Sunset Sigh
pretend it was me and not you
in love. Cupid put down his arrows,
they were aimless, anyhow -
he sees that now. still,
there’s a beauty and a cutie
so Cupid decides to shoot
his mouth off. the couple turns,
a miss…what is this…what is this…
each off their rockers, rocking away
from dusk to dusk, wondering why
they can never find love. the moon
drifts, separate beaches sunset-sigh.
Cupid reminisces about the two
who got away…did he save the day…
two fish caught in love’s net
sent back to school, then all alone.
the woman says to no one particular, but
really to Cupid…pretend it was me
the man says the same…was love
really that lame…two arrows,
side by side in glass frames…
the ones that got away.
I try to suffice the unseen parts of me,
the ones I try so hard to hide,
to take apart,
and rip away the nature,
though it seeps deep in my dna,
and time through time the cycle restarts,
etching every moment,
every breath that I try to do myself,
is in the shadow of someone else,
and every step that I take,
is controlled not only by envy,
but at the thought i am no better than the ones I share blood with,
hence I look into a mirror,
and staring back is a figment of my imagination,
the person i've made myself,
is only in the ignorance of turning out like somebody else,
of having the dishonour and curse of being part of a family fueled by animosity,
the same attributes, the same nose, the same eyes, the same mannerisms,
no matter how hard I try to climb out of this hole and break the loop,
who am I if not following in my parents footsteps?
every step I have took leading to now has been guided by them anyhow,
so its only fairplay,
to pay them back for their care.
Another hallowed arrow from his quivers
One of cricket’s greatest shiver givers
Coursing down your spine like rivers
Fine line..never dithers as slivers
Of adversaries hopes on the ropes..withers
Tipples tickle our livers
The latest tropes of how
Somehow…anyhow won’t kowtow
Postman Pat delivers
Matinee idol looks tease
Record books hooks please
Finds batters crannies &
Nooks with such ease
Impeccable length…metronomic
Chin music chagrin
Such strength..astronomic
Gift of getting the ball to lift
Chronic bounce…hedonic
With his swag bag of quicks tricks
Name on the adored hall of fame
Lords boards with six..another Cummins elite fix
Beat Bob Willis’s record tome of the best
Test figures for a captain at cricket’s home..
Yep..yet another done like a kipper
By this chipper ripper skipper
Who’s not found wanting
His chiselled jaw..up there for sure
With the mean hardcore
Ponting or Waugh
As the best Test baggie green
Top draw Captain (not woke...just a better bloke) seen on screen
Or that’s maybe ever been
I still remember the day
You promised you'd stay.
Thought, not even in my dreams
How swiftly you could slip away!
Fights were meant to happer
But wasn't love to abandon.
Had you known the consequence
Our future would be to our convenience.
Whom should I blame
For my efforts are in vain?
In the throes of love I was
So naive to fathom your game!
Look what you brought in
An inextricable chaos my life’s been
How could you deceive without a clue?
Mind, your comeuppance is overdue
I will thrive anyhow
You reap what you sow.
Certainly you will not pass
Cause Karma keeps records.
The summer rains they came today
washing winter woes away
seems so long since they were here
welcome back old friend to near and dear
memories awakened from the sky
with the petrichor of years gone by
precipitating dreams of lazy days
illuminating sunbeams in a haze
which full-circle brought me back to you
and the fun things we used to do
walking on weekends in the park
looking like bookends on a bench after dark
sun-drenched rain-soaked anyhow
but where in the world are we now
Aim dead center, O aeon!
Era, this is now.
Ergo, O my stern scion;
Come to anyhow!
Looking-glasses are like wind.
Reality grinned.
Terror, tiger, tamarind!
Sacred til he sinned...
Gaunt the gambrel goblin?
No smile a-face today.
Whirling dervish, loud the din!
War, be on thy way!
Grey of the nebula pond;
Why is waiting good?
Yellow-speckled viper yawned!
Gone but understood!
Kingdoms are like prophecies?
Yes, in this context:
Rife, roil, rampant, rare! Disease!
Hell and Heaven, hexed...
Sort it out, O sordid sigh...
Do not ask us why?
Sylvan silver, art thou shy?
Bargain basement buy?
Syllable, unleash thy wrath!
Letters, break the chain!
Poems, place us on the path!
Language, take the lane!
Young is this old harpsichord?
Harpy, use a sword?
Bull, matador. Which gets gored?
Folly gets you floored.
Holly. Mistletoe, thy doom.
Poison, flow like wine.
Ivy, rune, ice, ancient tomb.
Cyanide strychnine.
Anyhow
Was just thinkin’
Which is not recommended
On rainy cold spring days
The pollen count is down
But who cares
Its too cold and wet to go outside
Dammit, the heat just kicked on
The friggin’ gas company
Wants to know why I use so much gas
We live in New England
Summer don’t start till June
And ends in late August
The ocean water is so cold
The dolphins don’t beach themselves
They sun bathe on the rocks
It was so chilly out today
I saw a squirrel with his hands in his pockets
Looking for its nuts
My windshield wiper blades
Dance across the glass like an old guy with one crutch
On days like this I play News Tennis
Y’know…switch back and forth
Between the Left and Right “news” people
Damn it’s hilarious
Like watching Pee Wee Herman’s
“I KNOW YOU ARE, BUT WHAT AM I” silliness
Well, gotta go….Trump’s on TV again
I believe the cabinet is trying to figure out
How to get him in a basement for few days.
