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In a Parallel Universe

In a parallel universe
Is there another me? 
Somewhere in a parallel universe
Quite near, yet very far
In a magical world
Where I have long white wings
I wave them upon mighty Oceans
Against the ferocious storms
Rest them on crowded offshoots of dark jungles
And return back at night to the den
That lies up in mountains ___ above the clouds... 

In yet another universe near by
Is there a different me__? 
Trapped inside a cage
Wings atrophied__
The art of flying forgotten__
Even the desire __ to take a flight __is dead
Just walls __
And walks__ In a close loop... 

Or is it just me? 
One and only __ in the unlimited multiverses

But these feelings in my beating heart__
Something in my mind___ tells me
They exist... 
Are they, like me, thinking about me__ right now? 

What if one of them open a portal 
And enter my world___
How would we feel? 
Would we like each others’ life style? 
Or is it, “grass is always greener on the other side”

But I wish her to be the one with mighty feathers
Would Swipe my life with her __ for a day or two
To feel my long dark hair
Floating on air waves
As I glide and soar high & high
Above the world
In a sweel parallel universe 

(10th July 2021)
Paghunda Zahid

Premium Member Greener Grass

The road not travelled
Seems like the better one.
We doubt out choices
Thinking we've missed the fun.

The grass is greener
On the other side they say.
But those on the other side
Think we've found the better way.

People aren't content,
They think they've missed out.
Being thankful for what you have
Is what it's really all about.

The grass growing on this side
Is the same as over there.
Finding someone happy
With his lot in life is rare.




 for the contest "In Other Words" : The Grass is always greener on the other side

Watch Me

The grass is always greener on the other side but to my surprise I was told lies. I didn’t realize until I opened my eyes. You can’t trust everybody. Some people are demons in disguise. They try to knock me down but still I rise. They try to get on my level I leave the ground and fly. See I been about mine; I watch my money sort of like a spy. Try to play me you will end up like an episode of CSI. Divas tell me Rita B don’t be so fly. Chicks try to get in the game but they not I. I come at you from a different direction; my fam don’t play you might need witness protection. No sleep, if a nigga don’t work he don’t eat. Watch your ***** coz when she see my crew she going to creep like TLC. You don’t really have to believe just watch me.


Premium Member Happy Fool

If the glass is half empty
let it overflow into a cup
If your down and out
just jump right up
If your feeling mighty blue
remember that puppies always love you

Happy fool, happy fool
life is at an ease
Happy fool, happy fool
doing what you please
For if you desire only to smile
then the whole world becomes your best pal

If the grass is always greener on the other side
then take down the fences that only divide
If your afraid of what you don't know
start out with a smile and a friendly hello
If you never met a person who wasn't a friend
don't worry about racing for you already win

Happy fool, happy fool
life is at an ease
Happy fool, happy fool
doing what you please
For if you desire to only smile
then the whole world becomes your best pal

If you have simple kindness in your heart
If you love life cause it's a start
If you find happiness in all you do
then there is no fool in you

Perception

The grass is always greener on the other side: says who?
It may just be perception not necessarily the truth
Ugly is not bad neither is beautiful necessarily good
It may be just perception
You see my son with wisdom you will begin to see in between the lines,
Of seemingly complex issues. 
Thinking a river is shallow might be wrong perception.
In times of trouble never be in a hurry to take decisions just like the wrong, misconception of a river being shallow.
In the same vein don’t hurry to jump into every matter with your mouth first,
It is a foolish act.
You see when the spirit man is well fed you perceive differently
Eureka! You begin to see opportunities everywhere. 
Impossibilities become impossible.
How dangerous it is for a man to use the binoculars of- 
flesh to view the supposedly greener grass on the other side
All that glitters is not gold as the saying goes,
Even in the spiritual Satan parades himself as an angel of light.
Perceive rightly and you are in for bliss  
For wise choices and decisions will always be profitable
So what rules your sight?
What do you see?
Are you optimistic?
Who are your friends?
 These we ponder over as we journey the earth
Heaven or Hell bound are all destinations
Heavenly supernatural perception remains king in this fallen world
The only recipe to win the battles of life
Even as we bask in the glory of Jehovah
Shalom

Greed

Greed is a gambler...dropping the dice...high anxiety rambler
Roller coaster ride...eyes and ears set to extreme
Back and forth up and down...black, blue, and blurred in a blink in the breeze
Jokers always looking for that big jackpot...red lights roar and the sirens scream
Endlessly searching for that sure fire scheme
Stain glass sinner on a winning week

Greed is a gangster...pulling big paper and pushing bad bullets
Hair trigger henchman getting bigger and badder
Rob to get richer...gruesome giant starts to grow
Grabbing and getting...never giving back what he stole
Teardrops on tombstones...still ruthlessly he rolls

