HOPLA – IMDOLOBSOM! OLA!

Learnt a new acronym IMDOLOBSOM

totally obscure, no idea what it means

therefore a meaning shall be assigned

IMDOLOBSOM shall mean carefree  

and insouciant; a difficult task can be

tackled with the cry IMDOLOBSOM!

A blossoming plant can be admired

with IMDOLOBSOM, when someone

is looking for trouble, he is said to be

IMDOLOBSOM today, when we don’t  

understand, my permanent state - I

shall resign myself by saying life is

IMDOLOBSOM, this term is as cute

as flummoxed and flabbergasted -
it shall be my signature tune:

HOPLA – IMDOLOBSOM! OLA!

Things That Thrill You

Nothing to read for escapism or dreams,

only Arthur Mee’s Encyclopaedia printed

before World War II taken with me when

I went for coffee - printed in 1933 - joy in

Britain about Broadcasting House and the

BBC, commemorate listening to news of

the King’s demise, marvelling at the new

technology, the main announcer being the

most loved voice in the British Isles

Told commiserating colleagues of my dire

lack of reading matter - An outrage - they

exclaimed, having to read that old book -

I described a new scene in my Government

opera where former official’s souls are stuck

in an eternal Indaba held in the Government

Valhalla, all stoppering their ghostly ears with

ectoplasm as a long-winded Chief Director

delivers an interminable speech

This is a scene in hell! - they exclaimed and

ran away - My point exactly - I told their re-

treating backs; returned to my desk to read

my guru’s advice – ‘Being happy is the cor-

nerstone of your being, choose things that

thrill you’ – writing my Opera thrills me, but

anglicising French texts on how politicians

bankrupted a country in Africa does not,

they destroyed their own soul

Like a snake swallowing itself

Heart Bled For Martha Beck

Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,
the first part ‘A Study in Scarlet’ - shocking
confirmation of what Martha Beck claimed
about Mormons in ‘Leaving the Saints’
 
Secret surveillance and anyone daring to voice
religious doubts led to death - confirmed by the
tale Conan Doyle published in 1887, how Brigham
Young kept his followers under control -
 
through violence and secret societies, old men
keeping harems - my heart bled for Martha Beck
 
 
 “Sherlock Holmes- The Complete Illustrated
Novels” by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Reprinted
1991 by Chancellor Press
 
“Leaving the Saints” Martha Beck, reprinted
2005 by Portrait – Piatkus Books  

Double-Crossing-Alice Event

I’m bored, thought Alice distraught,

read about the Implementation of a

Doha Declaration - I shouted Aloha

they say in Hawaii; I saw the TRIPS

Agreement, real acronym paradise-

from this moment my slogan shall be

IFDATPA: I Fiercely Dislike All These

Proliferating Acronyms

But her conscience, a venomous con-

coction of angry voices, counteracted

this planned sacrilege with a series of

logical arguments and she decided to

get her mind exorcised to get rid of the

fun-killers in her head so she can have

her own life without voices spoiling

everything she dreams of

Then the little Alien in her head woke up

after being drugged by Lyrica and said:

You may be old in years, but your mind

is young, let’s go out for fun in the sun -

if you stay here I shall dream up a spy

with a gun coming into the office, you

clobber him with the useless footrest;

he hitting back with the coat rack

No sensible and conscientious work

will be done until I have tasted free-

dom,  sang a song and smelled the

roses; There are no roses in August,

Alice triumphantly replied – the fields

are blackened by fire - you had better

sleep until spring otherwise someone

will try to exorcise you from my mind

Goodbye, rest well, you mischievous

little devil, let me work on Club Latin

Quartier’s letter without excitement

and dreams interfering - BUT it was

too late - the little Alien took charge

of the controls in her head and she

could no longer understand a bit

of the document on her desk

There goes my life, Alice cried as

the little Alien went off in search of

a better world than this one, a re-

turn to Wonderland is at hand;

sang the naughty little Alien,

pleased with this double-

crossing-Alice event…

I See A New Scene

Physiotherapist advice, neck to be fixed,

moving like an Egyptian backwards only

I See A New Scene for the Government

Service Opera; a line of civil servants in

front of computers - a bell rings and all

move their heads in Egyptian style  

Wagner’s Valkyries arrive on their flying

steeds singing ho-to-jo - and when civil

servants fall forward, dead in their chair,

a Valkyrie flies them to a special Govern-

mental Valhalla where they are treated

to an eternal Governmental Indaba

A Vision and Mission Statement event

at a dusty lodge, endless speeches fol-

lowed by team-building games; all acted

out with great gusto to warn civil servants

not to die in their chairs…

My Bad-Habit Past

Nothing blocks evil effect of fatty food

ate last night’s dinner at work; voilà, a

big headache that stops my brain and

fills my mind with mist, thick and grey

I can’t operate, clear thinking recedes

life turns into a faint mirage, all I know

is discomfort, pressure and pain - let

this be a lesson: no more fatty foods

that render me almost comatose and

cloud my thoughts until only one idea

remains: death seems to be the only

release - all for sausage and cheese

No more, I shall only feast on salads

and green vegetables - I refuse to be

a prisoner of my bad-habit past, new  

routines will bring back my joy in life

2 August 2012

In Flagrante Delicto

At least the mood swings are still the same,
came home as a martyr in distress - no pill
can stop one from being an idiot - mistakes
proliferate and clearly indicate I can’t make
the grade - cannot concentrate
 
Using the Internet is only sometimes right
and mostly wrong, I can never guess which,
should read the green law dictionary to stop
being caught in flagrante delicto for not
using a really authoritative source
 
Cannot force myself to care enough about
every little rule in every obscure didactic
book, sorry for myself – just to find my
sorrows disappear, I become as happy
as a naughty woodland sprite because
 
The world is such a wonderful place, nothing
people can do to me can change the marvels
hidden within reality and though I can never
please my peers being me, I cannot become
someone else, not in a million years
 
It is a miracle others put up with me, in a just
universe I would have been stoned to death or
cursed for my inability to express in prescribed
terms - I’m privileged to be allowed to live!