This is a set of poems with a funny story about police

Tired

Tired of recipes
For perfecting in peace
Tired of being instructed in
What it is I should eat
Tired of knowing
What needs
Tired of showing
We all clean our teeth
Tired of lying
When the truth is hard to reach
Tired of telling
What a perfect diet is
Is time to put out
What is up
In our mind
For to shout
No more
Is time to hide
Behind the wall
Of food for all
Work towards
Sustaining our health
Since when too tired
To be sure
Promotion of health
Ain’t the real wealth
But only the fall of the poor

Interrogated by belief

The police questioned me
How did I know about
What it is I believe
So I had to agree
Why yes, it must have been
That a somebody somewhere
Really spilt out big beans
Yet how can I you see
Confess to the greed
By which I once raped
The bloke who raped me
Yet never before he
That is if a girl can be believed
As to who is who in her self by three
So I guess who it will be
Might not so successfully
Prove of himself
Having had any matter to have spilt
Yet what can it be
They are so worried to see
Existing in me?

Elohim Allah alone will see

Elohim Allah
Will I be able to name him all
He who is first and forever
Even when I knew never
Elohim Allah is why I am that I weather
His Holy unending Grace
In each matter of my own will I face
His indivisible mercy
So not one might I disgrace
In no cry of mine
Could I first have named He
Elohim Allah will I be
For His unknowable worth
We ride our own hurst
In His strong standing Grace
That we have no face
Elohim Allah every Jinn be in His seen
Unending Forever Indivisible Together
If every word I know for
I could string out this poem for
What would I amount to at all
But that I am too poor
In every other of life's calls
I am responsible for
Every name when breathed who calls
Except His Absolute one and all
Of God being His Forgiving me
By his forgiveness thus
Speak Elohim Allah with me
That every word could be his name in Eternity
Except that I know my own responsibility
So by only my own breath will I be

Fire Water

Fire Water Cup
Fire water cup
Wild peach dunk
Talisman Sabre operation
When the gate is on
What is the station
Of what the bleep we sleep upon
Drowning in deserts
In waves of petals
This story might get
But to be too gentle
For the sand of time
Is a story mine
Of Lung liver
And Heart kidney
Favoured motion
Betwixt and between
Ever married to the sheen
The notion
But

Probably Awoken

There is a probability
That when a person
Answers a question
In which their own mind
Has certainty of kind
But their answer is probably
That their answer might be
Tempting you to believe
What is not true
So certainly probably
Has at least this affirmative
Ye t the complexity
Of what else is probably
Might probably mean
Is probably more
So denying of
Any probable possibility
Of fact in actuality
A rat
On my self
Drat
But for the affirmative
Of whose idea it has been
To be that it probably was
To convince me probably
While sleeping
Of being safer
If the possibility
Of what they want from me
Is not entirely denied
So have probably
I lied
Or not?

Restitution

The restitution
To constituents
Of an over zealous
Shot jockey’s hits
Is an understanding
Of what the meaning
Of understanding
Had not been in
That moral magnanimity
Most forthright
Yet esteemed
Is the order of the day
That we all might well now play
For leading is only through love
And serving can only save
If real belief is in
God above
Ever our sin
In the Dance
We all fall afoul of
That we will let it be
That this way for thee
Foul play
To never breed again stay
The way in one place is always today
Those in the sunlight might see
As we all hear
Today this right here
Is the day in which our ears
Mind's eye
And every sensitivity
Touch smell taste and see
Co-ordinately
Perceive every grain
Exactly the same
That thus in the shade
Be automatically
Automated
Into certain understanding
Redemption will be gained
When restitution needs no blame
To attain
In resolution
Redemption
Is that
Repentance
The essential
Pre-requisite at
For Restitution
God helps me
And Thankfully
What I have
Well met
Retribution already
In God's perfect Grace
Resplendent in Restoration
The restraint of a Nation
For my own life my face
Never your will this exact fate
But Allah's in me
Put Earth first
For a girl's well this be

Original Intention

Is not my original intention in meaning
Though to you may be it was seeming
Infinity aslike to eternity
The sane as never mine
Is not my original intention in meaning
Which kaffir took as their
Excuse to be seeming
To cause another and yet another
Of each other
Who are you to be
Is it breeding
Or breathing
Since Kaffir are who
Are most certainly not able to
Do what they may well be seeming to
For it was not my original
Intention of meaning
But only the Kaffir who tried reading
Escape plan from Jehannam
Into any what have you
To bag each other through
False Dreaming
Sixty per hour
All night on the hour
Every occluded
Imagined foul
For it was not my original intended meaning
That who imagined being