Well, coffee cup’s empty
Gotta go….really
Judy, my Judy….what’s happened to you?
Why did you go out so far
Wind in the willows won’t tell what to do
Neither will tell the North Star
Where is my Judy, direct me to her
If anyone knows, tell me now
Which road to take if you really confirm
That she is there anyhow
I know she was tired, and she is at rest
It was long awaited, I know
Judy, my Judy, I know you are blessed
Call me, I’m so damn alone
Judy is calling you, this sign I saw
So many times, so I’ll wait
I am a waiting man, ready to go
Call me, it’s never too late.
She left here last week
Just before the break of dawn,
Crossed the state line bridge
As he woke to find her gone.
Did not leave a note,
Cared not for who was to blame;
She would change it all,
Her face, her hair, and her name.
No more Mrs Jones,
No more kitchen duties now;
He can do what e'er,
It don't matter anyhow.
Flirt with the neighbour,
Go out drinking with his friends;
Live like he's twenty
When the party never ends.
Her bruises will heal,
Her nightmares are soon to fade;
One day she will know
'twas the best decision made.
Today's the third time
She's moving to a new town,
And she's fairly sure
That she now will not be found.
Saw it on the news
As she laid upon her bed,
While robbing a bank
The two masked men were shot dead.
Pictures on the screen
Showed clearly each dead man's face,
There was the image
She'd never come to erase.
That was five years gone
And so many things have changed,
She since moved back home
And had the house re-arranged.
Guess it all works out,
What's to come will always be;
She is now at peace,
From the past she's been set free.
When we were in secondary school,
we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every
house.
And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house;
and race to sweep Tudun Wada house;
and race to sweep Ardo Sali house;
and make hay while the sun shines.
I remember the brooms were sharp and fine like rainy
water shattering amidst rainy season O a flowing river
towards the sea.
Our mathes teacher would almost punish us for assuming
that we can anyhow shatter in in in the wood- I remember
the duty perfect used to say as etiquette let begin
from jss 1 to the staffroom , let the ss1 and jss 111
sweep the senior classes and the computer lab.
I remember the motto is keep out impurity and clean
your school and the society at large?.
When we were in secondary school,
we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every
house.
And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house;
and race to sweep Tudun Wada house;
and race to sweep Ardo Sali house;
and make hay while the sun shines.
I remember the brooms were sharp and fine like rainy
water shattering amidst rainy season O a flowing river
towards the sea.
Our mathes teacher would almost punish us for assuming
that we can anyhow shatter in in in the wood- I remember
the duty perfect used to say as etiquette let begin
from jss 1 to the staffroom , let the ss1 and jss 111
sweep the senior classes and the computer lab.
I remember the motto is keep out impurity and clean
your school and the society at large?.
When we were in secondary school,
we used to hold brooms like reign and sweep and sweep
and sweep and sweep clear and clean each an every
house.
And race to sweep Hamman Dikko house;
and race to sweep Tudun Wada house;
and race to sweep Ardo Sali house;
and make hay while the sun shines.
I remember the brooms were sharp and fine like rainy
water shattering amidst rainy season O a flowing river
towards the sea.
Our mathes teacher would almost punish us for assuming
that we can anyhow shatter in in in the wood- I remember
the duty perfect used to say as etiquette let begin
from jss 1 to the staffroom , let the ss1 and jss 111
sweep the senior classes and the computer lab.
I remember the motto is keep out impurity and clean
your school and the society at large?.
12 pm, now after noon
the beach will overflow soon
glow of the sun spins around the world
boys enjoy watching bikini clad girls...
the sun
the sand
pretty girls
getting tan
the waves
music plays
almost naked bodies
sway
smiles and looks
hearts getting hooked
wear shades to be coy
sly girls look at boys
summer sun shines
partying time
beach volleyball
melting ice cream sun thaws
sun bathing on a beach towel
don't need an umbrella anyhow
applying sun screen
topless lady what a scene
people enjoying the sun
for a day of summer fun
lovers stroll together by the shore
surfers launching their surf boards
children swimming, granny in tube floats
in the distance speed boats
purple noon in july
underneath blue summer sky
perfect day for fun
basking in the glow of summer sun.
Shoppers beware!
The end of the world sale starts now
Buy if you dare!
Won't make a difference anyhow
Handle with care!
There will be no refunds allowed
It isn't fair!
I'm always the last in the crowd
I can't really think of a number.? If seems almost irrelevant
Now.' It well might be? plus twenty million, if the lawyers
Get involved? anyhow.' For giving wrong terms to your
Prisoner out of 'context and reason' to boot.' Punished
Unduly on 'a nations behalf i can think only? oh shoot.!! By the way.' Do all agree
its un-wanted; outrageous??. Well its time
To get talking and stand.' sending your emails in blizzards, throughout all.. And every part of the land'
Now today' this undue punisment of Tommy.' It Could be
One of your own sons; can you see? Oh and just b t w.! I'm sure he'd
Wecome support; from of, the whole Commonwealth family! from its length
And its breadth may i say.? For its this mothers son at
The moment.' Held in contempt of humanitys better ways' Can you hear me in Oz and NZ? Even Canada??
Or no matter how far away? throw now, all weight behind
Freeing someone, who desired a life just better, in his days.'
He's no coward, no offender to children! Yet suffers bad
Karma most quyeer' Now get him out from the
Drabness of prison, into the light; into the freedom of a life with no fear.!
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