Cricketers playing on the lawn
White figures on the grass
The rhapsody of ringing phones
Is heard as passers pass
It’s just the picture of a large
Idyllic sunny day
Uneven shadows on the marge
Are also in the play
No pawns to sacrifice for kings
No queens rampaging free
The game looks peaceful, so it brings
A sense of peace to me
What if I tell them how their play
I see – you’re out of mind,
Get real, man, to me they’ll say
Its not a pantomime
We’re two competing teams, we came
To win and not to lose
And that’s the purpose of the game
We play not to amuze
Some idle fools that hang around
Not knowing what to do
Come down on the solid ground
That should be good for you
Thanks for advice, I like your game
But honestly, for me
Both teams of yours look quite the same
I’d say, before I flee
So really, what’s the point to know
The aim, all tricks and rules
If they are setting on a show
That looks like peace for fools.
Categories:
amuze, humor, peace, senses, sports,
Form: Rhyme
What would you say if morning’s blurred
And scattered light is grey
Or you won’t bother with a word,
Would simply look away?
What would you say, if in the news
There’s nothing really new?
More grief and troubles to amuze
Like they were never few
Or will you say a word or three
About the evening’s damp
Or maybe it’s suffice to see
A burn of midnight lamp?
You need more wine, I want more bread
I miss more music too
What would you say, if all is said
And done, like you would do?
There will be winds, and bending trees
And sun, and rain, and snow
There will be ships in deep blue seas
And anything you know
But one day you’ll be gone, my friend
The same relates to me
What would you say, if there’s no end
To lives, that we can't see?
Categories:
amuze, philosophy, psychological,
Form: Rhyme