By
Abdulrahman M Abu-yaman
CASTOR’S JOLLY AND POLLUX’S DREAM
A hectic and tiring day
Of labour and commotion
Sent Castor to his retiring bay
To harbour his condition
Recessing in a recumbent position,
Then took-off to a slumberous hibernation
Processing to the imminent transition,
Where he flew-off to the sleepers’ expedition
Which we called Castor’s jolly!
A jollification of his ecstasies
Or rather labeled Castor’s folly!
After its nullification by realities
Since he awakened to see it was vanity
With opened-eyes in broad day light
Pollux had a dream
His blued-eyes envisage in delight
Polished rad of gleams
Gleams of bizarre possibilities
Of unttained glory
Beams of desired workabilities
Of unattempted discovery
Which we nomenclated as Pollux’s stream
An operationalization of his flowing ideas
Or rather depicted as Pollux’s dream
After its materialization into reality
Eyes-opened, transforming them to actuality
Juxtaposing the Dioscuri,
In relation to our contemporary world,
It is clear and evident that
Polluxes’ thrive in this 21st century
And Castors’ struggle to survive in it
Hence, the rhetorical question,
Wouldn’t you rather conceive
Pollux’s dream than Castor’s jolly?
MOUND CAKE
Take a look at the round bake
Of the mound cake
Coined for the masses sake
Weighing mass pounds at stake
But vices in offices by the “snakes”
Tend to make the cake to quake
They slash the slices into pieces
Concealing them in obscure places
Then surround their cabinet with nieces
To cover up for their mess in offices
Hence, surprises we see as they roll their dices
On the platter of our abound cake as it decreases
Awake! We must, to fight this crisis
And make effort to crush the lapses
By fake servants and their services
Who leave the cake in gloomy faces
Then bring substitutes with more spices
To flavour the mound cake with sweet ices!
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