It’s perhaps accident, chaos
Happens to rhyme well with Davos—
A talk shop of the world
Where bales of wisdom’s heard,
A shop known for big talk
Nonstop and round the clock,
Where every voice is virtuous!
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Happenings |22.01.2023| limerick, humour
Poet’s note: There might be paucity of snow in this ski resort, but not of sound bites in this talk shop called World Economic Forum. And after A to Z deliberations they all go back to their old ways. Perhaps this is why this year’s WEF at Davos seems to have lost some of its old shine, which sundry god-men tried to make good with some pious talks.
My mother said stop crying Son, it’s not a pretty sight
I said I thought my girl was waiting ’til the time was right
But tonight the girl that I’ve been seeing since December
Says she only sleeps with men who have a twelve inch member
I said you should accept your men the way they’re made by God
And not insist that every lover has a twelve inch rod
I told her we were finished and was she having a laugh
Not even for you babe, will I fold my thing in half
Some people’s bark
is worse than their bite
Most of their heavy big talk
sounds like
small pipsqueak speech that’s really light
They got a habit of making themselves
more than what they truly are
They got a resume that’s looks worse than
a twice lemon squeezed used car
Take them at their word ...
as is, with a grain of salt
Every promise that you heard
is only show biz
Ain’t nothing ever their fault
They got a carny bark
worse than an old hound dog bite
They make a lot of blustery boasts,
but they ain’t got much street fight
Yet, there’s one thing they most certainly are:
they’re worse than a Freddy Kruger nightmare
So don’t let them get into your dreams too far,
you don’t wanna get bitten by a bad news bear
I love you for the glittering constellations in the depths of your eyes when you speak.
I love you for the face that has a smile set on default.
I love you for the soft electric buzz that comes from the flame spangled strands of your hair that reflect your soul.
I love you for the sunlight that radiates from your being out of your body and blossoms brightly on my skin,
I light up kissed by your rays and cannot help but sing your songs.
I love your natural ability to turn small talk into big talk,sunny and wholesome talk bursting at the seams full of the iredescent stars of other universes.
I love your parallel mindset, the way you pick colours in every concept that exists only to your minds eye and revel in the beauty of this concept overall, though it was you that made it beautiful.
I love your bravery, showing me the dark grey shadows of your worst fears, letting them flutter out between your teeth.
I love that your soul always wears a rich crown of petals,
You are a fresh green apple to a scurvied salior,crunchy and healing, bright ght and whole.
I love that I haven't used my poetic license to romanticise or exaggerate,
Your are the definition of to scintillate
My daddy was my loved hero
when I was a tiny sprite.
To walk along beside him, was
for me a great delight.
I loved the swish of overalls
as he carried in the milk.
To me the sound was sweeter
than the soft rustle of silk.
I wondered why my sock clad legs
would not make that unique sound.
But it really didn’t matter
when my daddy was around.
I vowed he would be like Daddy,
the only kind I’d marry.
I’d hear the swish of overalls
as the foaming milk he’d carry.
Although that was not to happen
in spite of my big talk,
I dressed my son in overalls
the day he learned to walk.
By: Joyce Johnson Won a second in Jeans contest
(they weren't called jeans in Daddy's day.)
For Nette Onclaud's contest "It's In the Jeans"
Close my eyes,
what I see?
I see you,
I see me,
I see death,
I can't breathe,
take a breath,
nothing left.
Open eyes,
now its time,
time to shine,
that's my gun,
oh what fun,
pull the trigger,
whats that word?
with an N?
Now you made,
a mistake,
that mistake,
cost you bad,
oh how sad,
blows your mind,
how this world,
makes you hurl.
I am here,
you are there,
what is next?
your move tex,
you have talked,
a big talk,
now you don't
walk the walk.
Must be this,
that is pointed,
at your face,
what a waste,
of a life,
and tonight,
its that life,
I will take.
Pull the trigger,
it feels great,
the release,
all the hate,
penetrates,
and in case,
you survive,
empty case.
Close my eyes,
what I see?
I see you,
I see me,
I see fate,
I can't breathe,
can not take,
all this hate.
Lets stop now,
no more fights,
no more cries,
no more lies,
lets be one,
lets unite,
you and me,
victory!!
Close my eyes,
what I see?
I see you,
I see me,
I see death,
I can't breathe,
take a breath,
nothing left.
Open eyes,
now its time,
time to shine,
that's my gun,
oh what fun,
pull the trigger,
whats that word?
with an N?
Now you made,
a mistake,
that mistake,
cost you bad,
oh how sad,
blows your mind,
how this world,
makes you hurl.
I am here,
you are there,
what is next?
your move tex,
you have talked,
a big talk,
now you don't
walk the walk.
Must be this,
that is pointed,
at your face,
what a waste,
of a life,
and tonight,
its that life,
I will take.
Pull the trigger,
it feels great,
the release,
all the hate,
penetrates,
and in case,
you survive,
empty case.
Close my eyes,
what I see?
I see you,
I see me,
I see fate,
I can't breathe,
can not take,
all this hate.
Lets stop now,
no more fights,
no more cries,
no more lies,
lets be one,
lets unite,
you and me,
victory!!
There's a certain somebody out there
i'd rather not name......
showed a little interest , at playing a game ,
she's bold in her talent's ,
say's she'll put me to shame....
such big talk , from such a tiny frame....
smiling inside , being challenged by this dame
a fine lady , no doubt , but game is not lame
you're quite the find " BABY " , I'll give you your fame........
until then , i must warn you , this game won't be tame !!!!!
{ ciao bella }