From Charts to Helmets
I rose in the glow of digital screens,
A queen of forex, a ruler of crypto dreams.
In the unreal world where numbers collide,
I coached forty thousand to trade with pride.
I built empires in fintech’s embrace,
Carved my mark, left a lasting trace.
From graphs and codes to crowds inspired,
A voice that lifted, a fire that never tired.
But destiny whispered a different call,
Beyond the markets, beyond it all.
Into the factories, the sites, the steel,
Where safety at work becomes power made real.
Now I wear a crown of another kind,
Protecting lives, securing minds.
From trading floors to corporate gates,
I guard the future where safety waits.
I’ve served my part in fintech’s flame,
And now in safety, I stake my claim.
For whether in markets or worksites unseen,
I stand unshaken—forever a queen.
The sun is shining brightly
On high and in my heart
Can't think of any good reason
Why my happy is off the chart
Could it just be a fluctuation
In my everyday ebb and flow
Or am I about to inherit a fortune
Perhaps fifty million or so
That'd get my heart a-pumping
Have to go lie down I fear
Gotta survive to really enjoy my luck
At least for a few more years
Maybe a trip to some exotic place
Where the girlies dress in grass skirts
Swing and sway oh what a scene
This stress I must try to avert
Always been a real big sucker
For members of the opposite sex
They drive me wild, my eyes bug out
I stutter and stammer, by heck
How bout that, my fine feathered friends
Survived another bout of girly-itis
One day it's sure gonna get me good
When it renders me totally speechless
The sun is shining brightly
On high and in my heart
Do you know why I'm so pooping happy
Coz of the joy you do impart<>
He is a man of many parts;
Not once not twice topping The Charts,
Even at throws of A Drunk’s Darts
And easy picking of noiseless farts …
In their party, a top notcher,
On campus, discussed lecturer,
In some property, a poacher,
In some clinic, Satan’s butcher,
Amidst women, Adventurer …
Indeed, A Man of many parts,
Who might soon dare horse-driven carts!
We two have just reached No.1
On the latest just released love charts
Knew our love was being considered
By the way we traded our hearts
Well we've finally been honoured
For our 30 year love affair
It matters not that we lost one another
We're back with a love so rare
You never left my loving heart
Was waiting for September 7th
Then it happened, a miracle happened
Never again to leave my presence
To love one another till death do us part
Is a familiar time honoured refrain
But it applies to us like all of the rest
We'll never be wanting again
Voyager 1’s “The Sounds Of Earth”
Eleven billion miles from the sun
a record, golden when it left these parts,
a runaway hit on Voyager One,
at Ophiuchus, sure to top the charts,
will introduce Mozart to other stars,
not to mention Berry’s “Johnny B. Goode”.
The knock-offs sold in alien bazaars
will knock their socks off or at least it should
make them extend their eyestalks in surprise.
They’ll soon begin to learn to sing along
to whales recorded and the baby’s cries —
adepts might even master Earth’s birdsong.
Should Beethoven not prove to be their fave,
Then Guan PingHu’s GuQin could be their rave.
As you tiptoed off my charts
My mouth opened to scream
Yet no words flew from my mouth
Only specks of dust
Blinding my vision
As you crept out of my life
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