Everything is game of chess
One wrong move I’m in mess
Being confidence was my flaw they said
But I believe it was my law
I believe in smart work, they believed in hard work
I saw strength while they saw weakness
They kept advising me so I give them a chance to prove themselves right
But all they did was showed my wrong but they had nothing to prove them right
Once said to be kind so I tried to be, even after the outburst but then
I remember my ruthless mind finally I give them Peace of Mind to get out of my life
As they left, they said I regret my choice
Days passed months passed and even year passed but none changed except
I’m the leader and they my followers
The only thing I did different was I believe in myself while none believed in me
Musical inclined as a kid at 15
Played a Portable Organ which my Grand Dad brought me
Listening next door was my neighbor hearing of my organ playing
She was a Musical Teacher at a School, but also being a Professional Opera Singer, and I attended numerous of her performances at a Downtown Opera House
I was later introduced to a Professional Male Concert Pianist
I learned the fundamentals of the Piano Ivories keys taught by the Concert Pianist
The Female Opera Singer also gave me voice lessons included
All this was happening when I was a teenager at 15
I play the piano by ear
Musical background was beginning to form
At the present, I haven’t played any organ and piano in quite a while
I am sure it would come back
I am advising you to get your ear plugs as what you might hear won’t be secure
Better yet, run for your life
Musical pattern that was a beginning
My musical past
Time that went fast
Musical blend that didn’t continue nor last.
2025.03.08
You told me you were a loner,
You made me an invisible hanger.
Patiently hanging on for your next words.
You said you were a writer,
Indirectly you made me a waiter.
Waiting for you to tell me
When to contact, when to disappear,
That was not a good idea.
When I had no credit on my phone.
Indirectly, I had given you time to be alone.
Instead of advising me,
You let me wondering day and night.
Whether you were fine and alright.
Never mind, so we let bygone be gone by.
Wait a minute. Hang on,
Were you telling me after your birthday,
We were going to stay away,
From each other until your next birthday.
Never mind. It was fine by me.
I was no body cup of tea and I did not want to be.
One year on, I posted this birthday wishes,
Which was for yours eyes only,
It was all yours for the last 365 days,
You never treasured it any way.
So, it could be read by many others.
So long, Mr Loner. I bit you farewell.
Take care of yourself.
Whenever you come closer, my brain chimes,
Indicating to my heart: someone special's coming, someone lovable, who's mine—
Someone with whom the word "love" will rhyme,
Someone who can’t be described even in 100 lines.
Everyone wants that one person with whom they can spend some time,
Someone who can take the role of the sun and, in their dark times, shine—
Someone who can act as their wine,
Making them forget their sorrow and realize that everything can be made fine.
I'm lucky to have my wine, who's lavish and cold.
For her, my love increases every day as she grows old.
People sometimes say she's not the best fit for me, because she's not who she is and isn't real.
I'd like to inform them to stop advising me, 'cause I extremely love bittersweet wine, dear.
Ultimately, only my sister can decide whether to let them know or they should be let known that she’s in a deep hole mentally trying to do her dissertation proposal. We are strongly advising she does something to help herself. Course leaders can only empathise if they know what's going on for students.
I’ve been giving silly solutions to her struggles – stopping for the day and giving our parents piercings, stopping for a day and emailing Mrs Coventry inviting her to Binley Mega Chippy in Coventry. The spring rolls there truly are MEGA.
Lucky me is just looking forward to getting my chicken on a bike tattoo with my self-drawn sweet, the only assignments I’ve got being ones I give myself. My current assignment is chilling waiting for my Jasmine Rice to cook as I write this, a katsu curry and carrot cupcakes already made.
When she’s working and studying and working, my sister often doesn’t have the chance to eat. She’s just got her laptop – hopefully she’s going to send that email. That email will be the only thing she needs for them to grant her a break from going down.
Rising, advising, water
taught 'er -
bubbles and sleep
are troubles deep.
Sometimes, I do opine
To secure, to establish my rights;
Peace is an eglantine,
Advising to cease the age-old fights.
We all become a pensive pendulum
Between human rights and pure peace;
This dilemma must, must be overcome;
We must, we need, we'll obtain bliss.
In the era of such decadence,
We need to claim our rights;
Still, bereft of over-confidence,
We can cease our prolonged fights.