Friends with Tom

My friend
Called Tom
Is rather sombre
Though for hilarity
Served upon
Every plater
In a place to belong
None need look longer
Than my friend Tom
Who has by need
Believed in the Jinn for long
That surely in example might we
All find that he
Has been quite correctly
Believing
In every fact unseen
What indeed
Puts these words upon
Any computer screen
But my friend Tom
Lead me astray
So as to believe
By the joke upon
What might have never been
Yet looking upon
Will the future live longer
Than ever the past rent asunder
Since my friend Tom
Makes plates of thunder
In glorious colour
And forgiving in nature
By knowing me
In my own accountiblity
Confessedly
My friend Tom

Minding Female Kind

Because the female mind
Is usually too kind
To its own kind
Best let her never
Regard herself judge of the weather
As to what the man needs when
His decision best ever
Be corrector
Is every act the Lover
A Gentlemanly reminder
To females in time
This world is too
Funny that you
Might like to
Know your retribution
In mine

Instructing

Instructing those you favour
Into the correct behaviour
Has no benefit for them either
If its motivation had the savour
Of the less favoured bad behaviours
Devoured
Devoted
Delighted
Is twice frightening
So beware of favours
When not devoted
For eternity has not moat
But every critical
Political detail
Well tempered
Of belief in real need
For perfection in hatred
Without causation of that it to kill
So who will ever
Believing they have to have
Been done a favour
By who instructed
Their walk off a cliff
Is who might be
Only the willing mustard

Politely Naming What Had the Song Laming

It was not that
My people had
Ever abandoned
The good manners of
The English language
But that we
Never experienced of
Is way exemplified
Because
How it was to our ears presented
Sounded like that Nazism caused to German
So this is an apology
For every ill mannered like
Part in my poetry
Of arrogance it is with me
Not quite unlike
Judas
Within the snake
Is my red bellied black kind
And mightily green this rhyme

Adding

Nine thousand
Plus four thousand
Plus minus one thousand
Leaves six hundred
Unpaid
For is it OK since
The sixty six is
That the only mistake
Was blaming this

Counted Yet Unsubstantiated Except

Vying to peek
Through the window that seeks
To reveal
Rebel nation
Is the late coming
Of who did the summation
In song
Without realisation
Of what upon

Counting the Fountain

Ten eleven twelve
One two three
I wonder who
Was doing me
Then next his
Seven eight nine
Keyed the drive
For Navaho
Cherokee
Iraquois
Or me
For the Che Guevara
That hat be rather
Less than the data
Reckoned to bear
Yet such will be its worth there

Clarified

Clarified
The fat
What it is that
We already had
And what that
The Arabic language
Gave to us
By such
Focus
Police had attained

The other half did not it

Half the poem
Tells the story
Truly if only
In stone surely
Of what might really
Be true to me
If only
You never use me
This pen's evidence in need
One third of the City
Already forgiven me

The Idiot's Pen Did Thee

Is brain flag
A disease that
Costs memory
Or breeze
For its sensibility
Is not too bad
So long as
Every want it had
Is numbered too sad
While the best of
Memory storage
Facility is
Certain surely
The Wood will be
Because we all might
Be trees
That too the breeze
Will the real Bees
No less clever
Tomorrow please
Of idiocy
In simplicity
The syncronicity
Willed by intelligensia
Of the city
Less only
The Artsy
Farty blobs
Of the pour sods
Taking cash in
For Bob
Was no real job

Here is a riddle:
Which of these
Was somewhat of a fiddle
Which published
Which might get
Somebody rich
And which is that which
Woken up Dreaming
I Jesus feeling
This morning still breathing
But which is for who
Might resolve this riddle
By filling in which squiggle
Of what one might be
A Wiccan story
Which a Spell
Which a key
Which a Prayer
For to be
Which one a copy
Which right
Which one follows this might

The letter ‘E’ “ding” is this the key ring
We might all be weeding
But that of seeding
Nonsense word scores feeding
Unless correct in our heeding
Which words are those bleeding
And which are leading
Who can a face reading