Haiku, a poem
five, seven then five morae
has only three lines.

from a wonderful night
she came alive
oh my country
obscured in her gloomy might
her love seemed so right

the feign of her tattered story
she bears the burden of Africa
the reign of her battered glory
her body abut and juxtaposed Madagascar

I wish that I fly away
from my path
I might not stray
from the start
I was taught to pray

my dreams to soar in beautiful array
as the nation saddles in its own barrage
lamentations of 56 years' blink
I see on eagle's wings what victory brings
the joy of 36 shining gold rings
too bright to look at
naming and counting one for each

and when twilight was reach
in plenteous joy and happiness
to the people my heart outreach
compensation for years lived
in wood and ash

This is my last ride
I pray thee,
If I go one more round
I could waste away with the tide

This is my last ride
I pray thee,
If I go one more round
My carpals would bruise from ice

This is my last ride
I pray thee.
My body craved...
Gone are the days of my pride
Now I'm saved

This is my last ride
I pray thee,
My muscle ache
This serves me no snort and pancake
All I have the devil has come to take

This is my last round
I will lavish no more Pound
My soul is saved, heaven bound
I hear heaven choir, glorious sound

OD

tapping
spanking and
smacking
god-like smite

this camera wouldn't roll load
memory full
now can't open
buy new memory card
don't you know?
wished were as easy as so

becoming shizoaffective with Alzheimer's and senile dementia
buy me the memory card
on a daily basis
getting worse
becoming uncontrollable silence will soon boomerang
dysfunction incorrigible

and when I begin to forget
promise to help me remember
don't let the world shove me aside

my love to the aged outside in the community...we lads and lasses love you all and your cosmic legacies, they will never be put aside

from the growing community

shoot me!

cupid shot of love
words are expression of
heart's detest and love
love me this day
hate me that day
this is your way

I require of
you true love
you want to...
see me in buff
you are love buff
seeming your stuff

use me
dump me
and get away uncaught
I know too well your thoughts
long in the game I taught
to my grown ups

what you are is
camouflaging chameleon ants
flaunting and frolicking
in cascade parade
beholding...
glassy sea mirage

better back off!
case closed on debate
wished he wasn't late
sealed is the gate
I bet you have...
never seen me in rage

sealed is the way
to my heart and this pathway

September

Hey!
Do you still remember?
Those struggles I had with Amber?
Those dreams I had to hamper?
And those scenes not proper?

Well I still can,
They're as fresh as sardines preserved in the can.
The mixture of ember and canker
From burnt Tanker to 2012's 12th of September.

Hey!
I'm talking to you dumb äss
About the ***** secrets in your ragged diary.
And the way you claim lives with your artillery.

Dear September!
What do you have for me this time around?
Surprises or pills from the old round?

***

success
isn't a days job
or something to wake up
in hurry to say it is done
patience

vegetarians rock

we don't derive satisfaction
in skewered meat, spit kebab, meat buffet or a banquet
we are told of how much we are lacking in nutrition and protein
we don't mind to eat tempeh,tofu,lentils,eggs,diary or skewered vegetables
we are vegetarians of family preference, religious reasons, animal rights or health issues

researches found that your love takes twice more
requires so much energy to digest
more energy less fatigue and stress
to live long without stroke, heart attack, high blood pressure or diseases of kind
well I'm not cynical, eat small pieces

just because we don't hear
just because we don't see
doesn't mean it's not there
the pain these creatures we domain over feel
heartless humans without hearts to feel
maybe we open blind eyes
maybe we turn deaf ears
to them
but I tell you it's there

we hear and
we see
we are different from you
we are different from the ways of the world
we love it
we are vegetarians and
we rock!