My Worst Enemy I s Myself
I hate myself for being lazy,
Last minute task, mass effort super busy,
I just want to change my negative trait,
So disappointed cramming is great.
Doing my duty is not easy,
Need to finish it all in a day,
Why Am I like this?
Other things to be done, I really miss.
My worst enemy is myself,
Not enough even if I did my best,
I hope to stop this bad attitude of mine,
In order to fix everything in line.
August 23, 2026
Jam or custard-centred is a matter of preference.
Under the counter lights, the many delights beg—
Slathered in cream is a bonus to consider.
There’s no greater buzz than entering the emporium.
Doughnuts have always been my emotional crutch
Ever since my college days, when cramming for exams.
Slipping sugary treats into my school satchel;
Soggy, healthy whole-wheat sandwiches were ignored.
Even during pregnancy, my craving intensified.
Recreating my one secret indulgence always flopped.
The small corner bakery still serves the best temptations—
Shedding the pounds on my hips: a lost cause.
my cupboards despise me
they are yelping to be clean
There are probably armies of raccoons back in there
They throw potato flakes out when I open them the cupboard doors.
I bet some of my groceries are ten years old
I am piling upon piles, cramming and slamming stuff in
The stuff in the back never gets disturbed
There might be a platoon of cats living back there
It would be super brave to haul it all out and see what I have
I am not that brave
A job for my children
After I am gone
This morning we jogged early
I was back in my flat by six-thirty
From my tenth floor view of the Charles River basin,
The morning was incandescently flushed by the peach-colored sun.
The transparent clouds seemed stylistically stained, artfully workshopped,
which offered a softened, Tiffany glass effect wholly worthy of worship.
I can’t stop to admire it. I’m jamming things into suitcases.
Cramming things into boxes, giving things away.
I had a second interview Monday afternoon, for Johns Hopkins med school. They put the question to me:
“The semester starts in 18 days - can you do that?”
“Yes,” I replied, and just like that, I'm a Blue Jay.
Of course, I had to withdraw from the masters program but Harvard gave me a full (95K) refund - I think they’re more excited about my med school admission than I am.
I’m not afraid of discordant notes.
They change the landscape.
Take us to new emotional places.
Any major work is going to have them.
.
.
A song for this:
Hang on Little Tomato by Pink Martini
It's Amazing by Jem
Late one star-crossed summer's night
when I'd had more than enough
and only just in case
I was packing all my hard-won stuff
accumulated over more than several years
up to my ears there was indeed a lot of it
squashing jamming squeezing cramming
all in all a quite tight fit
as my entire worldly goods left in a taxi with me
something I now would like to know
who came up with the cliché and said,
'You can't take it with you when you go.'
Our Lost Eternity
by Lord R.e. Taylor
When we are young
Time really means nothing
We have an eternity before us
And so much life left to live
Sadly, the years fly by
And the eternity begins to fade
Our remaining time passes too quickly
Just as if in the blink of an eye
We no longer have enough time
So, we do our best
Cramming years into mere instants
But always know that you lived well
And no matter how fast we lost eternity
There will be those left behind
And we will be remembered and loved
© Poem XXI/III/MMXXV
LRET
A friend sent me a spinner
Which turns gently in a breeze.
It needed some assembly,
So I got down on my knees,
Removing all the pieces
From the box where they were packed.
I looked at the instructions
And then noticed that I lacked
Part D, which had connectors,
So I couldn’t quite begin.
Without those parts, the spinner
Wouldn’t even get to spin.
Although it came from China,
It’s through Amazon and so
Returns are pretty easy,
Which I’ve lately come to know.
My friend got me the code
And I will head to UPS,
If my cramming-in-the-carton skills
Are met with some success.
The ultimate bug saver is my cousin Clementine.
She makes them into friends and helps them dine.
Termites have eaten the woodwork off all of her walls.
Crickets and roaches follow her to all of her malls.
She cannot step on one, she says it would make her ill.
They are all over her house, in her yard, up and down her hill.
Here is a cockroach, a water bug, and an army of ants.
Thank you very much she says, cramming them into her pants.
Your index is still in grip than your appendix.
Your words are still in repulsion of mirror, consciously.
It does kill, I think, both ways. indecision as a pill cutter and anti-cutter
Three subjects wide ruled lines, even though
the very first one did not melt, so far.
Yet, these days, they do come again, as long-lost sun lights.
Once a study table with a glass top, used to believe that.
there was a student.
sweating to study,
harder and harder in watching lives, passing by, finetuning and fines and dues.
and tuning in the farthest try than in nearer sigh,
happening democracy in the pressing opposite
cramming the fine paper space in an obscure awkward offset
Where words fall short to heed or hide
or make a duo in understanding altogether.
Looking inwardly, I am too
Or else, it is better to let go
Truly it is far better to let go
than to hold back a strenuous good bye
That should end at least half an hour ago
Peculiarly, blossoming at the doorstep, once again!
Time could have the answer to all questions
So everytime you fail don't be disheartened
Shy away your fears and cure your lesions
It is time that tells the moment for redemption
Time is a treasure, plentiful but scarce
But many people fail to realize
There is too much time spent for wasting
Yet they treasure every moment when cramming
April 14, 2023
Sitting surrounded amidst the heap,
Like a gale or like a storm
They come every year every month
All the cheer they sweep aside
All a sudden Heavy books heavy pile
With dark bags under every eye
Cramming night sleeping daytime
Drowsiness engulfs from the backside
Head up focused yet mind outside
Ticking clock running the time
3,4,5,6
Mental trauma making way inside.
My heart is a charcoal gray
With silver specks in the sun
Tomorrow is New Year's Day
And this old year, my dear, is done
A bit of moss on the north knoll
The hills of my heart burrowed through
And I'm cramming hope in the holes
Just like the woodpeckers do.
ANAGRAMMATIC Poetry Form
An anagram mantra
Gramma acting manic
Mama in a catamaran, cramming in a cigar
A martian mating in mint gin
A cat antic, grit at a rat act
Magma in a tin, anti-gamma rant
A tram cart ramming a car mart
Magi antic tracing air art
Gain magic in a grim margin
Am I an ant? A racing gnat?
I grin at rain, I’m a maniac again
Tag. I am it. ;)
I hope you did Bernard inform
He should be there in uniform
Or else he is the Out - Of - Form,
Who shan't be housed in Lucas Dorm:
Forever A stranger to storm;
My prayer: that kids grab The Norm
Striving to not leave any torn,
So that their guides won't seem won.
Simple: Haters of uniform
We need to pointedly reform
Heads cramming with the unsafely
Of one edging near a mufti
Am i speaking with a girl coy
And not sensible Billy Roy
Just cramming much sugar in soy?
Up appetite sucrose could cloy,
Sweetened meals hearts hardly buoy,
Much sugar and less joy,
Yes, time bomb treating as toy;
Not better than Rum for Ahoy!
I could swear a food demon's ploy
To their finishing hands employ
"Now Diabetes here we come:
Billy Roy and I show the sum"
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