Mostly an oddball was Magritte
here however a portrait sweet
Usually & reputably so surreal
this 'cig girl' is so so real
Belgian Rene Magritte
whose paintings were so neat
Full of stilled enigmatic
in scenesso idiosyncratic
Rene Magritte so surrealiste
was also a moraliste
His art as a dream
never reveal what they dream
Renee Magritte,an enigma in a bowler hat
I wonder what we should make of that
perhaps they are his alter ego
he never said so we'll never know
so
banal
yet
deadpan
absurd
clashing
symbols
heard
in
the eye
where
imagery
is
all
mirror woman, barely fancier than an Amish woman
wearing her bowler hat and her dour look
looking face is similar to Angelina Jolie
like her, I do not choose to smile
my hair is messy; I am buttoned up
When Holmes ejaculated,
'It doesn't take a brilliant detective
to identify many of the people
on this planet are damaged or defective,'
Dr. Watson was heard to observe,
'Never a truer word spoken.
Most we meet, at 221B Baker street,
are utterly, if not completely, broken.
Psychologists reason, 'Conditioning's the cause
for them to follow such absurd routines,'
but it's my considered and confirmed belief,
insanity really and truly runs in the genes.'
'pon reflection, in the blink of an eye,
quoth Sherlock in reply,
'All the King's horses and all the King's men,
couldn't put Humpty together again,
and the same goes for those we know.
But if I'm wrong on that, I'll eat your bowler hat,
or my deerstalker chapeau.'
There’s a hungry tabby cat on a very fluffy mat
And a tiny little mouse in the self same house
Well he’s hiding from the cat underneath a bowler hat
So he’s got a lot of nous… he’s a clever little mouse
It’s a made-for-humans hat so it’s too big for a cat
Even bigger for the mouse who had brought it to this house
It’s a little odd is that; he’s a mouse in a hat
But it’s better to be that… than a mouse in a cat
You played Judy Teen,
became our Top of the Pops,
strumming Spanish strings
in that epic bowler hat,
somehow breaking every code.
there’s a temporal aberration
happening in my head
or it could be I am dreaming
or maybe I am dead
there’s a small purple t rex
who is wearing a bowler hat
while on his massive back legs
he’s sporting yellow spats
he’s dancing a foxtrot
summoning me with a wave
to join him in his frolic
but I just aren’t that brave
there’s an orchestra playing
composed of flying fish
under a banner stating that
we play anything you wish
the dance floor is crowded
I’ve just seen an antelope
with a sign on his back
all ye abandon hope
I am swimming in confusion
next to a cephalopod
all in all this situation
is somewhat rather odd
but I think I’ll just enjoy it
I may wake up by and by
or maybe this is just
a pleasant way to die
Renee Magritte,an enigma in a bowler hat
I wonder what we should make of thst
perhaps they are his alter ego
he never said so we'll never know
What kind of rainbow fish would you like to have for dinner?
I do not like fish, I told grandma.
I did not ask if you like them.
Do you have a preference how they are served?
I do not want any of them. They are all horrible.
This one is wonderful, she assured me.
When he knocked on the door at eight
I was impressed with his bowler hat and his rainbow fins.
What is your gorgeous grandma fixing us? He asked.
I had a feeling it was not going to be fish.
ALIENATED FATE
Is life but just a game,
Are we all made the same,
Do we seek money, fame,
And only look for gain,
And every day begin the game,
All over again!
The wealthy need compassion
But just point and blame,
Leaving an unsavory stain,
No matter the country, its
Location or terrain!
The poor, no chance for school
And hungry in their pain,
Suffer war, strife, poverty
And death, know
Not the meaning vain,
And do not ever feign or
Dare to deign,
To be like them, they could
Not travel down a
Rich man’s lane!
Meanwhile the politicians
Banter on, saying their main
Concern reform, the poor
Get poorer, bane
Of their lives equality,
But pleas ignored, left out,
In torrential rain!