We do, we do need an antidote;
What can it be then? What?
Let's not become a stupid scapegoat;
We must try none to hurt.
As long as we all do exist,
There must be both war and peace;
Ourselves we must restrain and resist;
Philanthropy brings us bliss.
I have often wondered if they blundered
or if there's any truth to the advertising
within the words written on me
a simple clothing label advising
a promise a guarantee
100% Cotton
but does it refer to the garment or myself
merely the material it is printed on
a paradox perhaps
all of which goes to show
it's a dilemma the answer to which
this enquiring mind needs to know
I don't know
where iceberg lettuce
winter squash
or snow peas grow
but it seems to me
it's not down there
in Antarctica
where and when it's freezing below
which only goes to show
pointing out if not advising
there's bait and switch in the pitch
and no truth to their advertising
Too many tiny minds
telling others what to do
the sighted led by the blind
even tho' they can't do it too
curtailing all creativity
restraining imagination
destroying individuality
those who can don't need advising
those who can't should stop supervising
let me make my own mistakes
it's the only way I'll know what it takes
to get where I need to be
so put the key in the slot
wind me up and watch me go
a robot I am not
All citizens are happy and healthy
Wealthy and wise
A land where Jesus is Supreme Chancellor
Honorary Crowned Head of State
His Holy Spirit, the fire
Fueling our desire for freedom
For all peoples, for all Mankind
Our Wonderful Counsellor
Who sits on top of our make-believe throne
Undefeatable and all powerfully
Advising the President of Aerth,
Who's just a man, or woman
Elected to protect our interests
Abroad and at home
Throughout the Universe
You say to me, “why don’t you go away?”
“I’m thousands miles away already, as you know
Where to fly from here, where to stay
There’s no direction I can take to go”
“Stay where you are”, you say, “I’ve no concern
About your present life, your past and future
I have a share of troubles on my own
And I don’t want to make my troubles mutual”
“But I just want to help…”- “You always do!
I’m sick of your advising, stupid man!
Don’t talk to me of things you never knew
I deal with serious stuff for now and then!
Think what you will, how bad I am and all
How good are you, how true you are to me
Don’t press me with emotions, its your fault!
You are unreal with your stupid fantasy…”
“Why you’re boycotting me, what have I done,
For what did I deserve such attitude?” -
“This is your favorite question, you’ve done none!
You just get on my nerves, this makes me rude!
But this is me, its useless to explain
Just take it as it comes, or go away!
Go write another poem – pretty lame
Your poems are, but you keep writing anyway”.
If green, go share-- the room and bed,
Yellow, pillow separated,
If signal shows orange,
The bed is what you change,
Red, change the very room
To save your soul from doom,
As signals you must learn to dread.
Once counselled a marriage expert
Advising me to be alert.
But I do rather feel,
That a man should just deal
With red that might him the most hurt.
___________________________
Tongue-in-cheek |26.08.2024| Limerick, wife, marriage, mood
I think you locked the access
To the mail box you kept
For my emails, and that was
A necessary act
You didn’t mean to hurt
You meant to drop the load
That purposeless alerts
The emojies absurd
The messages of sweetness
Whereas in real sense
You think to fight the weakness
With meds of more intense
You need more concentration
And I was a dead weight
A stealer of attention
Who comes to talk too late
And this obsessive care
And obvious advising
Was more than you could bear
In terms of compromising
So you just kicked me out
And you felt no remorse
Cause it was all about
Saving a time resourse
You’ve patched up all the holes
The first thing that you did
Was blocking of the calls
Soon after you got rid
Of everything that could
Remind of my existence
Because it is no good
Considering the distance.
My eternal thanks I wish to express
With gratitude to John from the local press
Writing us off completely, with the words to the public he did say
Advising us to avoid embarrassment and not turn up to play
In a cup final against opposition with superior skills and refined touch
However, names and reputations don't guarantee winning matches as such
In my time in the game, I've learned a few things through the years
If you don't start correctly it's hard to move up through the gears
The words my players took to the pitch were loud and clear
Confidence without arrogance and respect without fear
Thanks again to the man for the words he did write
He was mentioned in the team talk, we were up for the fight
When the match was over and all was said and done
We turned up, he was wrong and we had won
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