Boasted my 'new friend,' “A life well-lived is mine
In the capitals of Europe I've sampled vintage wine
Hob-nobbed with the jet-set in Vegas and the Hills
Always a celebrity there to pick up the bills”
“Changed wives a few times, I’m proud to admit
They seem to tire of the night life and my endless wit
As for children, I guess I wasn’t one for diapers or tears
Ha ,ha. Successfully avoided my biggest fear"
I listened to my friend’s account with growing dismay
How can man his (precious) life throw away?
The first fulguration stooped to kiss a shard,
Not the thunderhead that boasted of its flame;
A broken bottle in an orchard yard
Held one white filament no night could claim.
The beech unlocked a thousand argent leaves;
Each fern leaned nearer, listening through the rain.
A kestrel loosed the wind from both its wings;
The granite seemed to soften in the plain.
Then lightning missed the heavens altogether.
It entered quartz, wet lichen, antler, thorn;
The river halted underneath its weather,
While moss recalled a coastline never born.
An oak drew brightness downward through its roots.
The fox stood still beneath a hawthorn's breath.
One acorn opened, showing not its fruit,
But rings of summers harvested from death.
When morning searched the hills, the sky was gone.
The birds flew lower, as though nothing changed.
Only the broken glass kept filling with the dawn—
Until the sun looked in, and turned away.
Dear God, please tell me what I’ve done
For you to rain blessings on me
When I woke up this morning, I kissed someone
But, I forgot to pray to thee
I prepared breakfast, then boasted of the taste
And filled my belly, as well as my face
I threw out good proportions, oh what a waste!
I never took the rime to even say my grace
Sunday came; I made it through another week
Tribulations have silenced my spirit
So, in bed I lay so to speak
I had a chance; yet I went to a dance
So, I’m too tired to worship today
Many moons have come and gone
Another opportunity I should embrace
Oh God forgive me, for this is my song
I pray that I never fall from your grace
A World of many children
I read about people going to the dentist
getting shiny white teeth like Joe Biden
In Portugal, the white teeth craze is relaxed
The thought of an actress with perfect teeth
have to have them extracted because they
They were yellow and didn't have the odontology
of today
I remove my teeth at night and soak them in water
That is healthy, it surprises me that artificial teeth
but need to be healthy looking
Martha, the whore in our street, boasted when
She was old, no man had ever entered hers
to our fantasizing about her yellow teeth
Can we say the childlessness in our street
was caused by boys learned about sex
That was not conducive to pregnancy
A World of many children
I read about people going to the dentist
getting shiny white teeth like Joe Biden
In Portugal, the white teeth craze is relaxed
The thought of an actress with perfect teeth
have to have them extracted because they
They were yellow and didn't have the odontology
of today
I remove my teeth at night and soak them in water
That is healthy, it surprises me that artificial teeth
but need to be healthy looking
Martha, the whore in our street, boasted when
She was old, no man had ever entered hers
to our fantasizing about her yellow teeth
Can we say the childlessness in our street
was caused by boys learned about sex
That was not conducive to pregnancy
On Monday Jay was rather gay
merry I mean not the other way
on his algebra he got an A
boasted a bit in way of a bray
what about Tuesday was it a good day?
Yes, because it’s the day he gets his pay
this was stated by his girlfriend Fay
She is older than most, her hair is gray
Wednesday was a different kind of day
Jay spent the day loading Nebraska hay
then he went swimming down by the bay
with his best friend, a funny guy, Trey
What about Thursday? Asked nosey aunt May
She likes things dreary, gloomy and gray
Should I worry? Do I need to pray?
Quite honestly, I had nothing to say.
I had not seen either Jay or Trey
Maybe they were missing since Thursday.
I knew this would amuse dreary Aunt May
So, I made up a lie said cousin Ray
Pirates snatched them and took them away
because they knew where a treasure lay
Old Aunt May began to moan, chant and sway
When they returned she took credit that day
When you flew in with the fellows of the flowers-
I knew the apples and where the strawberries rang...
Every doorbell in the garden boasted the entire jungle-
And when the stalk minded every river...
You were the power to the chime!
Though we did wonder, tall as the stars-
The stuff of bells where peppers called...
Yet lonely rise the potato patch
How simply things could be-
Poppies, lillies, and the squash...
And fronds on the mic to revel in a riot-
So raving past the roots, the swing...
As sure as fire bird she dawned-
The plus as all come raise the drums...
The muddy glow as seen as law-
The rarest hat since roses bloomed...
As righteous winds of storm the tune-
A virtous wood and plains afar...
The bird of paradise claimed the floor...
And all did shake so sang some more-
The daisies danced, the pumpkins laughed...
And every zuchini with every stack-
The house was loaded with Peppermint zeal...
The whole herbal creation alighted the steal...
The best was meant to come!
The first door I believed in boasted of the things it had, and I didn't.
The second one only wanted to show me how much time I had spent in a Polaroid.
Another door was nice to me but the nuts were badly screwed.
The bravest move was taking a chance on each door.