The rich with bowler hat,
New suit and cane,
Beware, your future will
Hold no moon to wane!
This planet’s life’s long yearn,
To achieve uniformity, and
Inherently apply the will to learn!
U F O is a W d o p u y t r e s a d f g h k l k m n b v c xz q?
Feeling ill cam be understood to be akin to laying down upside down on a constantly rotating piece of grass that moves so rapidly that ground cannot really fathom a place to stand still. But stillness is not stagnation nor is it syllables stalling for stillness is often likened to a giant hexagonal bee swarm rotating royally signalling to jester fish that the top of a yogurt reads the same as the top line of a paragraph but minus the full stop. Equations equipped equatorial effluent efflorescent elephant. And a stripey square ball rolled away in a hexagonal formation before jumping into the swimming pool. Bowl then. But only wearing a bowler hat. Great. Now that is done the items can be imagined to be interested in inkwells'. Fantastical news for ten z frames, a beeswax curdle, a shrinkable curry, a curriculum carriage, and a force ten thousand gale singing a pleasant hymn. Loudly. While practising gymnastics with a fork lift truck and a lorry in a leotard. Z organizationally Z at forty one knots knitting ro eighteen balls of wool lugging loaded leaf loaves. X
Rabbits at junctions are often akin to moons at traffic lights. A light lunch is preferable to a whisky scone when taking a picnic to a lake. But playlists can play so font argue with a flamed fortress of fig. Tailoring a suit for a nine foot bead and dazzling s crowd with a one millimetre tiara is not a sound judgment for a counting ball. 1 2 3 then. Radio that on a one kilometre hand held microphone. Hahahahaha the skipping rope is jumping in a hula hoop today. Lovely. It is not the way of the feathered cloud to land in a field fuelled upside-down but a gridlocked four dimensional satanic bowler hat can swim many acres in a spotted swimsuit. Good. Underpasses underwater underground undertake uniquely unequal unisons. And a proxy is neither productive nor normal. Statutory static authorisational code bringing wine to a ball room. Fantastic news for the pillar. Geranium gathering giblets. And a pie. Wow. Xxxxx destitution demon demonstrated dogmatic dramas digging. Xxxxxx counter intelligence and no matter. Xxxxx miscommunication Z
The Room Drains...
The room drains to sepia.
A long distant relative
in a bowler hat,
smoking a pipe;
strokes your dog.
The one
on the couch.
Felix was angry I could not blame the cat for that
Mr.Schrödinger should have opted for a clean bowler hat
His experiment was a chiller
Prussic acid was a sly killer
Felix could not endure the cheekiest quantum rat
But Mr.Erwin Schrödinger was a great digger of truth
He went straight to Huttenstrasse's " Who-will-bell-the-cat" booth
And He slurped his Irish Mooligan
Caught Patrick "Pat" Peter Sullivan
And put him in the black box and played qubit with Ruth
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Felix was angry I could not blame the cat for that
Mr.Schrödinger should have opted for a bowler hat
His experiment was a chiller
Prussic acid was a sly killer
Felix could not endure the cheekiest quantum rat
Felix was angry © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
13 November, 2014
With a weary, saddened smile and a twinkle in the eye, all dressed inside a tattered
ill-fitting worldly suit,
Crumpled baggy trousers hanging loosely, draped down on his worn out boots, his toes
are peeping through,
He walks just like a penguin, while he twirls his thinning cane around in dextrous
artistic circles, but never striking out,
A bowler hat sit's cocked upon his head, his moustache moves with a nervous twitch
as though he's on the run,
No words upon his lips for his life is only silent, seeing only black and white, his window
the golden screen,
He always finds the bully, the biggest and the bad, but the little tramp is full of goodness,
and wins by using intellect and a sense of doing right,
The road a place he calls his home, never staying, always moving on, tomorrow's just
the same old day,
And as he passes through our lives, he leaves us feeling better, we've laughed and cried,
and realised that some lives are not much better.
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