Be prepared all you young'uns
The golden years aren't always golden
Looking ahead when I was younger
Thought, “what a fantastic notion”
Life would be a blast lounging around
Enjoying my life at its best
Sorry to have to burst your bubble
Coz here comes the real test
You wake up early each morning
Ready for come what may
But it isn't too long before you realize
You have no plans per say
Suddenly you've become very aware
You're not needed the way you once were
You still have so much to offer
But life has passed you by in a whirr
The hardest thing for you to get used to
The fact you're no longer the star
The world is still singing and motoring along
But you're not driving the car
So be prepared all you young'uns
The golden years aren't that golden
Enjoy life before the inevitable happens
When time passes by in slow motion
To solve unknown mystery
Made more mistake & leads to misery
I am lost in a trap
Can I take help of Google map
Aa naah coz it's just life story
One has to tackle it to find its glory
Unsolved puzzle is not the real trouble
Missing piece are so first burst your Bubble
We all wanderers in search of us
Trying to figure out ourself in life's fuss
Discover your own self
Not from the cupboard shelf
To know the unknown of YOU
Cease all blue and be yourself true
Life is not about creating oneself
It's about FINDING THE LOST SELF
You know you're in trouble
When folks burst your bubble
That your fine English accent
Most others lament.
Their eyes grow far larger
Their countenance harder
As they gaze with intent
To listen hell bent.
Their attention a treasure
At first such a pleasure
Until one quite grasps
Their facial contrasts.
As you blabber away
Their head starts to sway
To the tones of your words
Like a flock of wild birds.
Too late you catch on
Their attention long gone
It seems they got stuck
In your sonnet like muck.
Shakespeare or Keats
Moved out by those Tweets
Leaves you silently grasping
And for sympathy asking.
Your hope turns to prayer
That perhaps they'll forbear
Whilst you fast learn their lingo
To squirm out of limbo.
For the speech we hold dear
The moral's now clear
If you want to converse
Just don't do it in verse.
3/31/21
Stoner
Loner
An addict
Always at it
The chronic
Still on it
Can't get off it
Or stop it
On top of it
A serious alcoholic
The problem
Is constant
And toxic
Causing conflict
Being honest
Often catatonic
Nearly unconscious
Shoutout to Juice Wrld, "everywhere I go feels haunted"
"This isn't the life I wanted"
Damn it
Battling habits
Bringing me closer to a casket
Using gadgets
And tablets
During daylight or pitch blackness
It's gone beyond
Doing my body and bank account a lot of damage
Even if I manage to "manage"
It does me no advantage
And is extra baggage
Dirt I dug and shoveled
Remaining humble
People quick to burst your bubble
In ways that are obvious or subtle
On the double
Staying out of trouble
Even though it's a jungle
Got to solve each and every puzzle
Can't buckle
Even though I continue to struggle
Been far too dependent
Temporarily splendid
But really unpleasant
The cycle has not ended
Eventually the heart stops beating
When it comes to death, there is no cheating
Today, June 7 2020
Thoughts of: Miracle Man
Protesters for social justice are advocating,
many believing, “the end justifies the means”.
While in their effort, all police, they’re berating,
who stand behind shields, and tear gas screens.
There is nothing peaceful about using force,
there’s no safety in numbers, crowds expose the beast.
Looting and burning they appear to endorse,
while martyring the name of the one deceased.
In an “eye for an eye”, where is social justice found?
I don’t mean to sound insensitive or burst your bubble.
But violence or revenge aren’t steps to common ground,
and the media seems engrossed in prolonging trouble.
We plant a tree, knowing we will never sit in its shade,
but hoping those who come later might have the opportunity.
