Rantings

Rantings

The rantings and ravings of this finely tuned lunatic in the form of poetry and verse. A quasi attempt to share with you insights into the indescribable. The truth will set you free but it will probably kick your arse first. Be my guest!

“Sunday mornings”

The preacher wakes me up again,
and I am annoyed.
Sunday morning !
Every Sunday morning !!
He rants and he raves and he sings,
others follow
the noise gets louder

“Village Life”

The rain falls,
plenty of rain.
People sit around,
too wet for them to work.

“Dangerous liaisons…”

First curiosity,
followed by yearning

“Gunshots…”

Almost finished today’s crossword, coconut scraping in the background as people prepare their evening meals

“Ren em i pundaun planti tu mas”

Evening,
tropical shower, it comes down in buckets.
The sound of the falling water is music to my ears,
I’m half deaf – pleasing nevertheless.

Living on the “edge”…

One of the many things I like about living in PNG is that in this place
one exists very much on the “edge”. The “edge” of what? The “edge” of
safety, the “edge” of health and the “edge” of life and suffering

At Jackson’s airport (Port Moresby)…

How the fuck did I end up here ? How the fuck do you end up anywhere. Moresby domestic airport on my way to Lae. Waiting, waiting

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