I think I am an oxymoron
quite different but the same.
Understanding less is more
Subdued, yet can’t be tamed.
I’ll split in two while being whole
ditzy and still brainy.
Make many plans without a goal
be sad while being zany,
Have champagne taste with beery purse
find ugly very pretty.
Feel really blessed that I’m so cursed
quite stupid when I’m witty.
You see, there’s more than one of me
sometimes I’m up when down.
Politely rude when wrong but right
Show then a smiling frown.
Clearly confused, I know I am
more forward than behind.
Get close to you while staying free
be stingy when I’m kind.
Loud silence lets me contemplate
and dream when I’m awake.
To keep in front, I must backdate
my words, just give or take.
Categories:
backdate, confusion, humor,
Form: Other
Guide and guard that mandate
Using all gadgets like a racquet
within the bracket.
Against all bandits and pirates.
Tho' it's after the similitude
of the mantle on Elisha from Elijah
which made the former to sell all his cattle.
Unknown to him, it was a miracle
Luv, retire from that racket
All because you aspire to acquire a rocket.
It may end like a cricket
or lack a backdate to lactate a rebate.
It's beyond a debate amongst your classmate,
roommate or age mate.
It's carrying an expiry date not minding your data base.
Man-date says you are a man with dates.
Categories:
backdate, religion,
Form: Free verse