Best Adjustable Poems
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Gootle joins a puppet-show
First night He is a king KongGo
But who the hell is this in the front row?
His own half hand is scratching a big toe
Of which leg he draws a blank and cries out "No"
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Gootle says Hi to his first leg Pi
"Eat a double pie', first leg says, 'with a paste of rye'
His two legs say, "No No its not fair we are in democracy Bhai"
Bhai= A Hindi/Bengali word for brother
Gootle is a creature half-human half-puppet- a humpet, a polite being . He has three eyes on the back of his head( color: blue). He is three legged and two-and-a -half-handed. Body Color: orange. He has no hair and no ears.But he is neither bald nor deaf. He has a long nose -adjustable min 2" max 9". I cannot post his pic because I am not a premium member.However, you can feel his presence slowly.
For copyright reasons he has changed his name from Gubble to Gootle. He never suffers a lack of appetite.His primary foods are: fun bread, nonsense soup, curry of love with a sprinkle of pamper and a dessert of affection( Sorry,Demetrios he has changed his diet a bit).
Line of inquiry
‘Minus Identity Who am I’
‘What a piece of work is a man!’
……… ………
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust’
(Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act II, scene 2)
From Shakespeare, through Hamlet,
It rings down to generations
And falls heavily in my ears too.
In vain, I attempt to probe into the mystery
Nay, the enigma called man,
Both in the silence of my solitude,
And in the learned circle of friends.
(Fool…! Unable to find who you are,
Can you venture to say who the other man is?)
Man is a jumble of contradictions,
I know, a hard nut to crack!
So unfathomable, so mysterious
At once a Satan and an angel
To the outer world I am someone.
But in the well-guarded cellars of my privacy
Aren’t I different?
Hiding my innards to light, as every other man.
Am I not a masked player in life’s pantomime!
I wonder what’s true to my being
And what makes me, the real me.
I see contradictions abound in me
And my personality, like an ocean is volatile,
Sometimes tranquil, sometimes agitated
Placid without waves very often,
But at times roaring with billows crashing!
I am openminded, but hide many secrets.
I am instinctively emotional, but mature.
I am an extrovert and feel happy in company,
But I like to withdraw into loneliness often.
I am mostly thoughtful, but tend to overthink.
I act confident but am diffident at heart.
Though satisfied with what I get,
I tend to crave more for the love people give me.
I am a poet and an artist, feeding on the encouragement I get
And stimulated by internal inspiration.
I am never a nosy parker, but curious about things
That pique my interest, be it of people or of the world.
I am a good listener, but need someone to listen to me.
I am easy to get along with, but get easily flustered.
I am compassionate, adjustable, loyal and humble.
At best I am a child of God, but lets the Satan,
Take over me sometimes when my temper rises.
How often, I wish to change myself
Change some of my characteristic traits
But minus my identity, I fear who I will be?
Life Is A Brothel
Life is a brothel she says
Zipping ten centimetres up the crotch of her
Diesel jeans
How many jobs do you have to take to remove your nose
from the rotten-egg stench; how many chances do you have to give
the adjustable lighting
to sweep away for you the connections
to breath-gaps?
translated from Hebrew:
Alexa Christopher-Daniels
My Mate’s Car
It’s a limousine Cadillac with all the luxuries you would want. Check it out as he drives past. He has electric windows for hot July days. A digital stereo to blare his metal music out on front and back speakers, buck the old people! With a sunroof to chill with when out with his itch. When the sun dies darkness falls, ok! Got front fog lamps to dazzle other drivers. Baked up by levelling headlamps aimed rite into their eyes! With an adjustable steering wheel that gives enough room for his itch to fit snugly between his eggs to fix his rock. His doors are secure with central looking so no cop can stop the illegal act. What a machine!
Our latest product is the Viv mark one,
please stop and take a gander,
coated with skin of medium grit
and an ass like an orbital sander.
Adjustable nozzle to help you reach
in all those hard to get places,
plus two large air vents for cold air intake
on a range of adjustable faces.
Exhaust pipe set down around the back
starts first time on the coldest mornings,
but use of improper fuels may lead
to blowbacks without warning.
Will decorate, and dig, and clean
all your household stubborn grime
and is guaranteed to get all jobs done
in probably six months time.
For contest 'Make me laugh', sponsor Robert Haigh
24th February 2018
Agonizing hours blend int days,
Morning, noon, and night;
Trivial things, mere details,
Who spends time thinking about
What means nothing to you?
Poisonous clouds infect the air,
Invading and corroding every
Nearby surface, leaving no mistake
Of poisons that come in waves,
Through tunnels and into dark caverns
Stabbing the brain with a bitter, twisted knife.
