Soup for My Soul

[Govinda]

Hi. Here's some poems. Say things about them if you like, say nothing about them if you like. They have no rhyme, vague pattern, and are just spouts. If it's your thing, please enjoy.



this is my chicken soup, it's for my soul
i'm writing it in notepad
and without capitals
take my metaphor and swallow it whole

this is my little requiem, it's for my audience
who never really listen
but they'll pretend to
take my words and spit them back

this is my life, it's for my mother
one day she'll die
and i will too
take my life and just keep going

this is my breath, it's for the air
returned to where
it should be
take my words, grab my see oh too

this is my heart, it's for the world
to grab at
to look at
take my blood, and drink your wine

this is my cigarette, and it's for my soul
one day it'll kill me
with my mother i'll die
take my lungs and watch me sink
without breath
i'll fall deeper
alone as we are
but then again that could
just be
the point of this whole thing.




South House


yes, well, it's tuesday
what was it cat stevens said?
'tuesdays are dead'

yes, mother****ers, we know you've got no classes tomorrow
STOP SCREAMING
IT IS THREE IN THE MORNING
bunch of wankers

and so the english descend
into the house across my car park
just beyond my window

they steal Lidl trollies like it's going out of fashion
'DRINK MORE CIDER!'
then do their degrees on laurie lee
(they'd miss that joke)

i know this isn't a poem
but i give not a shit
these drunken children
are keeping me awake

DOING A DEGREE IN HUMAN RESOURCES
QUALIFIES YOU FOR NOTHING
LEAST OF ALL INHIBITING MY SLEEP

it's alright though
know why, south housers?
it's because I win

that you lose
most of life

because you're a bunch of ****ing twats
Marta's bringing her airgun back from Poland
oh, children, then you will know...

annoy myself, the seagulls, and a dark Pole
all that will be left of you will be the rest of your soul
and mine'll get rest too
neat, huh?

[Dimi]

Your poems may not rhyme Govinda but they're fascinating to read. Its really intriguing but its like writing a journal in a way but with more flow. The one with the wankers cracked me up and I like how you switch from French to English. C'est genial!!!! (I'm not taking French this year, hopefully I said this right. )

[Govinda]

The ****ing

the ****ing printer
broke
it's 6 days old

the ****ing west coaster
drank
all my peach juice

the ****ing Poles
stole
half my schnapps

the ****ing night
wears
on and on

and i'm in notepad again
this isn't good
the ****ing font
looks stupid

there's absolutely no point
that i can see
in any of
these
things

which break
drink
steal
and wear on

human flaws
in our machines

flawed words
in my machine

my brain, my machine
my processor, my memory

is flawed like everything else
to do with us

flawless cats
flawless tea
flawless cigarettes
flawless me

flawless flowers
flawless sea
flawless sky
flawless me

flawless animals
flawless tree
flawless nature
flawless me

i swear like a docker
drink like a Pole
i'm an angry person
with a gentle soul

none of this makes any sense
(i hope you got my metaphor)
precisely because
that's what it's there for

think
my pretty
please.

[Govinda]

Sin

my mind's awake
my body's asleep
here's my notebook
my thoughts for to keep

check my sentence structure
high five
Shakespeare!

i've got a scary face
i've got a scary mind
i've got a scary life
i've made a scary find

we live life for happiness
memories
days in
summer, sepia, orange and red
days spent with loved ones
lounging in bed
but guess what
it doesn't really matter
because they'll die
as all things do
one day
one moment left for you
to rue
and fight
and hope
and cry
but they'll be gone
and you're alone
in your own home
with the dead white phone

they say
someone dies, cherish their memory
they don't think
that maybe that death just defeats
the whole purpose

here's the news kids
YOU ARE GOING TO DIE
(don't worry, i am too)
but i really do not want to

scratch that
i give not a shit about me
the only reason
i like the world
is some of the people in it

and the trees
and the tea
and the cats
and the sea

all in all
everything we
as a species
shit on daily

what a bunch of idiots we are
'c'mon guys, we'll head to the beach in the car!
and drink
and smoke
and forget for a while...'
"that this is all pointless,"
they'll omit with a smile.

[Govinda]

Dear America


another kid shot up another mall
FOR ****S SAKE
DO SOMETHING OR YOU'LL ALL BE DEAD SOON
(and I quite like a lot of you)

welcome to my prayer
for america.

it will probably piss you off
but i don't care
i'm very angry
and moreover very, very sad
at the news of
death without real reason.

i would like to tell you
of my home
a land of hill and sea
and crack and booze and aids and
knives.

but not guns
i have only seen a gun once;
my uncle Rab's a gamekeeper
and he let me shoot at a tree
(i missed).

he keeps his guns
in a cupboard with a passcode
it also serves neatly
as a nuclear bunker.

but you, yes you, you
you give these weapons to
your children!
your ****ing children!

what need have they? hmm?
you're not a hunting country
Finland is, what a trajedy
but that kid was sick anomaly
you know the statistics.

i like humans, for the most part
some are wankers
some are angels
and that's just the way
life
is.

but life is life is life
you go when you go
not murder without directed anger!
not mindless ****ing bloodshed
on behalf of a teenage boy or 5
who only wanted to talk
to not be looked at like they're nothing
because they're not you
to be told to be scared
by
FOX
CNN
the white house...
to be told things are okay only by
Stewart
Colbert
their mothers, if they cared
(which they really do not seem to do).

those kids are in your hell now
or did you put them there already?
you gave their minds ammo
you gave their guns ammo
you didn't stop to ask

and now, things are ruined
8 more children of loving mothers
fathers of loving children
living
breathing
human beings
are dead.

they weren't soldiers
they were innocents
this isn't war
that's for another day, every day

if you
don't take this
as your chance to TALK
your signal
from that old 'God' of yours
to think for a moment
about guns, and sick kids
'how can we help them?
what can we do?'

you can bring your psychiatric services
up to scratch.
you can think properly about
gun control.

and we can all spare a moment
to think for a while
what if it was our children
shot while shopping?

prayers and thoughts for the dead from you
prayers and thoughts for the living from me.

[Govinda]

ribbidy rabbidy
tippity tappity

rap rap rap
tap tap tap

why do you
people call a tap
a faucet
when it is
clearly a tap?