Leave me not in colour blind.
Pledging scent that cuddles me,
Shadow not your penal self.
As you peck my lips to sleep
Halfway through some lullaby,
Eyes and cheeks in Snitcher’s love
Just so real in whitish-blue.
May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 5:26 AM UTC
The land of plenty and more,
Due north of the latitude big.
So brackish by the beach,
Where rivers refresh my core.
The land of teethful laughters,
Curing smiles, and tickling fingers;
moulded calves that help the gray,
Wherein salute points on to age.
The land of the rich black mud;
Liquid rock, the milk of nations.
Many natives, one in love.
Land of songs and peaceful sleeps.
Now plundered by many looters,
Dented pride and cutting greed.
Left by muted-titled brothers
Carousing off in Dubai’s inn.
"Uniformed" cries of innocent girls,
Forest-snatched by prickly hands.
Fainted mothers at husbands’ feet:
Warriors-in-wait for boiling stones.
Tearful moans in hinterland;
Weeping mums for wasted land.
On still act the raging wolves;
Their endless zeal, “the feast of death”.
‘Taking lead by dibia’s beads’,
Shameless “bold” is proud to say.
Loot in hand, the cameras flicked:
‘Faith is now a fateful day’.
Arise, oh brothers, up and sit!
Come in circle and seek the ‘settle’
Posterity cries that she’s bothered;
memories too have been murdered.
Act right now for justice’s sake.
Do not lie at judgement’s gaze.
Be humane for the nation’s peace
And toe the path of heroes past.
Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 4:25 AM UTC
His worth endured a date.
At the corner of the wooden low
Sat He, the decider of the day.
Himself, the Life and the Sacrament
At a wedding, an honour to give.
Adjudged a woodman’s breed
Came down to the celebrant’s call.
Acts unknown in tunics white,
He was amidst the local stones;
Health and wealth within His bones.
“O dear! The wine is finished
And the convener mustn’t hear.
His heart would lose the merry,
And the bride may bridge a breath”,
…So said His mum divine.
“My time above is kept,
Why pull a string so tight?
That angels are now on heels
To do my bidding so.
…O woman! Though my mum”.
“Tip the pots to the top,
Dip from the stream at the spot.
Taste the cup from some
And send to the chief at the top
To taste the drip from the crock”.
“Aha! The cheat is caught
That kept the best till late.
For we now drunk with waste
Have laced our thirst with liqs.
So sad our craves in kicks”.
Now, chief, with all the guests
Hails the bride in love with the groom:
Tell them dance for all is good!
But they knew not how it worked,
Save the Mum and Son divine.
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 8:40 AM UTC
He promised to help and loved us so.
Therefore, in Eden, the Son was dropped.
Twice a brief….the return of hope,
A shine once lost in the garden fine.
That we ease Him in anew;
Erase the spell and make a sphere
Here's the hope that cannot be smashed.
Now, the ‘Life’ is Eden’s plus.
For the humble folks who know
And repentant folds that knock,
Golden is the brazen gate
That awaits their honoured gaze.
For twice the gain of life
When He rises yet at dawn.
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 10:38 AM UTC
Good men keep the light:
Stars in the darkened world,
Seen below the clouds
As the mighty shepherd peeps.
How ripe a time is it
for the trumpet’s rippling hit?
When the last is gone,
Then, surely it would be.
Good men keep the light
And doom's day is pushed afar.
In presence and in speech,
Peaceful men can have their seats
And war is stopped at words.
Let then the leaves be green
While their stay may ever last
For ‘thy holy kingdom come’.
Good men keep the light.
Let the earth enjoy their taste
While the salty mix endures.
Candle-stand upon the top,
Bringing hope upon the lost.
Dearest beings of the Master Up,
But when their souls are gone
Then, surely it would be.
Good men keep the light.
Let’s churn out more of them
That grace may linger still
Against the angel’s horn.
That day of doom and gloom
That siesmizes the heart,
May be bidden far today,
Till very far away.
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 6:40 AM UTC
I see people and then… ‘revelations!’
Things of them ‘out’ standing.
So also I have understood,
I am being understudied.
My life is now a thesis,
But I leave proofs of unspoken deeds
In secret places.
That the seekers of truth
And the trailers of lies
May search out for themselves
And be proven worthy.
While the game is sweated out,
Volumes are being written.
Life is but a game
Where true friends are revealed.
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 7:34 AM UTC