Greed is a gold digger...Pearl necklace on a pig
Smooth and sexy swine
Drunk on diamonds and dollars...demoness dressed so divine
Keep taking until it's all took
Corrupt with the coochie...that cutie's a crook
Sweat stains on the silver spoon
Her shadows turn to slaves
Prostitute her pride but she's still getting paid

Greed runs out of gas and leaves it's victims burned and bashed
Lies get told like whips and lashes leaving you cashed out cold just like a hot check
Greed always gets another to do its dark bidding
so it can live longer and keep on sinning
Greed says the grass is always greener on the other side of the hole
Greedy death is what you get when your master is more


The Reverse Psychology of Miss-Use

A simple observation of the things that people take,
Life in general without it, and the difference it would make.
Grass is always greener on the other side,
Happy to abuse ourselves, while our eyes are open wide.

But what would we then do, if life didn’t need that buzz?
We’d wake up high and wasted, and all consumed with love.
Nothing would ever matter, importantness wouldn’t exist.
Would we plod on regardless, in this natural legal bliss?

The norm would be abnormal, and visa versa too,
We’d tire of it eventually, and look to something new.
With everything so “right on” we’d really should be glad,
But the human nature down side, we want what we can’t have.

We’d bore of happy highs, get tired of that buzz,
Always yearning opposite, nothing seems enough.
The point that I am making, is easy to surmise,
Desire always for different, greed lurks in our eyes.

Always wanting more, a sad fact that is true,
Who can predict temptation and what it makes us do?
Onwards like a driving force, the ultimate we can get,
Be it drink, fags, drugs, sex or work, we’re all caught in the net.

What's It Like To Be a Twin

The answer used to come with great ease
My answer wasn’t an answer at all, but a complimentary question,
“What’s it like to not be a twin?”

I bypassed the story of the grape jelly on mom’s new carpet when we were toddlers, 

The 8 years of elementary school and junior high where we shared a classroom,
In 8 years I never had to write down an assignment, she was the conscientious one,

I played the violin, she played the piano, when my brother came home from the seminary  UNSUPPORTED CODE WE UNSUPPORTED CODE  gave him a concert

We weren’t identical, she was the cautious one, I was the adventurer
She took a job in high school, and when time came to retire, she was still working for that company,

On the other hand I changed employers every few years, “the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence”.

She never lived more than about 5 miles from our childhood home, yet in her travels to Europe she probably logged more passenger miles than I did including two tours of duty in Thailand and four on Guam.

Now I am alone, my coconspirator has passed on,
I’ll have to take blame for the jelly on the carpet, take down my own assignments, and do everything the same way that single birth people have always done.

What’s it like to be a twin?
It’s like no experience you have ever had, you’re always connected, you grow up with a built in playmate, you have someone that always takes a special interest in your wellbeing.  

I realize all this now because she’s gone,  now I see what  it’s like to be a single birth and frankly, it’s a much bleaker existence than being a twin, to be more direct, being a single sucks, I want my twin back.
© Jim Martin  Create an image from this poem.

Green Colored Grass

Green Colored Grass
   
 The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence,
But that fence is so high off the ground.
I search for a ladder so I can get across,
But neither a ladder or even a foot stool can be found.
 
I look at the fence with a critical eye,
Why do you have to be so difficult, I shout.
I shake my fist and become so mad,
Then I cross my arms and sit to pout.
 
Why would God want to tempt me so much,
I just want to see that rich, green grass growing.
For my own grass is brown and looking dead,
Soon even the dirt underneath will be showing.
 
I have heard all the people talking of that grass over there,
They say it is soft enough to make a bed.
I raise my head with a soft smile on my face,
All the while visions of the other grass were in my head.
 
When I finally decided I would just climb the fence,
The sun was already starting to go down.
Would I really have to wait for the morning,
I thought with a frown.
 
I gathered my courage and just enough speed,
Then ran at the tall fence like a mad hen.
Of course I fell down and hit my head,
And I can’t say what happened then.
 
The fence just opened up to let me in,
And a man was there with a smile on his face.
He called me over with a wave of his hand,
But for some reason, I no longer coveted that place.
 
I looked around me at all I had close by,
A swing and an old wagon from years long ago,
And the tree I had planted with my own two hands,
With the house on top after it started to grow.
 
These were all things I once held dear,
But I had forgotten to care for them in the rush of living.
The man beckoned to me from the other side,
But I had some much needed care to be giving.
 
I watered my brown, dying grass that day,
Then I laid back and watched the sky.
I knew God had made the fence high for a reason,
And I was thankful he hadn’t allowed me to fly.
 
