#shortage - Hello Poetry

there is a shortage of fuel is all they heard as they ran to the door car keys in hand we are all doomed "how will I get to the shops go and see auntie Doris drive to the gym get to my golf tournament" so they ****** the pumps dry despite advice not to panic they panicked we are just short of drivers there is enough petrol to power you through the week worrying about pollution and going green and how will it affect me me me so tonight when you wait for the takeaway your taxi the police an ambulance or fire engine just remember that trip is waiting to be made in your selfish fuel tank

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Sep 26, 2021

Sep 26, 2021 at 6:57 AM UTC

nigdaw

fuel panic 25th September 2021

there is a shortage of fuel is all they heard as they ran to the door car keys in hand we are all doomed "how will I get to the shops go and see auntie Doris drive to the gym get to my golf tournament" so they ****** the pumps dry despite advice not to panic they panicked we are just short of drivers there is enough petrol to power you through the week worrying about pollution and going green and how will it affect me me me so tonight when you wait for the takeaway your taxi the police an ambulance or fire engine just remember that trip is waiting to be made in your selfish fuel tank

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Freezing causes wheezing, Leaving leaf spores breeding down my trachea, Allergens spin n turn sharply attacking the tools that physicalise my life with its ins and outs Oh 2 see oh 2 breathe oh 2 feel free from the obstructions that structure my schedule to be dormant Walk up the stairs hold on to the side "are you ok?" No Annie in sight, Just I, end is nigh I roll my knuckles and pinch my palms Shouldve cut my nails, shot shoots up my arms. I knock 3 times on the bannister, I Commit to it being my balancer Eyes leaking, chest croaking tight feeling like I'm choking Gasping hurts but needed to soothe the need of a response "I'm fine, just a bit chesty" Don't ask any more or i can get tetchy Lecture me on meds im taking if my rooms tidy or am i forsaking, still smoking? buffing and ******* that sweet foam **** till it turns hard and golden tarred like caramel muck. Just my luck that the something that makes me feel at ease can send me bending to my knees not for pleas But to construct a wheeze Leaving me Starting every sentence with please, help me. Don't even know what im pleading to Or Who is listening to the self harmer With a clear thought that I deserve to be preserved and cured of this karma Inherited from my grandfather which I didn't know until I was told to ask my mother. Ask ma She knows about your Asthma. She's a self destructor well known for being a self wrecker A self pecker leaving holes to be filled by watless ***** carriers Frieghts of frightening memories Sure one day shed love to tell me. But she destructured herself And left me for others to construct by themselves. Destructing the self: is the art of not giving a **** but really not giving a **** to the point that there's no fcuks to give and giving a **** means you're affected by fcuks who dont give a **** or willing to give you an iota of optimism A helping hand A hope full of hopeful hopes Hopping fluently between the structure of the destructed self Which makes me feel woozy As i struggle hard to say no to this tobacco especially when it's been weeks And the feeling of ease is punishing me for a past ive not seen but i realise in that moment we have much in common Self destruction is our common denominator Our choice is the same and is made the same over and over again Its still the same results never change And still leave us with this taint That we are responsible for cleansing So what more do i need to ask ma for? She's giving me answers by her flaws. That's her gift to me, her way of setting me free well here's hoping she breathes easy.

