China refusing to kowtow
Trump bends over backward to bow,
Blaming ‘no good’ media
For powwow with India
Whose time in world he feels is now,
Yet, wearing horse's blinds,
He hardly knows nor finds
How his own time’s ticking somehow.
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Happenings | 01.06.2026 | American, India, political, humour, Limerick
Note: At long last it dawns on Trump that ‘India’s time in the world is now’—suddenly after downplaying the country for long-- imposing 50 percent tariff, calling it a hellhole, cozying up with Pakistan against India, undermining QUAD agenda…Why this late realization? Perhaps, after failing to get a much-anticipated warm hug from China’s XI, reality has dawned on him at last.
Momma asked me, What's the title of the book I'm leading,
I did not answer, but just looked at her,
After a minute and a sigh
'Its untitled' I said, with a gentle smile.
Somedays its tragic, other days its magic.
It has its own shares of adventures,
while somedays its just lazying and cozying in bed.
It's about a writer, a lover, a son and a friend
Some chapters talk about late night parties,
some chapters shows the lonely painful nights.
Its a comedy and a romantic
A lover with no lover,
From a boy to man.
It has no prequel nor a sequel
Just a book with pages to be filled.
Momma laughed and nodded her head, as she said,
"Be sure to add a happy ending"
When I hear Christmas bells jingle,
I recall the days of frisky kiddies.
I wonder: what stifled the giggles,
the white unsoiled dentition,
the charming rosy dimples,
sparkling eyes on snowy cakes,
cold December cozying up the heart.
My ear pricks up at sound of Noel;
nostril sniffs fries off the cuisine,
throat tickles, acts out a gurgle.
Christmas Day is a year in coming;
yet we've not time to ponder how time
nibbles our span, always wishing all
A Happy Christmas and a rough road.
We're happy, lost in celebrations,
the end of which we dare not mull
till we face up to His Coming,
and wonder what a happy Christmas.
Indeed, a Happy Christmas!
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
The lazily flowing breeze
The swaying of the trees
Sun peeping out of the clouds
Birds unsure if they should sing aloud
Little puppies cozying up to mummy
Finding warmth in her emaciated tummy
New buds trying hard to blossom
To spread their fragrance in nature's bosom
A crowd of bag totting humanoids
Trudging along in a life with happiness devoid
No hearts beating nor pulses throb
Just empty gazes like a zombie mob
I snuggle next to the sleeping pups
And the mother, at me, she looks up
And gathers me into her with a mother's grace
She has a cold nose but warmth in her embrace
Deep inside the blanket so warm
cozying with teddy in my arms
I counted the stars at night
One, two, three to ten,
the stars were more than ten
Counted them again and again
The moon came in between
pushed it away.
My teddy took it to play
Rocket from somewhere
kept me pushing
Wake wake up- its my mommy!
with a brush in hand
I dont want to open my eyes
Its so chill, cuddled my teddy
inside my wool
Mama kisses me and says
"Happy Christmas" today
I jump from my bed
"No School today"
Santa is in town
My friends are out to play
My teddy sleeps in my place
Happily counting the stars
as I await the sunny day.
... Suresh
Politicians seem to have an inborn propensity for inane chatter.
They'll WALTZ through a media event leaving many things unsaid,
And TWIST the truth 'til you're left with useless JIVE REELing in your head!
They are renowned for TAPDANCING around most any subject matter!
They'll SASHAY and do a TWOSTEP to obfuscate and to evade.
Politicos make asinine promises from CHARLESTON to Seattle,
And CHOREOGRAPH their DO-SI-DO with folks spewing their idle prattle!
They'll DANCE SWIRLing PIROUETTES never calling a spade a spade!
Some have GYRATED 'round the requirement to pay taxes for years!
Then RAVE, "Gee, my staff should've taken care of that" when the JIG is up!
Those scoundrels are all alike, drinking from the same old loving cup.
How they love to do the BUNNY HOP cozying up with their beloved peers!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 2 in Barbara Gorelick's "May I Have This Dance?" Contest - Feb 2011
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