I said, "Since I got my brand-new dentures today,
can we maybe try some new adventures today?"
She said, "I think I have to wait a bit ~
That new smile! I just can't get used to it.
So, let's do the same old adventures tonight, okay ~
after we pray?"
So: thinker, “personality” and actor
are looking for a drink.
If two of them are trailers, one’s a tractor.
“Nice counter-top. Real zinc?”
“Don’t ask them stuff. They memorise words
of better men, to spout ’em!”
“And his type feels the need to gather herds
of sycophants about ’em.”
“There’s zinc in every human enzyme. Fact.”
“An enzyme? Qu’est-ce que c’est?”
“A catalyst which helps your gut react
a thousand times a day.”
Creators are the only ones who matter,
just them and only them.
Who grows, can know: who knows can grow (and scatter):
the human apothegm.
“The path from easy living? Slow decline
to reach death valley days.”
“Misfortunes? They’re all relative, and mine
are slight. I’m not from Grays!”
Who hasn’t done his share of Boogie Nights?
All wassail hours are zeros.
Two-thirds of humankind are parasites:
where should we look for heroes?
We have a thing now, called celebrity
that’s not the same as fame:
whatever ape forsakes the tree
can make himself a name.
The world, for entertainment, craves a schism
(Max Baer against Joe Louis):
but who foresaw the Queen of Capitalism
would be a Russian Jewess?
Yet there's tears on my pillow
from the silence of my sorrow
In slumber I feel no fears
On my pillow, yet there's tears
I plan to be happy tomorrow
And awake with an inner glow.
My soul is an animal
caught in the trap of life
My mind is a bird
With a broken wing
I am throwing light on the girl called Mercedes Jelinek, on whose name a wonderful car brand is named after. So there are many such girls and boys whose names still remain un-written in the books of history.
Let me write a poem on the beautiful Mercedes.
O queen of new prosperity,
The princess of human-utility,
Thou art great and wise,
Thou art sweet and nice.
The princess who counted stars,
Yet also sufficient enough to face life's wars,
She had the hope of going to Mars in her eyes,
Making her kind and wise.
She might be forgotten,
Yet her name is always read,
Even if all the eggs are rotten,
Their inner-material is still the same.
She is the grace personified,
The princess of the past,
A car's name which she signified,
Remains un-erased till the last.
Just languishing in la la land
holding on with the tightest grip;
That mundane day is such a trip,
ignoring a good time is banned;
A severe lifestyle becomes fanned
with the start of a grande courtship;
Just languishing in la la land
holding on with the tightest grip;
At no time knowing where you stand
can cause what is stable to slip;
You come up with a clever quip,
‘Sardanapalian’s our brand.’
Just languishing in la la land.
Arise little one a new day has begun. Time to brush teeth and change clothes sit for breakfast and prayers. Slow down and breath deep. For you will miss nothing and discovery awaits. Run put your shoes on the laces I will tie. For it is time for you to build forts avoid the pillows of lava, and learn how to fly. Oh little one you have captured my heart and it aches for one day all this will stop. Yet for now I will enjoy this, for lunch, and dinner time will come. Baths and books lullibys to follow. The moon will come and the sun will rest. Then we will give God thanks and I can't wait to start it all again.
As we rejoice my tears are moist
Feelings have come and will linger for years
Twelve months; a year compounded
Compounded of betrayal; chaos
Tears of happiness that shimmers
We grasp these last twelve months tight
And we drop these last twelve months
Without a fight; a brand new year
A new year filled with hope and salvation
Glistening warm tears trail behind
When tummies rumble, it’s a sign
that plumbing pipes are not aligned
Think back on what you chewed today
Take Alka-Seltzer ~ Don’t delay
~ Iambic Tetrameter ~
Tell your heart to beat again
Your life has a brand new song
When things went wrong
You remained strong because
You belong to a brand new destiny!
There are some things we cannot control!
There are some things in life we cannot change!
There are somethings in life we can never explain and
There are somethings things in life we will never answer
So tell your heart to beat again and sing a new song!
The weather in our lives will always change
The seasons bring the shift we need
So that we can feed off any situation
Even in the face of adversity!
Nothing can go to waste
As humans we must taste
A reflection of every emotion
So tell your heart to beat again and sing a new song!
Tell your heart to beat again
Your life has a brand new song
When things went wrong
You remained strong because
You belong to a brand new destiny!
What Don said to Joseph was true
though the brainwashed won't see that view
they will keep the old man
as long as they can
then send in a brand new screw.
(Song)
No one knows your name,
Ohh no one knows,
No one knows your song,
or how it goes,
Come on everyone,
Oh-oh-oh make your gift known.
No one knows gifts,
Oh no one knows,
Why you do, what you do,
Be strong it's up to you..
Jesus gifted you,
He knows just what to do,
Come on do your thing,
Oh-oh-oh make your gift known
No one knows your name
Oh no one knows
No one knows your song,
Or how it goes,
Come on everyone,
If you're down you're not done.
Jesus gifted you,
He knows just what to do,
Come on do your thing,
Do it for your King,
Come on do your thing,
Do it for your King,
Come on everyone,
Maa-a-a-ake your gift known.
World has gotten far too awake,
Fancy gender issues to rake.
Sex, a matter of choice,
One follows inner voice,
As suits self choice, one bakes one’s cake.
A non-binary brick
Has broken old rubric—
One male-female that goes to make,
And woke, a brand new bloke,
Out, old order to choke,
Suffers deep slumber and can’t wake.
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Happenings |11.04.2024| Limerick, humour
Poet’s note: J K Rowling of Harry Potter faces a prospect of arrest in Scotland for having said: Many a transgender actually is man under the dress. But if Western World is so 'woke' as to suffer from chronic insomnia, India seems its Polar opposite, comparable to say Rip Van Winkle who slept for twenty years, or Kumbhakarna of Ramayana who used to sleep six months in a year. The last line of this ditty alludes to this fact.
Woo hoo there it is
That brand new cadiz.
The latest, greatest whiz
Out of marketing biz.
It's on most folks list
Straight from known em stiff
With a Kansas city twist
Gotta have a new Cadiz
That's the way it is.
Brand new Cadiz.
Mrs Claus made a viagra eggnog
To energise ol’ Santa Claus Yule log
His frozen south pole recovered large-scale
Wagging frisky as a puppy dogs tail.
Mrs Claus dumplings hubby does adore
Her stew warms up her Santa’s inner core
Gravy so thick that it sticks to their lips
Leading to bliss of a lingering kiss.
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