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Mar 19, 2018

Mar 19, 2018 at 10:31 PM UTC

justin-chinyere

Ask ma

Freezing causes wheezing, Leaving leaf spores breeding down my trachea, Allergens spin n turn sharply attacking the tools that physicalise my life with its ins and outs Oh 2 see oh 2 breathe oh 2 feel free from the obstructions that structure my schedule to be dormant Walk up the stairs hold on to the side "are you ok?" No Annie in sight, Just I, end is nigh I roll my knuckles and pinch my palms Shouldve cut my nails, shot shoots up my arms. I knock 3 times on the bannister, I Commit to it being my balancer Eyes leaking, chest croaking tight feeling like I'm choking Gasping hurts but needed to soothe the need of a response "I'm fine, just a bit chesty" Don't ask any more or i can get tetchy Lecture me on meds im taking if my rooms tidy or am i forsaking, still smoking? buffing and ******* that sweet foam **** till it turns hard and golden tarred like caramel muck. Just my luck that the something that makes me feel at ease can send me bending to my knees not for pleas But to construct a wheeze Leaving me Starting every sentence with please, help me. Don't even know what im pleading to Or Who is listening to the self harmer With a clear thought that I deserve to be preserved and cured of this karma Inherited from my grandfather which I didn't know until I was told to ask my mother. Ask ma She knows about your Asthma. She's a self destructor well known for being a self wrecker A self pecker leaving holes to be filled by watless ***** carriers Frieghts of frightening memories Sure one day shed love to tell me. But she destructured herself And left me for others to construct by themselves. Destructing the self: is the art of not giving a **** but really not giving a **** to the point that there's no fcuks to give and giving a **** means you're affected by fcuks who dont give a **** or willing to give you an iota of optimism A helping hand A hope full of hopeful hopes Hopping fluently between the structure of the destructed self Which makes me feel woozy As i struggle hard to say no to this tobacco especially when it's been weeks And the feeling of ease is punishing me for a past ive not seen but i realise in that moment we have much in common Self destruction is our common denominator Our choice is the same and is made the same over and over again Its still the same results never change And still leave us with this taint That we are responsible for cleansing So what more do i need to ask ma for? She's giving me answers by her flaws. That's her gift to me, her way of setting me free well here's hoping she breathes easy.

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*The unpredictable hour of ebony arrives. No choice have I but to sustain my absence from my affairs Till the vastly capricious moment of inconvenience fades.*

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May 11, 2014

May 11, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC

mysteryezekude

Hour of Ebony

*The unpredictable hour of ebony arrives. No choice have I but to sustain my absence from my affairs Till the vastly capricious moment of inconvenience fades.*

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म युद्ध लड्न चहान्छु संसार एकातिर राखेर म सारा जगत थर्काउन चहान्छु राम्राको अनुहार कोपरेर बोल्नेको मुख च्यातेर चल्नेको हात खुट्टा भाचेर सारा जगत मास्न चहान्छु आइज सिङ्गल सिंगल॥ कुकुर होस् कि होस् बिरालो सागरको मुनि होस् कि सगरको उकालो मोटो, पातलो, होचो होस् कि अग्लो चट्टान जस्तो साह्रो होस् या फुल जस्तो कमलो केही, कसैलाई राख्दिन म बाकी ं अाज, अहिले नै म युद्धको शंकघोष गर्न चहान्छु चहान्छु हैन गर्छु। आइज सिंगल सिंगल।। काचै खाइदिन्छु सबलाई मलाई अघाए बाग्मतिमा ढलसँगै बगाईदिन्छु तर कसैलाई आज बाकीँ राख्ने छैन आज दया नि छैन माया नि छैन कि म छैन कि तँ छैन लाटो रिस उठेको छ यो रिस खेर जाने छैन। आइज सिंगल सिंगल॥ को हो अगाडी आइज!!! मेरो पेट्रोल चोर्ने को हो?

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Apr 23, 2014

Apr 23, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC

sum-it

महा आक्रोस

म युद्ध लड्न चहान्छु संसार एकातिर राखेर म सारा जगत थर्काउन चहान्छु राम्राको अनुहार कोपरेर बोल्नेको मुख च्यातेर चल्नेको हात खुट्टा भाचेर सारा जगत मास्न चहान्छु आइज सिङ्गल सिंगल॥ कुकुर होस् कि होस् बिरालो सागरको मुनि होस् कि सगरको उकालो मोटो, पातलो, होचो होस् कि अग्लो चट्टान जस्तो साह्रो होस् या फुल जस्तो कमलो केही, कसैलाई राख्दिन म बाकी ं अाज, अहिले नै म युद्धको शंकघोष गर्न चहान्छु चहान्छु हैन गर्छु। आइज सिंगल सिंगल।। काचै खाइदिन्छु सबलाई मलाई अघाए बाग्मतिमा ढलसँगै बगाईदिन्छु तर कसैलाई आज बाकीँ राख्ने छैन आज दया नि छैन माया नि छैन कि म छैन कि तँ छैन लाटो रिस उठेको छ यो रिस खेर जाने छैन। आइज सिंगल सिंगल॥ को हो अगाडी आइज!!! मेरो पेट्रोल चोर्ने को हो?

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