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Zing is the Thing - A Homily

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder,
But Whiskey makes you frisky.
Clerihews and epigrams are fine but
Do not tell these to one lost in love
Except when you mean to cheer up one
Fevered with temporary  amourous setbacks.
Gift them the gift prized by one and all
Humour - evoking laughter or perhaps a smile
Inviting a participation in the balm laced with
Jokes, both ribald and a bit of the plain
Killing the gloom of mindless regret and remorse.
Laughter is the best medicine, they say,
Mightily potent to dissipate every whiff of gloom
Nostrum for broken hearts and the flings and arrows of life.
Ophidian ilk are friends that are wry, shirking a shoulder
Pretending with masks to smile away misfortune yet
Questing to wring out sweet savor from other's calamity.
Roar unto the wind a bit louder than the storm
Spoiling what they seek with your tuppence  attitude.
Take what is yours, let no one deny you your share
Under any circumstance do not relent for what is your due.
Verity  is a virtue that'll stand in good stead,
Warmth towards your fellows won't ever waste.
X-factor's something natural not something you fake,
Yearning for glory like a harlot who'll sell.
Zing is the thing with this homily, my friend.


~27 May 2016~

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Date: 5/29/2016 5:37:00 PM
this one reminded me of a blitz form in the way it just seemed to feed off each line leading to the next, but in Abc form of course. A very interesting way to do that form, Karam.
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Karam Misra
Date: 5/29/2016 9:17:00 PM
Thank you, Andrea. Sometimes I just love to let go and write with the flow. ~karam~