"hunchbacks" poems
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
I love life, because in living you get all problems
I love eating because you can constipate if you eat a lot,
I love women because they reduce pocket giants to beggars,
I love children because they instill economic tension to parents,
I love trees because green snakes derive poison from them,
I love poor people because their life is pure experiment,
I love rich people because they snobbishly love themselves
I love motor vehicles because they depreciate in a decade,
I love Americans because they have drones for Gaddafi,
I love Americans because they know nothing beyond their borders,
I love the British because they have a monarch in their democracy,
I love Europeans because they were perfect in colonialism,
I love Africans because they are natural stooges, but very showy
I love the Chinese because they are all short, young and commutalists,
I love the Catholic Church because it has liberal piety,
I love Muslims because they are not intellectually tolerant to Rushdie,
I love young girls because they rarely sense danger,
I love Germans because they made a beetle car; Volkswagen,
I love the Japanese for honesty; they declared me Shinto of poetry,
I love my wife for her spendthrift culture
I love my son for his disgust of school and books,
I love myself for being a poetic rapscallion,
I love everything for in love you display your folly,
I love music, wine and money; they expose you to the robbers
I love short people for their mediocrous thought pattern
I love tall women; they are dull, honesty and rarely divorce,
I love English hunchbacks for they are famed for being erotically strong.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 6:50 AM UTC
It's a dark shadow, not knowing how to tug your path through the oceans waves,
It's a blinding sunrise, understanding what you hold internally for all those whom seek the bluest river,
It's a rubix cube of thought, feeling unaware of set solutions like the procrastination of a premeditated checkmate,
Why do these toes enjoy hanging over the cliff?
Why do I taste bitter aspects of living and then bark at them with the snarling grin of of a man less fortunate?
I am who I am supposed to reflect,
The water invites me to wade but I would rather think about the clouds and drift,
Far far away, I dream of white puff with many hunchbacks and a baby's grasp of the finger, warm like a winter's hug,
I am now and forever, yet those are impossible actions to reach out for,
I am faded in my cage and forgotten in my youth, yet she provides me with balance and clarity,
We will die and from death we will count numbers in our slumber, until the curtain bleeds through the white dress, a stain that will linger no more,
We will become our dreams and live on for a soul purpose,
Just Imagine.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 11:51 AM UTC
The summer had passed without consequence.
Through blissful parks and cemetery walks,
I measured time by the slits in the fence
and hunchbacks forming on sunflower stalks.
I found a thought of you amongst the pills,
in the pelvic bone of a wishing well,
I searched through the postcards, the old film-stills,
the notes for a story I could not tell.
I know that autumn will be my demise.
Dry toast and jet-lag upon each morning,
painting anecdotes into my disguise,
and act as if a new day is dawning.
Whilst all of the time I shall think of you
in Saturn's arms, or held in Neptune's blue.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
The villages are coming
see them with pitchforks and fire
quick charge up the monster
unleash the beast
get that oil a cooking
for we are frying peasants tonight
Get the lightning rods in place
change the hunchbacks face
here comes the storm just in time
charge up the monster
come to my dark castle will they
we so will give them merry hell
To arms my lizard army
for human is on the menu
spear to shields **** heads
for this is all out war
charge up the monster
for this battle royal, we will give them what for
BY Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC