NEVER ASHAMED
Standing buck naked!
No need to be ashamed:
Trees teasing winter:
This can't be my age!
I am still young at heart
The life of a party
Though hitting the bed by ten
Gained a few kilos of weight
But can fit into my youthful jeans
Grew sluggish and shorter in height
Although ready for a morning jog
Have to wear glasses now
As the print size has become smaller
A few grays in my hair don't tell my age
Merely a fashion statement
That adds a touch of elegance to my carriage
My knees hurt from the cold not stiffness
The reflection in the mirror shows what I'm not
An elderly haggard lady
With baggy wrinkled eyes and sagging jowls
As my passions still drive me forward
And I am still living my dream
For age is just a number
It's only the spirit that counts.
Stare at the pen you got,
Although your brain suffering from a drought,
Thinking about a revolutionary theme,
Then write the poem in your dream.
You got the theme, now pick your mighty pen,
And remember how you wrote, that poem back then.
Just think of two lines and then go with the flow,
How would you think anything, with a morale so low?
You got a good start, now follow a rhyming scheme,
If you can't do so, just stick to the theme.
You just need a little kick, then you will surely kill,
Yes, you are thinking right, you are lacking that skill.
First stanza is looking fine, just need a little edit
Just make it little meaningful, for those who might read it
you can't even think anything relevant, you good for nothing brat,
You need a brain for thinking, one should be aware of that.
This is not an easy task, be happy, at least you tried,
Don't think about that pen, who just committed suicide.
This is not for you; you are going in wrong lane.
Have some shame on you and don't try it again.
Don't grab a hot pan with your hand, from the form the oven!
It's painful.
Don't roller skate in a Hurricane?
Are Ya crazy?
Don't linger by tall buildings, in an earthquake.
It's fatal.
If you ride on a burrow might land on a cactus.
Your jazz will be Achin.
Don't eat a loaf of avocado toast and two stacks of bacon.
That's constipation may ruin your vacation.
Never refer to her as your old lady.
She'll punch you in the nose.
your eyes will swell closed.
Feel like you reside in Hades!
Jelly Fat
by M. Griswold
08272020
"Jelly fat!" you say "Just what exactly is that?"
Well, it's a little more than that li'l old belly fat.
It's all of yur all, you know, that li'l giggle stuff.
The li'l bit-o-fat that's beyond and above enough.
It's that shake in your middle when walking a little.
And bounces hard when, with your mate, you fiddle.
It's that loose bit-o-skin on your arms hanging down.
When reaching for that extra burger, big and round.
It's so hard to get rid of, that jelly fat is really tough.
Especially when accumulated around one's own ****.
And the older you get the harder it's to be rid of it all.
Seems that not a diet on earth can away make it fall.
But not to be so forlorn, unhappy and completely sad.
The doctors have figured out a way to make you glad.
You see, they place you on this table and strap you in.
Then suck it all out from your toes to your double chin.
You don’t look much like a strawberry, moon
But you do look like a shortcake in June
Round and gold and waiting for that sweet mess
Of strawberries and syrupy sugar, oh yes
I can sort of see it now, like a summer dream
Of beaches and carnivals, heaped with whipped cream
Now you’re gleaming white and clean as an empty plate
Right in front of whom I sit hungrily and wait.
Alpha cash warren,
isn't real Ralph Lauren.
It's like sayin pleather,
is some kind of leather?
Vanilla Chinchilla,
is only a dream.
Guess, Miss Diller,
would have loved it.
She was a Scream.
See, Barack Obama,
is not, Ali Baba.
But they knew the Guru,
Those Dudes, were right tight,
way back in high school.
She wore a new tutu,
And had fancy Bonbons,
Gifts for her true love,
his name is Don Juan.
A Hamilton is not a Cadillac,
But an oyster has a pearl.
If You, got the hot sauce,
You can Rap, like Duke of Earle.
Vol 1.
Comical Cat with his embellished top hat
Sat at the table with an ugly vampire bat
Along came a bee, all fluffy and phat.
We will be joined shortly by my friend, Freddy Gnat.
Do you like my burgundy ribbon? Asked the cat
Showing off his silky flamboyance, so shiny and fat.
Not as much as your bowtie, said Freddy the gnat.
Eyeing a small inviting hole in Comical Cat’s gorgeous hat.
Politics is a mutual confrontation
To gain status, power and influence
Is not that simple
Sometimes out of logics
No sympathy
Only politicking
No discussion
Only debate
No laws
Only conspiracy
No truth
Only absurd and fantastic ideas
No promises
Only proposals
With comical speech
A brilliant orator
With bribery
Some dirty tricks
All are to win
And he who wins
Is always to be admired
So comical is the struggle
As we so vacillate
Myriad desire forms juggle
Before each we prostrate
Make still the shaky heart
Simply add love to cart
Behold desires depart
Heart unstable
So comical
20-November-2021
Quietus
The children
Draw a world of gay colours
But a wrong proportion
A strange perspective
Comical, amusing and odd
Cartoon-bound
A world they see with simplicity of heart
The adult's world is too
Confusing, sophisticated, and twisted
Too difficult for them to present and interprete
In confession today
What will I say
In confession today?
That I didn’t pray –
How long will you stay
In confession today?
What will I say
In confession today?
That I left my rosary beads at home
To benediction I didn’t come –
Ah curse you!
How long will you stay
In confession today?
What will I say
In confession today?
I forgot my Hail Mary-
I don’t like him – he’s scary!
How long will you stay
In confession today?
What will I say
In confession today?
I didn’t take off my hat-
Well fancy that!
I think this amadan
Will stay all day in confession today
What will I say
In confession today?
Perhaps the question is –
Will I have my confession today?
That eejit is still yapping on-
Going – going – gone!
He’s been there
For ten minutes at least
Just prattling to the priest
I think there’ll be
No confession today-
This chatterbox
Has booked his seat
In the confession box
At last he’s coming out-
What’s this all about?
He’s still blathering!
Will he ever give over?
At last I can go in
And get penance for my sin
But that cretin
Has made me forget
What I should say
In confession today
4.1.15
Am I so old I cannot remember?
It was on the stairs, sometime in December.
My memory was in such a state,
that I found myself in deep debate
whilst climbing the stairs to fetch something down,
then couldn’t remember. I felt such a clown!
I descended because I forgot,
only I blurt out ‘Oh I remember what
the thing was which I tried to retrieve,’
of course, by then you just wouldn’t believe
(at the top of the stairs, which does make me peeve)
I’d forgotten again - it’s an endless task,
as myself on the stairs, I continue to ask.
The vocal coach will help my voice,
He’ll help me sing, it was my choice.
I turned up there with just myself,
He politely enquired about my health.
He asked if I could sing a note,
I obliged once I’d cleared my throat.
He looked and said ‘you cannot sing,
Next time you’re voice you’ll need to bring,’
I told him that was all I had
And he just said, ‘well that’s too bad!
MOMENTS 6 COMICAL
Sorrow feels joy
Life puzzles ploy
Do you know joy?
Joy knows sorrow
Do you borrow?
Cheer in sorrow
Drama shouts loud
Wear well and proud
Kind laughter loud
Leon Enriquez
11 August 2018
Singapore
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