Of course she's black with eyes of green
disposition keen and cleverly mean
If she cross your path bad luck for sure
a witches curse haunting will occur
She rides the broom stick with glee
she is the witches flying company
The night moon full and cat on prowl
bewitch the souls with her meow
She lurks about and spies
the roaming cat the witches eyes
She sees whatever her cat does see
Witches ways mortals fear and believe
The witches cat hunts for souls elapse
wandering earth before their time lapse
Zombie beings to serve her Master Witch
black cat green devil eyes bewitch and fetch
The witches cat laps her bowl of cream
she stretches and curls by the fire gleam
A night well done as she purrs to sleep
the old witch smiles for her cat she keeps.
If Romeo and Juliet could meet
And mate enmasque a thousand years ago,
Then our short period of trick and treat
Could generate a love none would outgrow.
For we hid not behind a frightened mask,
Nor sought protection cleverly disguised;
With eager joy we warmed up to the task
And found ourselves most pleasantly surprised.
Discovery and moonlit interlude
Replaced by coffee bars and taxi rides;
No balcony to climb, no attitude
To change, our long-developed love abides.
The Bard wrote “star-crossed lovers” with his pen,
But we are not; let’s do it all again!
Cabernet wings fluttering
in a house of mirrors.
The rotunda of cheers,
just below the lip,
above the murkiness
of a hospitality sip.
Double dip nights,
halfway through
conversation of the past;
the sate of emotional till;
tears flutter unexpectedly.
Wings of quietude,
coalesce inside the glass,
humoring an aunt and niece.
Chasing away this insect-bird,
this apparition of Green Valley.
Kin covers the glasses
with smiles, lips and palms.
Harrowing moments attach
themselves to memories,
cleverly; the moment itself
vanishes, or does it remain
an infinity ring,
a nimbus of forever light
and love in a holy place.
What are these symbols? Letters? Ink?
Holding the meaning of what we think?
If I had been born in a different time,
Lines of writing would not fill my time.
I may have grunted with purpose that led
To all the words that have been said.
I may have hummed with feeling that drew
From sentiments I knew as true.
I may have hummed with a sing-songy tune,
Spoke to my children by light of the moon.
Now there is language, helpful and tricky.
Some of the things that we hear become sticky.
Is much of it useful? Much of it nice?
To receive in the morn when we haven’t thought twice?
Cleverly used and in most complex ways,
What is it actually trying to say?
Maybe the grunt and the hum as of yore,
Would help us remember what we knew before.
“A riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma”
Like a series of hollowed crystal balls
Cleverly constructed inside the other,
Making a bell within a bell
For the amusement of a cherished child;
Such is Life, generally and specifically.
But what about what remains beyond description,
What is fundamental to Life
Which consciousness may guess
At but never actually know?
Consciousness is what constructs
The exquisite ball bell toy,
What sings out when it chimes,
And what holds and sees and hears it ring;
Consciousness is the whole of our reality,
And yet is but a subset of the totality.
However we describe it,
We never actually approach it.
However much we reach and grasp
We never actually hold it.
However much we try
We never actually arrive anywhere
But where we always are.
(10/13/25)
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Temptations are Undercover Agents. Cleverly disguised.. Each one strategically placed to test our current level of progress, and use of divine will power.
masqueraded as you like it
most cleverly wooed under a suitor's guise
played up most compelling disguise
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Fearing the loss of his hair, Porky Pig
went out and purchased a wig.
Now he's parading thinking he's handsome
securing his do cleverly with gum.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A good thought conceived in the soil of positivity
making its way through shard and slag
finding its way home into the heart.
The slag is cleverly staggered and thickening.
Filled with thorns and horns and dirty rags.
The good thought forced to play pachinko
with a venomous society.
Battered, fanged, and chipped.
The good thought came to a ragged end.
Staggered into the old honey hole.
There wasn't much of anything left.
I love the way you cleverly
pontificate and think you know it all ~
so quick to dole out your advice.
I close my eyes,
take a deep breath
'cause here we go again.
Under the guise of altruism,
you rank right up there with other pests ~
wish there was a prize for 'most annoying'.
I close my eyes,
take a deep breath
'cause here we go again.
You don't need any details
the solution's already in your head ~
who wants any of the facts?!
I close my eyes,
take a deep breath
'cause here we go again.
Do you even hear yourself ~
your words and tone are laughable
but there's no stopping you.
I close my eyes,
take a deep breath
'cause here we go again.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Cunning cuckoo, craftily creeping,
Cackling, cawing, constantly cheating!
Clocks keep clanging, chiming, churning,
Cuckoo’s call--chaotic, concerning!
Cranky critters, clueless, confused,
Chased the cheater--cleverly bruised!
Cuckoo, chuckling, cheekily flew,
Claiming nests like cuckoos do!
Wouldn’t trust that cuckoo chap--
Crafty con artist with a claptrap trap!
A situation or an individual always has two sides or even multiple sides
Its just that you don't tend to knows about it or never got to know one
A laugh , a beautiful smile which I knew for decades can be an evil smirk that wants me to decay
Perspective matters and so does the person
One's happiness is taken granted , while others aren't even granted to take it
We run , and run more hiding numerous pain or even calculating a situation's side gains
In the marathon we all run is a life's game chasing just happiness and not pain .
The most unrealistic thing nowadays is happiness
Bit is it actually happiness or its our willingness to be happy ?
Just sit down and think a bit... An individual and a situation is not what we think it is but always we want to believe it to be
The cycle of thoughts running and running until the chain springs
Your thoughts define what your action would be
Rage continued or thinking cleverly
Well anyways listen to the elderly but do what you want to do dearly
A person always has an earful to say but don't let it stay
As perspective matters but opinions too as it takes toil on you two
To make money do what you may
And let no rules come in your way,
Capitalism blares
As laissez-faire declares
Wild ways to thievery,
Packaged nigh cleverly
For robber barons of today,
Who should look in mirror
To reflect on error
And ponder, made they are of clay.
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Happenings |19.11.2024|money, business, mirror
Poet’s note: US, who has charged an Adani company of financial misdeeds, needs to look into its own history of capitalism. The first two lines of this ditty talk of what laissez-faire was and still largely is. A list compiled in 1934 named 26 robber barons (a German term for knights who charged illegal tolls from travellers along with other forms of thuggery). The list includes Andrew Carnegie, JP Morgan, and John D Rockefeller-- who later turned philanthropists and promoters of art to earn rubber stamp of public approval. The country reminds us of a cat on a pilgrimage:
Upon killing hundreds of mice,
A cat is out to wash her vice,
On holy pilgrimage
To pop up her image,
Poor mice paying her laundry price.
Fear no ghosts, nor demons in the night,
Nor werewolves, or shadowy spirits of light.
It's men I fear, whose hatred knows no end,
Whose rage and prejudice no bounds defend.
Fear not for rakshasas or witches of the past,
Animals die where go their souls at last?
Folklores, cleverly written to tell,
To bind generations in centuries old spell.
Indulgences were sold in the erstwhile time,
Not paying alms and tithes was deemed a crime.
To stop you from thinking, hearsay was invented,
Thus, critical thinking was strictly prevented.
Centuries old darkness continues to plays part,
Hiding the truth, spreading lies with art.
This devil resides in their mind’s deep pit,
And priests just fuels the fear to fit.
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