Through adjustable chambers that
Penetrate and deliver their unholy burden,
Waves of agony and ecstasy burst forth
Drawing another sheep into the fold.
Through turbulent and raging winds,
Passed through beads of glass,
Shrouds of tender death
Freezing all life it meets into dust.
Two shades left of alive
With one foot in the grave
Staggering up and over again
To keep the fire burning still.
A mind encased by fetters,
A body crippled and broken
Keeping the wheel spinning
Without ever slowing down.
In the fantasizing brains of all Nigerian Fulanis,
Including their kindergarten still urinating on nannies;
All the entries and exits within country’s Aso Rock
To keep obeying their adjustable, Fulani clock!
Presently, the unstoppable aspiration of the Purest Hausa teens
Recklessly announcing the same to their napkins:
The Achilles Heel of the Brazilian Football Team,
Easily her ruinous tears commanding,
When she should a loser’s smile beam,
This, thorough Good Breeding demanding.
By the United States beautifully masked,
In her playing of Uncle Tom, enormously tasked;
Her millions of Dollars readily releasing
A loved President, the next election, losing!
To nearly every deprived tribe
Something to fight with the fattest bribe
Or surrender with a loaded gun
Making sure it doesn’t away run!
I’ve tried to The Mentality justify,
Baring a Bible verse that does it fortify…
Or so to me it had seemed
Or, probably, I has deemed…
‘The Elder shall serve The younger’…
And God must’ve, the service years, made longer!
All leaders are enough capable
To remove problems analyzable;
They set few goals achievable,
And strive to solve snags tangle.
Ready to meet challenges triple
Without any hurry or hustle.
Calm in disasters are as a temple
Faith and hope run apprehensible
In them, and are always adjustable
With all – top to bottom in jostle.
Have rights and duties analyzable
Keep them at length allowable;
War! Can forever involve trouble
Ready to fight with vigour amusable.
Leadership is a quality - acquittal
For those in difficulty are adjustable.
Beating below belt not admirable
Kind yet hard like a steel, abominable
And sweet both lie in a leader capable.
Solidly soft, yet greatly defendable;
Rigid, tough but right in tight tousle.
Napoleon and Gandhi are available
With him to any problem tackle.
Modi’s tongue, Teresa’s struggle –
All are there in a leader capable.
My losing struggle with not so easy "chair"
buoyed me aloft beyond
outer limits of the twilight zone
where dark shadows
lurked along green acres
creating hee haw sounds.
Aforementioned adventure
occurred countless years ago,
nevertheless psychological
repercussions persist
to this April eighteenth
two thousand and twenty three.
I admit not to be
that personality type,
who takes seat
of the pants dare
devilish death defying acts,
but remains on the straight
and true, yet still quite aware,
a series of unfortunate events
may arise clear
out of the blue, no matter
the weather temperate,
moderate and fair
nonetheless, this rather innocuous
no sweat whim methought
to raise cushioned
"supposedly knob intending
for height adjustable"
comfortable office chair,
thus fingers toyed with
this, that, or another lever
(envision finger pointing
under padding for rear),
thus nonchalantly, I blindly
jiggled one hand size pedal
appurtenance after another,
when lo and behold
whew ohhh....nooo...,
whoo ahh, way up into
the rarefied atmosphere,
yours truly did unexpectedly
vertically set sail
way past the timberline,
then OUCH each ear
snapped, crackled, and
popped, then suddenly
this chap buoyed aloft,
went temporarily deaf, oh no...,
now get this aside being
unable to hear
the sun at high altitude
creating blinding glare,
meanwhile propulsive
thrust sent me career
ring at light speed, whereat
at the least one shiver
ran down my spine
raising each small hair,
but the biggest fright
arose upon just missing
(by the skin of my teeth),
hence reason I wear dentures
colliding into a Lear
jet, no doubt the pilot,
(and motley crue) near
lee went berserk (indicated by
the dramatically erratic flight pattern),
which did appear
to shrink in size mere
lee, the rapid transit,
which wind shear
felt like a bajillion
pounds per square
inch of pressure tear
ring, pushing, and pulling
my body in all directions
pirouetting me like
a whirling dervish
spinning ever farther
distant from Earth
by many a light year!
i...t'was just outside, um...
with a camera's eye
on glistening snow trails
colored rainbow by setting sun
what the eye hides means...
for both retinal and brain cells time
has evolve(d) an innate self-protecting
system with limits seen as a 'shut-down'
'hence caution means proper-technology only'...
a self-adjusting camera and film that
may be used for science and a computer
to balance the brightness of red and blue and't
"a blackness space-patch appers a 'window' in a blue-sky..."
the sun appears a very close star in a blackened
circular-space seen by adjustable camera lens and film
it looks like a giant moon is too close (like in star-trek some
times an empty space appears in the middle anywhere)
stan sand
(caution: do not try without proper equipment; you'll go blind)
The clock is ticking by,it has been the story of new era,
The step of improvisation taken by 'GLAMOURQUEEN'Shakira
Have a look all around the world the would be people,
with smiling pout
Front cameras in action taking selfies out of doubt.