And soon my own grass was a rich lush green,
And I thought it too could make a bed.
My family all stood outside with me in it,
And all my happy thoughts barely stayed in my head.
The End.

“If the grass is looking greener on the other side, it is time to water your own 
lawn.” – Unknown.
© Amy Richie  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Stupid Things People Say

Stupid Things People Say.
.
Stupid things people say
I hear them every day
.
Is it the weather or me?
How do you want your tea
In or out
Well it make more sense to have it in a cup 
To me
.
Is that a guitar on your shoulder?
No it’s an ironing board
And a boulder
Can you play?
No I just carry it about all day
.
Is that a camera are you filming?
No I’ve got something stuck in my eye
Goodbye
.
Are they your dogs?
No I’m taking them back for the ransom money
Are you trying to be funny honey?
.
It always rains but never pours 
So you've been to this planet before?
.
I’m going shopping for a bargain
Not if you didn’t want it in the first place
 Not another frying pan and cardigan
.
Money makes the world go round
Well if it does
Here’s half a crown
.
I bet you were a beautiful baby
I still am beautiful 
Lady
.
The wheels on the bus go around and around
Of course they do
Or we’d never get around
.
The grass is always greener on the other side
Not if you have a mudslide
.
You never know what’s around the corner
I do
Big Ada I have to warn you
.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush?
.

Peter Dome©2020.
© Peter Dome  Create an image from this poem.

Green Is

Green is spring's renewal and rebirth.
The indication that things will bloom. 
The love of a gardener with a green thumb,
Or green envy for those with brown who think
Grass is always greener on the other side.

Green is the combination of yellow and blue.
It's the color of inspiration and growth.
If I keep a four-leaf clover in my heart
Will the spring songbirds sing?

Rose Colored Glasses

If grass is always greener                                                                                                 on the other side of the fence                                                                                             that means I would have                                                                                                   to mow more grass
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.

Thats What They Say

they say the grass is always greener on the other side
but that's ment for those that have something to hide
the ones that keep secrets hidden deep inside
they use that just to protect their pride.....

they say it's better to give than to recieve
well that's what they have tought us to believe
but as long as this world is consumed with greed
i'm going to try to get everything i need.....

they say u cant judge a book by it's cover
well that would be true if the world did'nt critisize each other
but just because we are not all the same color 
does'nt mean we cant get alone with one another....

they can say this and they can say that
 and this is what throws us all off track
but no-one really cares about the facts
 cause truth is we all are known by the way we act 

......

K-I-Smet Almost Done

Time is a man made construct whose sole purpose is to bring an ordered form to the 
events of our lives. It has no place in the overall picture where what is…is, and what 
isn’t may be but remains to be seen.

When you have just slipped and cut off your foot with an axe…that is not the time to 
worry if you damaged its cutting edge.

To fear death is to fear life, neither one do we get a vote in, and both will occur 
whether we like it or not.

BETWEEN BLACK AND WHITE ARE COUNTLESS SHADES OF GREY. IF THESE SHADES 
OF GREY ARE NOT CONSIDERED, FACTORED, AND APPLICABLE, THE INDIVIDUAL 
NATURE OF THINGS IS FOR ALL PURPOSES DENIED.

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. If not pass a law that 
says it must be.

If we pull onto a road and drive long enough without exiting, we are assured in 
arriving exactly where it leads.

When somebody else holds the reins of your mount, do not expect a pleasant ride.

The only way to insure your vote does not count, is to not use it.

Just because we choose not to accept or believe does not mean it is not true.

It is ok to have an opinion on everything…if you are willing to change one or two a 
day. In other words be careful of trying to project your beliefs on any situation, 
because at the bottom line the truth is, and belief is merely that…belief. Take your 
time and seek the truth.

It is ridiculous to claim anybody died before their time. Every person is guaranteed 
by birth exactly the amount of time they have coming…Thank you Lord

If caught in an avalanche, a wise man does not place his trust in an umbrella.

It is not cowardice if you are merely choosing your field of battle.

If your goal is victory remember it does not have to happen today.

A wise man takes his time and wins…fools rush to their defeat.

There are no accidents…everything is founded in cause and effect. 

The greatest impediment to the truth… is belief.

The journey of self discovery is but eternity in length.

Greener, Greener, Greener Still

"The grass is always greener on the other side."
"The sun shines brighter for others and not me."
Boohoo, cry me a river. I have a tiny violin.
You can borrow it when you sing your sob song.
It plays rather well to the tune of, “POOR ME!!!”
Further more the grass isn’t always greener.
For your information my grass is pretty damn green.
They just wont let me walk on it.

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