At Five,the world around seems confusing
The moves are mesmerizing, so amusing.
One knows no lies and smiles
Plays and explores,counting upto miles.
At Fifteen,one is full of energy and zest
One is impulsive,there's no desire for rest.
One dwells in dreams and fantasies
One enjoys the company of friends, like a swarm of bees.
At Thirty,one feels to have a permanent bond
With a person one wants to be and is fond...
One develops a true sense of responsibility
One strives to achieve and gain stability.
At Fifty,one loses all charm and desire
The level of spirituality, goes higher and higher.
One enjoys the company of members in family
Wants to spend the rest of his life,happily...
At Seventy,one likes the company of peers
With them,he shares the memories,smiles with eyes,full of tears...
One often feels connected with the Lord
Feels,the ultimate path,leads to the Almighty...God.
AVIAN RAINDROPS
Birds flew overhead,
Leaving wet droplets falling;
But they were not rain:-
Not a sliver of green to be seen on the land,
The damp heathered slopes portray the dull shades of tan.
"Oh, it’s not so bad," my friends do proclaim,
"At least the day’s sunny, we could be drowning in rain."
But the jest falls short, as we look to the sky,
White flakes are descending, and the wind whips on high.
"I could live with the rain," I exasperatedly bemoan, “but at this time of year, do we have to have snow?!”
So I’ll bundle up warmer, for a few days longer yet, and grumble about the tan grass, and the muck and the wet.
For spring is patient, it comes not at my behest,
And my hope for green things will someday manifest.
WE TWINS: A RESTROSPECTIVE COUPLET
You are the apple of the eyes of life,
And the tonguing echo of its voice.
You sustain life’s glorious being,
And indeed, I’m your dynamic twin:-
We can handle this little thing called strife:
Always navigating to make the best choice.
With us, joy and awareness are felt and seen:
In life, love and divine wisdom will always win.
Imagine if we were to be a sage quadruplet:
Adding peace and unity to this flowing couplet:-
Oh well, you know me, and I know you;
Thus, in this little pen, this is all I need to do:-
SNOW SNAKE
Warm down in its hole,
Hibernating from the snow:
A cold-blooded snake.
A HAIKU MATH QUARTET
(Poetic Math)
1.
A Haiku math thought:
Cubing three will equal to
___________ plus _______.
2.
Squaring six plus six,
And subtracting five plus five,
Equals _________________.
3.
Divide one thousand
By one thousand, and you
Get ______ less than _____.
4.
Math can be easy,
But thinking is still required;
I think I am ___________
Tongue Tied in Clichés: A Blessing in Disguise
A blessing in disguise,
a double-edged sword—
a far cry from peace,
yet all in all,
at the drop of a hat
we reach for a ballpark figure,
beat around the bush,
break new ground,
burn the midnight oil.
By the book we cut to the chase,
play devil’s advocate,
fill the void with food for thought,
start from scratch,
then get cold feet.
Give the green light,
go down in flames,
hit the nail on the head,
find ourselves in over our head,
jump on the bandwagon,
keep something at bay,
leave no stone unturned.
Out of our depth,
past the point of no return,
we read between the lines,
take it with a grain of salt,
see only the tip of the iceberg—
until at last we throw in the towel.
OF LIFE AND DEATH TODAY: A 5-7-5-7-7-7-5-7-5-7 FLOW
(Apropos Of An Ironic Juxtaposed Reality)
Ironically,
it’s cheaper to live than die:
Save, self-cremation:-
Even then, you must pay for
The ashes to be cleaned up:-
And don’t forget, the family
Is charged to pay off all debts
That you may have left behind:-
Ironically,
We are born to live and die,
Life, being cheaper:
Funerals are expensive!
Waiting for your other half, as she visits the loo
It’s usually the shopping mall, where she joins in the queue,
You stand with the guys, in equal appreciation
Of the predicament we find ourselves, in this situation.
Nobody makes eye contact but if we do it’s just a nod,
How long do we need to wait? We each pray to god.
Please let our partner be the first to fully reappear
Then we can get out of this place and silently disappear.
The waiting is tense, the brow begins to sweat
How long can this be, as we’ve lots of stuff to get?
Then a woman appears but alas it’s none of ours,
At this rate we could be here, for many, many hours.
A look at your watch, then a look at your shoes
Another woman appears but the question is, whose?
With a sigh and a smile, one of us is relieved,
A gesture to the other guys, confirms his reprieve.
Another look at the watch and a look up to the sky
A blow of the cheeks, then a very heavy sigh.
She finally appears, it’s a face we recognise
A nod to the other guys, a relief we can’t disguise.
I have lost my spectacles
I can't read or write without them
I search my table, drawers, bed and selves
I am totally helpless and at a loss without them.
Oh! I might forget what I need to write
If I don't find them quickly enough
Suddenly I notice myself in the mirror
There they're perched on my head!
A MUSE – OR AMUSING?
You say that you love my poetry;
You tell me all the time.
My syllable count is perfection,
You’ve been seduced by my rhyme.
When you introduce me to your friends,
You refer to me as your ‘bard’.
But although that’s rather flattering,
There’s one thing I’m finding hard.
It’s one thing waxing lyrical
About my poetry.
But I’m longing for that day I hear
You say that you love ME!
Suppose I lost my rhythm
And my rhyming pattern was wrong?
What if my number of syllables clashed
With “Howmanysyllables dot com”?
Would you still love me for what I am
Or would you be averse
To live with a mere mortal
Who couldn’t compose a verse?
intrigued by thesaurus
given by Joe Morris
look up the word porous
who? asks my friend Doris
amusing my friend Boris
a gift from friend Morris
I love a thesaurus
this takes care of Doris
I relook up porous
amusing my friend Boris
Seen in the movies, swishing swords about,
Those Ninja fighters make you want to run,
Hiding in shadows, jumping in and out,
Would challenge me: my Ninja skills are none.
However do they manage all they do?
So swathed in dark disguise and masked,
And carrying a bow and arrow too,
Leaping on rooftops, entering unasked.
I couldn’t hit a target with a dart,
Even in daylight, even standing still,
Just opening a pocket-knife’s an art,
I break my fingernails and always will.
It’s somehow not for me, that Ninja-ing,
Given that my knees are past my best,
I have to watch my back when gardening,
And carry reading glasses in my vest.
So Ninja life is not the thing for me,
No warrior, I’m English, mild and free,
That night air fogs my glasses constantly,
I’d rather watch the cricket on TV!
The children
Draw a world of gay colours
But a wrong proportion
A strange perspective
Comical, amusing and odd
Cartoon-bound
A world they see with simplicity of heart
The adult's world is too
Confusing, sophisticated, and twisted
Too difficult for them to present and interprete
I logged on the world wide web today
I tried ocado, it said go away!
I went to Waitrose and Tesco too
I had to wait so long
that I went to the loo
I came back
and had a snack
and watched the queue go down
eventually I got on to Asda
I booked a delivery slot
and loaded my trolley
by the time I checked out
I felt rather jolly!
(I wrote this one a good year ago!)
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