Tom
Who in the world is better than my mommy
Certainly not a Bobcat named Tommy
For my mom's better than a friend
She's the person on whom I can depend
I'm the luckiest fellow that she's my mommy
So today this message I write
to make her day turn out bright
For mommy often makes my days
special in so many different ways
With her a dark day fills with light
I don't know if you've heard the rumour
My mommy has quite the sense of humour
She's always in some kinda trouble
But she'll never burst your bubble
Some might say she's a crazy late bloomer
So I'm happy that she is my mommy
Even though she smells of salami (kidding)
She's dependable and so much fun
She's my very special one
Maybe she'll give me a cat to call Tommy
Have a great day mom
Love Rick
Before you go complaining
About how your feet are aching
And about how it is you've paid your dues
I guess you'd best be knowing
Exactly where you're going
And when you get there what you plan to do
You're spouting off your stories
All your pain and glories
And how nobody has it as hard as you
Before you go and lose your sight
I think you might just want to try
And walk a mile in another mans shoes
I'm not here to cause you trouble
Don't mean to burst your bubble
But you're not the only one around that moves
Not the only one who's life is hectic
Are you starting yet to get it
There is nothing new you need to prove
When you start to walk this way
In your day by day by day by day
Not thinking as you set your course on cruise
There are other people around you know
Check your pace and take it slow
And try walking a mile in another mans shoes
Before you go complaining
About how your feet are aching
And about how it is you've paid your dues
I guess you'd best be knowing
Exactly where you're going
And when you get there what you plan to do
You're spouting off your stories
All your pain and glories
And how nobody has it as hard as you
Before you go and lose your sight
I think you might just want to try
And walk a mile in another mans shoes
I'm not here to cause you trouble
Don't mean to burst your bubble
But you're not the only one around that moves
Not the only one who's life is hectic
Are you starting yet to get it
There is nothing new you need to prove
When you start to walk this way
In your day by day by day by day
Not thinking as you set your course on cruise
There are other people around you know
Check your pace and take it slow
And try walking a mile in another mans shoes
I can breeze the smell of garbage everywhere in the streets of brooklyn
the government let us down after a heat wave not sending trucks for the pick
as so easy to keep the rats at bay with votes as all we need is reality
a third world we became as the rich filled their pockets and my taxes for wars
sorry to burst your bubble you all but me not happy with the lack of wealth
not spend for the future you kidding me as the garbage we should get rid of
not a revolution but spend my money on infrastructure or else and not for war
palestinian israeli we are all the same all we want is our garbage out trust me
religion they put down our throat to keep you silent but in god I trust and sure
I can lit my candle to any saint I want but get rid of the garbage greedy bastard
making trillions as a dollar in my pocket I have a voice to tell you no more
as for ever america was at war to fill pockets and not yours but the ten sadly
I am going to keep on writing funny poems to keep you entertained
Why do you say you have it?
What do you have, my friend?
I am super ready
for the Super Bowl that is
Why? I don't know. I'm not even playing lol
Did you think you were in spring?
It burst your bubble a little bit, didn't it?
Time heading to the south!
It's almost tax time again
Are you planning to pay or are you planning to play?
Depends on who you ask, right?
Why do we eat out so much?
A. Either we hate our cooking
Or b. We are too lazy
Is there a c. None of the above?
We just simply don't know ha
Gas price is so low right now
It shocked me that I could fill up for less than 30 dollars
I got shocked before
Either way I am shocked
Shock me, will ya
Are you guys ready for a new President?
What? Are you telling me I have to get used to the new one again?
Save me!!!
That's it for now
I hope you have a good day
And don't let the sun not shining on your face
Catch it
Blot out the oozing
Ink stains that smudge
Bring out the best
In humid address
Bear with the chaos
Of crazy compete
Mind then the lazy fits
As the vain detest
Loiter and linger
In null and void
Burst your bubble
Dump useless clutter
Sane is the mad man
Normal packs insane
Deny not your leisure
In simple pleasures
Sooner or later
The ending can crash
Potato once whole
Now becomes mashed
Moments of madness
Makes sanguine heaven
Leon Enriquez
12 September 2014
Singapore
Be prepared all you young'uns
The golden years aren't always golden
Looking ahead when I was younger
Thought, “what a fantastic notion”
Life would be a blast lounging around
Enjoying my life at its best
Sorry to have to burst your bubble
Coz here comes the real test
You wake up early each morning
Ready for come what may
But it isn't too long before you realize
You have no plans per say
Suddenly you've become very aware
You're not needed the way you once were
You still have so much to offer
But life has passed you by in a whirr
The hardest thing for you to get used to
The fact you're no longer the star
The world is still singing and motoring along
But you're not driving the car
So be prepared all you young'uns
The golden years aren't that golden
Enjoy life before the inevitable happens
When time passes by in slow motion
© Jack Ellison 2014
(Tongue in cheek! LOL)
Nobody's perfect but I come pretty close
Don't usually brag about my prowess
But sometimes I just get so overwhelmed
My enthusiasm for me is boundless
You may be annoyed by my constant bragging
But when you're as perfect as me
It's almost impossible to let it go unnoticed
Must share my perfection with thee
It's sure not all fun and games living up to
Such standards I've set for me
Got no one to blame but my own desires
For impressing all you ladies, indeed
Afflicted by charm and stunning good looks
All my life, it's been quite a struggle
Living up to the standards I've set for myself
But I've tried not to burst your bubble
I am what I am, there's no changing now
I've learned to live with perfection
Not everyone's able to handle such a burden
It's a serious incurable infection
© Jack Ellison 2014
You've placed me on a pedestal
from which I can but fall
you've conjured up an image
that isn't me at all
I hate to burst your bubble
with this fiction you've created
but the picture burns a little bright
it's a little over stated
I know you think you know me
but I'm no longer sure
am I only in your head
and is there any cure?
But I'm worried what will happen
when reality starts to bite
will I lose your friendship
when the truth flicks on the light?
Will you still be fond of me
when my halo starts to slide
when all at once you realize
your image of Me's lied?
Pale panes of melting ice
Mist up with breath
And drip, they drip
The panes begin to run
And begin to fall away
Suspended for a second for a minute
To be diverted or perverted
Barriers rotted
False words spurted
Tantrums, tempests, frustration
Aha! I am free
The rotted flesh deceiver
May I burst your bubble,
Slit your throat to save the trouble
I am the Shadow Reaper!
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