That any one of them could have been it.
And every door was knocked.
The next door might welcome me with the brightest smile.
But I just might have been the only one there to knock.
Attila, Hannibal, and Genghis Khan
Were comparing the many battles they'd won.
Hannibal boasted o'er the Alps he had coasted
On elephants and conquered the Romans.
Khan's hordes did maraud both at home and abroad
In places they'd ne'er make their home in.
When Attila's turn came, he said, "I'm to blame
For campaigns that make you look like babies.
Of God I'm the scourge, just like lint is to serge,
And I'll brook me no ifs, buts, or maybes.
How these guys (very unheroically) ended up:
Genghis Khan fell off his horse and died of his injuries; Attila died of a massive heart attack on his wedding night after a huge feast of celebration; and Hannibal died of suicide by poison.
The book contained their history—
Years of servitude and plenitude,
Years of gloom and bloom,
Years of darkness and redemption.
They were bound by the chains of the unknown,
Seeds of anguish were strangely sown.
The land was the footstool of malevolent spirits,
An enigma blanketed it.
It was a battle of the seen and unseen,
A war against malicious forces,
The sages searched deeply for answers,
Sojourning to secret chambers for redemption.
Hope gradually wore thin,
And the courage of valiant hearts began to fray,
Their steadfast minds were steadily pierced by defeat rays,
As a deluge of recalcitrant assailants descended upon them.
A rebirth came with the arrival of the sages,
The spirits of the forest were summoned,
They joined forces with the elements of goodwill
And defeated the malevolent spirits,
Chasing them to the abyss of nothingness.
Pride filled the heart of the new ruler,
Who boasted of the sovereignty of his reign,
He disdained the Divine and the watchers,
But one day, darkness suddenly pervaded his palace.
He was gone, and so was the book.
February 3, 2025.
Never boasted
Always looking
Up to thy creator
His power
Self reliance
Believing he can do anything humanly possible.
Never chased clout
Steady Self reliance
Believing in hard work
Consistence in all he does
Some people's love
Comes with intentions
So; he's steadily relying on self
Without pretence or defence
No alliance
Just self reliance
Only God his supplier or helper.
Dreamlike, dreamlike white mountains!
Wrapped in shawls of pure white snow,
Hearing your name again and again, it’s etched in our minds,
Speaking of you repeatedly, you've been preserved in our hearts.
On snowy beds at night, I've poured out secrets to you,
Only to you I've confessed, only to you I've boasted.
Since then, a sweet dream has unsettled me,
That sweet dream led me, restless, straight to you!
Dreamlike, dreamlike white mountains!
Have my desires now been fulfilled?
Like a carpet spread wide, I fell at your feet,
Thinking I saw you, I cried in disbelief,
Sobbing deeply to myself, unable to come to you.
On your chest, true streams rumble in might,
And within my chest, poetic streams flow in delight,
Unable to bear the roaring streams, my ears fell quiet!
Dreamlike, dreamlike white mountains!
Stretching hands toward the sky,
Don’t think they’re just unyielding stones,
Carving valleys, even stones have shed tears,
From the tears of mountains, many springs have begun,
Even lofty clouds have trembled before towering peaks,
Flocking like sheep, unable to surpass your summits,
I dream to be like you—this is my greatest wish!
It is Northen coastal California,
Which boasted the best weather in the USA,
Then came the Global warming, changing the weather all around,
Never so many people suffered from Tornadoes, cyclones, fire, and flooding.
When the scientists proclaimed about the dangers of Global warming,
All the conservative ruling elites thought it was a lunacy of progressives,
Now comes the warning of Atmospheric bomb, and Atmospheric River (AR) rain,
Hunkered up in my room, I watch with fear the monstrous clouds rolling up over my head.
Last year when AR came, the little hills started to slide down,
The age-old trees fell everywhere, power came and went with the rain,
When it comes with an Atmospheric bomb, it is a cyclone with rivers of rain,
The roofs over houses blew up, trees crashed cars and houses all over,
It flooded everywhere, and a few lives got lost in this deluge.
I can live without this watery deluge,
Would love to see past sprinkles observed by natives in awe,
Would love to see birds taking a little shower,
Unfortunately, everyone perishes in this deluge of AB and AR rains.
Fine, there’s no ‘I’ in TEAM,
There’s ‘ME’-- he talked of him.
‘ME’ is present
In management.
He said, pride spilled from brim.
_____________________________
The boss boasted, his ego spilling over the brim.
Limerick |13.08.2024| humour, business
I committed to river Volga, the longest river in Europe
Here, estuary, they are sounds, subtle, peaceful and eloquence, a hoopoe
In glum and glee, damage controlling,she, still, suffice a pleasant song,
life long
You and I, came back for the guy, who, burnt the face, the funeral, encased, and Nirvana...ahem...
The river Volga, still existing, meandering and... perhaps a misfit reason, had a tectonic mayhem
And the poet boat boasted there, "I!"
"Did you see me! I took the one, less travelled by!"
8:34 AM
August 15, 2024
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