Selfies have changed the technique of photography since past few years.
Yes, it's true people do take selfies in both happiness and in tears.
Whether it's a happy or a sad gear selfies are a must.
Hence if you don't adhere to it your phone is going to rust.
There's no one here whose day passes without a selfie dear.
No matter whether it's an occasion of tear or cheer
Besides the clicking camera sound,
The sound of others calling you 'SELFIESH' you can hear.
Getting different poses to post,
In the world which is virtual for different gears.
Bulging lips and tucked stomach for the photo to appear real
It is 'KALIYUGA'now as the call it dear.
To get your photos clicked, one has to be 'SELFIESH' dear
But wait, in order to have selfies with adjustable backgrounds,
One forgets about the dangers lurking around
It seems 'HUMPTY DUMPTY' had a great fall while clicking a selfies around,
This 'Beware however 'SELFIESH' you are,
For your loved one you are the twinkling star.
1
A wind scared of roaches
Blew fiercely over the sea
Gootle sank or swum.
2
Gootle made a bow
To the king of England
And gave his nose to the war minister for a repair.
3
Gootle has no ear
But it's not a matter of fear
He has heard it from a reliable sphere.
Gootle is a creature half-human half-puppet- a humpet, a polite being . He has three eyes on the back of his head( color: blue). He is three legged and two-and-a -half-handed. Body Color: orange. He has no hair and no ears.But he is neither bald nor deaf. He has a long nose -adjustable min 2" max 9". I cannot post his pic because I am not a premium member.However, you can feel his presence slowly.
For copyright reasons he has changed his name from Gubble to Gootle.
RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
Gootle bought a springbok(money no problem)
Passed to it a dibbuk
The springbok ran with a little wren
Gootle booked a Reebok ( money?, no problem)
dibbuk= a demon that enters the body of a living person and controls that body's behavior ( found in Jewish Folklore)
Gootle is a creature half-human half-puppet- a humpet, a polite being . He has three eyes on the back of his head( color: blue). He is three legged and two-and-a -half-handed. Body Color: orange. He has no hair and no ears.But he is neither bald nor deaf. He has a long nose -adjustable min 2" max 9". I cannot post his pic because I am not a premium member.However, you can feel his presence slowly.
For copyright reasons he has changed his name from Gubble to Gootle. He never suffers a lack of appetite.His primary foods are: fun bread, nonsense soup, curry of love with a sprinkle of pamper and a dessert of affection( Sorry,Demetrios he has changed his diet a bit).
RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
He wrote a big sign pointed to the sky
Aimed at space ships just passing by;
All Alien life forms catered for, it said,
Full English B& B with King Sized Bed.
He didn’t think about it any more
Until the slosh came at his door.
Standing there with a large suit case
A column of water with a vague face,
Which sort of said in a rippling way
Is the bed still vacant just now today?
Full English breakfast would be so good
Four sausages please and some black pud.
He tried so hard and did his best
And he passed some form of test;
Only an official from Galaxy Northern HQ
Who just happened to be passing through!
He got Five Stars and One Anchor rating
With special mention of the catering.
He can charge astronomical rates
To that official and all its mates
Who tend to drop in from the sky
When they happen to be passing by.
His story doesn’t just end here:
Galactic Entrepreneur of the Year,
He’s opened up a brand new place
Just on the fringes of outer space,
Which won Nine Stars for being so cool
For providing Chess and Eight Ball pool
With special facilities for those not able
To properly stand and reach the table
And something really very new
A fully adjustable billiard cue
So much better than the norm
For adjusting to Alien Life Form.
Here endeth this tale on such notes of joy
Concerning success of made good local boy
It’s wonderful to look upon me,
exactly at the moment of my entry.
Stepping into the light to decide my fate _
Thinking of which bold move do I make.
Hmmm, Shall washing my face be of my first choice;
Then brush and gargle to freshen my breath and voice.
Or need I seat upon the fair thinking chair?
Cleanse the body spray freshener into the air.
Be mindful of the plight of the toilet brush.
Periodically reaching back to courtesy flush.
I could partake of that appealing waterfall.
With the adjustable faucet for short or tall.
Yawning loudly and extending my arms, yet not touch the shower tree.
No, it can’t be climbed, it’s just something to look at, something to see.
Mi Ban~o is designed not with a standard matching set.
Only of random bits and pieces of the best, we could get.
Twirling in the opened space atop my throw rug.
Appreciatively loving life_ arms folded in a hug.
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