Ode to baked beans

I used to eat baked beans as a child

I found comfort in their tomatoey taste mild 

I used to dip in my chips and fish fingers 

as a sauce to tickle my tongue and linger on

now I have them with a cheesy baked potato 

or mix in some chilli powder 

the taste still comforts me I am not much of a chef but I am prouder 

of my efforts when the beans taste different or better than their original taste 

I try not to waste 

any of the beans 

I remember my friend eating them cold

but I wasn’t impressed or sold

on this idea 

I think they need to be at least warm

I suppose they are still edible my friends way

but maybe in habits we cannot stray 

even though our tastes may change

I like to think I am not that strange!

Maslow’s pyramid

Ensnared enslaved 

by not having our needs met.

A modern day trap, a net

Their self efficacy built upon the billions 

who will never have their needs addressed 

just giving them their trauma and stress

No room for karma 

just workers enslaved by big pharma

and tech 

living on the streets or renting 

Never venting 

never getting to the top

just growing rich peoples crops 

the pyramid weighs us down 

the weight of a rich persons crown

who’s only thoughts get activated and actualised 

while bullying billions of lives.

we cannot reach the top

too many distractions and traps

Life is unfair it has no map.

Maslow’s pyramid or is it a mountain to climb

life is unfair this poem shows the reason and rhyme.

Don’t believe the hype?

Don’t believe the hype

it’s all tripe 

I fight to be heard 

with powerful words 

but sometimes I fall short

a butterfly caught

in agonising self expression 

another session

of writing does it yield results?

heart felt words 

and worlds I have built

love and blood I have spilt 

my flowers wilt 

I try to water and nourish them 

but they break at the stem

but I need them 

I am my confidence 

my ego defined

yet I mine 

for excellence 

for written talent

But I fall 

sometimes short

another poet who’s caught in the block

a rock stopping my river from flowing 

I live in knowing that I want to be a success

and in this I can never rest.