ring, ring,
dang that thing
can't wake
for pete's sake.
get up
go pee
OK
let's see
stumble out
stub toe
bad start
let's go
water, straight
hydrate
good for cramps
don't call me gramps
take a walk
barefoot
neighbors talk
he's a nut
well put
big deal
this sludge
oatmeal
roughage
toothbrush -
what tooth?
corn mush
tooth gone
lost youth
I'm fed
make bed
another day
to dread
It's neither sympathy
Nor cultural
Neither pure, nor impure
But purely natural.
Yes the blood is real
And it's not to be ashamed of
Yes there's pain and cramps
But it cannot make your work stop!
Yes there are pads and cups
And many electric tools
Yes they are pretty normal
Untill 'n unless you belong to the fools.
Yes there are pills
And they're pretty deadly too!
Just to hide for the sake of tradition
Foolishness become a part of you!
Kitchen can't be restricted,
Temples don't go unholy.
Black bags bring in shame for real,
And give her mind a melancholy.
No it ain't a mockery arsenal,
Not something to make joke of,
We mustn't turn it into slur,
Cuz it's neither pejorative, nor scoff!
Friends should know about it,
Brothers should be taught.
Fathers must not command to hide,
Cuz it's something to be open about!
dim
sun set
need water
thirst with hunger
void stomach rumbles
mind imagines hot meal
with camomile tea and cake
headache fatigue with muscle cramps
I curl into a cold ball of flesh
savoury nutritious meal appears
chilli beans rice almonds raisins
filling stomach warms marrow
hunger satiated
drinking orange juice
thirst is now quenched
time to rest
undress
dream
Kranz cramps heat—sheath seals, seeds seethe
Turgor swells, culms quake
Veins pulse, bundle hums
Carbon snaps, stomata whisper
Drought yields, husks harden
Grains glitter, spine bends
Kranz folds, sheath tightens
Seeds bristle, stomata sigh
Dormancy waits, Kranz cramps heat—sheath seals, seeds seethe
B loopers you can't resist
U nder your stomach, crumbles and persist
B ubbles seen and floating in the eyes of the naked
B loating, bumping cramps of the wicked
L ifelong-struggles that make people laugh
E verybody snuggles, embrace and never scoff
G anging up on hyper or serious and loners of creed
A ping the mystics and heroes that squeed
N ever tire of life's challenges and trials
G ang of bubbles, portraying life's trendy and bloody vials
The promise
A friend of mine died, and I had promised to
Take his ashes up to a hill and strew them there
Then make robust love to his wife
His wife sat by his bedside and agreed
We climbed the mountain and gave his ashes to the wind
Then we had lunch at a fine café, talking
about what a great friend he was
Driving to my house, we became a bit silent
In the house, we drank some more, and I knew that
I could not get an ********, nevertheless
We tried to honor his wishes; we failed utterly
She had stomach cramps, and I had no ********
We had both drunk a lot of wine for this
purpose fell asleep
In the morning, we drank coffee, and I drove her
to her house, and we are best friends forever
I think his plan worked
Crick, Crack,Pop!,—“Ow!”, ach… won’t my joints of ache
never relent? The tension—every move—
with each attempt to loose—a rigid groove—
my muscles,—all efforts to simply break
the pressure,—ayayaye,so,taut—,to shake
free my body, to feel the strain improve,
I’ve tried to stretch myself so to remove
the overwhelming cramps and pangs, which rake
my shambling corpse.—But ill I find no cure
to remedy such condition as that mine;
Six months’ wait ’til a doctor checks my spine,
—and even then who knows if they’ll be sure
what sickness ails my feeble, failing form?
I’ll blow it off: pain has become my norm.
My heart cries no, no, please no AI -
my brain gets cramps, I can hear it sigh.
My fears shiver and my soul does cry.
All AI feels wicked and viscous,
bound to erase potential in us.
No more striving to accomplish much -
we'll be ghosts of our past human touch.
In such a world, I would not belong.
Wrong is wrong and wrong has come along.
AI, cloning - both sing same sad song.
My skin has become like sandpaper
Blotches showing up everywhere
A pimple resides at the end of my nose
Some areas have unwanted hair
What 's happening to this body of mine
Seems it's just about falling apart
Ankles are swollen to twice their size
Been expelling a whole lot of farts
It's referred to as the ageing process
Is this what's in store from now on
No more of this sleeping to noon
Always up at the crack of dawn
Needing to pee three times a night
My back teeth are floating around
Cramps in my legs are driving me nuts
And my PJs keep falling down
A hell of a mess this ageing process
Not a damn thing a person can do
Hang in there my friends, it won't be long
The grim reaper will be calling you soon!
My government
Has not approved
Helping the poor.
Going down town
Ancient food chain
Menu price up.
Market items
Rotting all eyes
Left empty hands.
My eyes eating
Paint hamburger
Cramps my belly.
Love is everything,
A game, a passion, a dream.
Basketball, my greatest love,
So tiring, but so much fun.
Though I cannot play today,
An injury keeps me away.
Jumper’s knee, it makes me wait,
Oh, what a shame, but I still won’t hate.
The pain, the cramps, the hard work too,
But it’s worth it for what I do.
This game is part of who I am,
It lifts me up when I feel down.
My love for you will never fade,
Basketball, you’ve made me brave.
You’ll always be my favorite game,
Forever I’ll love you the same.
I’m happy inside with applause
Merrily close to menopause
Even if I get warm like sun
I’m so happy thinking soon it’ll be done
No more killer cranberry cramps
No more pressing pads like stamps
No more birth control pills
No more nausea and feeling ill
So excited about the freeing of mind
From worry of planting babies times
That’s all over after menopause completes
Like a four leaf clover I am happy it’s nearing
At the end of each month
my hormones begin to flare
my body slowly manifesting
into a love child
of the Wolf Man
the cramps I feel
aggravates me each night
to jump from out my bed
and sprint into the streets
to howl at the sight
of the super moon
like a rooster
keeping everyone awake
at the peak of the night!
Drones
The agreeable weather persists and worries me
sitting in the yard trying to read the papers
but hand cramps prevent me
Two flies are circling could be miniature
drones spying on me, could it be the people
in the Guardian who have asked me for money
the last twenty years
there are millions of drones, swarms like clouds
on a hazy mirror, an early morning
Every government has drones, and calls it
securities, a word loaded with falsehood
when they want to control everyone
In Iran, they have moral police with drones
checking to see if women in their gardens
wear veils and cover up their arms
Here in the West, drones take lewd photos
of us and demand money to have them
erased
The drone pair has disappeared, this makes
me annoyed, so I'm not worth spying on
is that it?
(To be sang to the tune of "Cruella DeVil"
from Disney's 101 Dalmatians)
Novella DeVil. Novella DeVil.
She writes to humour,
To move and to thrill.
She stirs her readers feelings
With her Quill.
Novella. Novella.
She stirs her readers feelings
With her Quill.
Novella. Novella DeVil.
On the surface
She is quite a shy one.
Yet, through her works
She reaches out to you.
You'll look into her eyes
And you will wonder why
She's worn a cloak called "Fear"
Her whole life through!
The time will arrive
When she'll realise
The cloak doesn't shield her
But it cramps her style.
She'll throw away her fear
And she will shine.
Novella. Novella Devine.
Novella DeVil. Novella DeVil.
She writes to humour,
To move and to thrill.
She stirs her readers feelings
With her Quill.
Novella. Novella DeVil.
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