Falling into a cavern,
My patterns hold me down,
Drowning in the currents,
I'm taken from my consent,
Deeper and deeper I went,
Finding comfort in torment,
Learning to implement the tools,
Losing my way over and over,
Choosing to grow older,
My heart grows colder,
Another boulder to move,
Proving i move mountains,
A fountain of possibilities,
Springs up before me,
Seeing another way home,
Roaming the dark corridors,
Hidden within my core,
Revealing many more,
Unexplored patterns inside,
Slipping on pride,
I slide into another experience,
The interference has me shaking,
I'm making hasty decisions,
My vision over ridden by fear,
I peer passed my present,
Resenting what could've been,
If I hadn't fallen again,
In the dark I sit and wait,
For my patterns to take the bait.
Some have better things to do,
before the crack of morn,
than digging for earthworms
in the dew-soaked dawn,
but no not me, you see,
as, the longer I looked
for the creepy-crawlies,
the more I was hooked.
'Why that time of day?', ask you may,
well, as my daily wish, is a tasty breakfast dish,
I had heard, somewhat like the bird,
the early worm catches the fish.
Lives of sound health:
It's a rare wealth,
Like sounds of drums-
Happiness comes...
What rhythms fit,
Dancing legs split.
Bata drums keep,
Whole body deep,
Into its beats...
With all aesthetes
That summon stance,
Which beats romance.
It does take strength,
To last at length,
With set pattern...
Not of modern,
Skip; leap- series:
Rhythmic ease...
Brings lively haste,
Twisting each waist,
On sandy soil.
Yielded souls boil...
Hot drill's leisure,
Cum shared pleasure!
What a black Bait,
Only skills rate-
Its rhyming steps,
That culture reps.
Holds attention;
Toy contention.
Ah hope, what an enduring bait!
It hides the hook to hibernate
Till chances come to knock
And ship anchors at dock,
Serene like storks hope opts to wait--
As clued as a clock clicks,
Tick-tock, tick-tock as ticks
Till luck bites on a distant date.
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Musings | 13.11.2025 | hope, humour, fate, limerick
Note: Indeed, luck is for him who hangs on in hope, hiding the bait. Luck only bites on the due date. But those that lose hope give up.
red robin
chirps a joyous song ~
courting call
you be the decoy, the bait, he said
why me? she wondered. Does he want me dead?
they were partners, detectives in D.C.
perpetrator would go after the likes of she.
I’m in a boat
can you see me
p s i s i
c a n g
j
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s
t
k
i
d
d
i
n
g
I’m in a boat
can you see me
v i
a n
w g
Come on in
Let’s take a swim
m
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V R O R
O E B A D
~~~~~~~~~ \…………/
We will use you as bait, she said
I stared at my partner, the head detective
Wishing that I had paid attention
Bait
It's So Hard
To Please Your
Master
When Your
Master
Is
One.
-Gray Squirrel
01-04-2025
• In the good ol' days
• I used to wait
• Nowadays I'm used as bait
Isn't that fish called
Bunkers, it's bait fish
To some it is bait
For most of us here
In the Philippines
It's called Breakfast
Lunch and Dinner
For a few days.
My cat Anna
She likes to slide
Anna Banana
Coming in wide
Riding on the slimy peel
Paws stained bright yellow
Chasing after her next meal
Furry white mouse fellow
Stopping short, missing the turn
Sliding past the bait
Doesn't learn, feeling the burn
Tasty treat will have to wait
Mouse scurries out the gate
Poor cat always late
Yo-ho, all together
Hoist the colors high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars
Never shall we die-
Sail the seas, calm or rugged
See what lies underneath
Creatures of old, the ship they drugged
To the cold of the sea, beneath
Among the men, there was a treasure
Diamond in the rough-
Chased by men, for their pleasure
Till she had had, enough
In the waves, conscious faded
There the Siren found
Her claim, long awaited
Deep in the sea, she drowned
brown skin baby feet
muddy waters slavery
aligator bait
I was having a beer at the bar then she walked in
It was more of a strut with the sway of her hips.
Her ruby red lips were made for kissing
In the mirror behind the bar
I caught her looking at me and raised my glass.
She waited a while before she sat beside me.
She ordered whiskey, neat
Smelled like lavender and honey and I'd bet money
she'd talk to me before I'd say a word to her.
I thought - 'which of us is using the best bait.'
I got a nibble when she asked what I was drinking.
I turned my head but all I said was, 'a cold one.'
Her great big gorgeous green eyes
would've caught me if I was a fish.
"Don't talk much, do you? Or maybe you have 'issues."
She questioned my "manhood."
I stood to adjust my pants and her eyes bit my fly.
I told her, "My eyes are up here."
She smiled as I reeled her in.
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