He seems to be the pompous sort;
looks down his nose at us and snorts~
"your poems are subpar
and only fit as char" ~
in the judgement of his self-made court!
Postscript: If the shoe don't fit don't try to put it on.
Amid the fire of twilight sun
I wish I knew my way
horizon’s char and moonlight’s shun
has ashed my hope I pray
for dark cloud constellation to free
a cosmic steed for me to flee gunshot streets
for primrose to steal my yellow jaundice
and burn the itch as its incense in roadside stars
for me to follow scent and sight
and find forsaken door
to open with my key contrite
a waif who’s lost no more
but gods of dirt and sky refuse
this pessimist with optimist dreams
side-of-road primrose mowed as needle holes
grow my nebulae-scars of blown-vein bruises
a morphine horse runs dirty track
while stars in alley air
just stare and offer not but black
expanse —my nowhere lair
June 21, 2025
For the Beatles 'Lay it to Me' song Contest by Charles Messina
The old iron curtain came down
But soon a clown reclaimed the crown
Ruthless and hollow-souled he rose
Now a foul Soviet wind blows
From the east it battered Ukraine
Spreading such cruel and endless pain
The past returns in blackened char
“Back in the U.S.S.R.”
HOH TELL NO VEMBER GOLF
al fah
row me oh
you nee form
eck oh
ecks ray
in dee ah
see airrah
wiss key
yang key
zoo loo
foks trot
mike
tang oh
oss cah
jew lee ett
pah pah
vik tah
char lee
keh beck
lee mah
dell tah
bra voh !
well said
Chaos reigns, oh, such a sight,
Kids are screaming, parents feuding fight.
Turkey is spoiled, oven's on strike,
Lightning struck, there's no light.
The Bliss is so forlorn
The Bliss is so forlorn
The dog pissed on the presents
One of many such awful events
The cat's stuck to the star
Its fur has begun to char
The night of hell is born
The night of hell is born
Tommy was chased, the table felled
All the food scattered expelled
The entrees landed in Granny's lap
Just when she was taking a nap.
Silent Night is torn to scorn!
Silent Night is torn to scorn!
Still the tree lights twinkle
A glitter of joy a sprinkle
Despite the wrinkle and crinkle,
I hear Kris Kringle's tinkle
Frantic Night, Chaotic Night!
Frantic Night, Chaotic Night!
Char, his new wife
was a deadringer for his old wife
a woman he divorced when he met Char
she would not be accepted by his children
or his friends
or his parents
he and Char had one fine year together
and five horrible ones
before he discovered a younger deadringer named Maisy.
I will try and hide the
mushroom cloud and restore
the skinless bodies, I will
un-char the charred, reassemble
the dead children, I will then
un-vitrify the rocks and the sand and
rebuild cities and cafes and hope;
undoing your atrocities is high
on my list, just
leave me enough milk
for morning
Your intelligence, as good as driving amazing cars,
You dole out goodness, generously to all your pals,
Your wisdom, unassailably perches on the highest bar,
While foolish people, buried their's in a maar.
Your smiles burn sadness to a char,
Your beauty invites love to a chair,
Your kindness takes friendship a distance far,
The love you share is without a fear.
Your greatness, noone can ever dare,
In your heart, God's love is already there,
In the eyes of your enemies are rains of tears,
Meanwhile, to your prayers, God has his listening ears.
To your successes, God is always giving you cheers,
In divine blessings, God gave you the largest shares,
The toga of celestial favours, God made you a nice one to wear,
Heavenly salvation, God turns it into your special ware.
Simmer ember tiny star
Supernova from a far
Azure wave through the void
Shattering marbles like glass toys
Simmer ember tiny star
Supernova all to char
Blinded by the first morning beam
Intense infatuation of adolescent love
Triggered emotions. His beguiling charm
Tightened its hold. But a flaw in the scenario
Entangled the script, and the seducer, less his veneer
Retreated into oblivion, leaving a broken heart in disarray.
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CUPPA CHAR
When the world is spinning and all logic is gone
No sense of winning, and nothing to think upon
Then sit down for a rest, as it’s time for a brew
A cup of tea is the best, made proper and true
So warm up the pot, so it is good and ready
Swill water that’s hot, with a hand that’s steady
Then spoon in tea leaves, one each plus one
The strength one achieves, once it’s begun
Boiling water poured in, then give it a stir
Let the brewing begin, but too quick is a sin
A few minutes later, prepare cups with milk
Some prefer later, as with others of that ilk
A clear golden liquid, with a subtle scent
Lift the teapot lid and stir with good intent
Tea leaves now sunk, time to gently pour
Ready to be drunk, but slowly, it’s the law.
It’s best in a china cup, yet who knows why
Always drink it up, holding little finger high
One makes the tea in the way that’s directed
And sip it tastefully, in a manner so affected
Shards of ice
Stuck in throat
Burning sideways
Bitter char
Need to speak
Nothing rises
I’d like to sing to you a lullaby
To make all your troubles disappear
Tell you there is no need to cry
That you will never know hate or fear
But I must tell you about the boy in class
With a gun tucked in his backpack
And how life can be taken in a flash
And some mistakes can’t be taken back
I would like to tell you a Fairy Tale
Of how friendships made will never end
And true love will always prevail
A world where evil will never win
But I have a different story to tell
About the maniac with a bomb in his car
Planned his action far too well
And left the shopping mall a lifeless char
I would like to hold you in my arms
To place a kiss upon your brow
Tell you I will keep you safe from harm
And always be there for you somehow
But a different song of fate I must sing
Not “Hush Little Baby, Don’t say a Word”
‘Cause the world is filled with monstrous things
With boiling blood and hatred stirred
So sleep tonight under a peaceful sky
Let tomorrow bring what may
I can only promise you that I will try
To keep all the monsters away
once a char maid Cinderella
had hard time finding a fella
she crashed a party
thought herself smarty
outplayed Anastasia and Drizella
Char Chawani Five Athani hathoray pay,
Meri behan DOWN Bhai kay Loday pay..
SuSU has been Done.
Motar has been Done.
Peshab has been Done.
Note.BUs karo PATHAN.
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