craze pops like a popcorn
roasting after every season of a newborn
awaiting what it looks, feels like trying new
zapping the line or cue in askew
ends short within a year or two after brew
fad drops like a snow when you're off guard
anything new, pleasing, soft, gentle or hard
different generations had them all --
some forgotten or dated to discard
fashion in modes move silent or loud over time
accessories, clothes, gadgets, machines, activities that consume your time
shoes worn, strings, sessions, social life people embrace
holidays celebrated, hypes, hope and holograms that may float or vanish without a trace
invitations, parties, gatherings of the unified
on gates, nooks and sites that require ticket, passkey, passcode that divide
new and old craze, fads and fashion
combined in an open, classified space in tide
Horny Lizard Music
I “Slap Uh the bass”
Gosh darn...
Lizard Brain...
Cold Blooded?
What the heck???
A Speck of Dust in the Eardrum
Humm...
Strum, strum, strum away...
Echo Location
Whale, Monkey, Eagle, Lizard, Dragon, Snake, Bear, Wolf, Pig, Dawg, and “Mouse”
This is a crazy thing to talk about
NOT in MY house...
Just saying
Pick up that bass and go back to “slaying”
Hey...
Is for Horses???
NOT for kids...
The bold horizon burned and died
cold in my eyes as I turned aside
on the road to nowhere
taking it slow
making it easy
in no hurry to go
I'm taking my time
for I never felt the need
to heed the latest mad fad
or follow the current day's craze
yet I don't fret or sweat
the small stuff
but I did learn
soon enough
the tide will turn
and the seventh wave
tho' said and done
is not always
the largest one
Labubu grins, a curious work of art,
Kasing Lung’s dream, brought forth from the heart.
Pop Mart displays, collecting carts start,
Lisa’s embrace gives trends a new chart.
People of faith, consider your part,
Not every craze should capture your heart.
Fame’s shining lure can pull us apart,
Discernment and wisdom must always take part.
Enjoy what is lovely, but don’t let it chart
A course that could lead your soul to depart.
The world may entice with treasures and art,
But truth and love must anchor your heart.
Let light be your guide, not just what is smart,
For faith is the truest and timeless art.
Money, money, money
Give me a penny,
I’ll stash it, I’ll hide it,
And guard it like treasure.
In his belly, a hunger
That can’t be fulfilled,
For gold and for riches
His greed is unmatched.
He pockets the profits,
The worker gives his all,
But when it’s time to pay,
The boss is long gone.
No thought for the world,
Just riches to keep,
He’ll chase every dollar
And never lose sleep.
In your heart
All is temporary
Or permanent.
If you fall, I fall
Let us go down
Like waterfall.
People will love
Color black after
White disappointment.
Before I wait
The one I love
I wait you to love me.
Never act crazy
There will always be someone
Crazier than you.
Minds turned into images
Barren moments, parched feelings
Drowned in haste and unease,
Self-indulgent and covetous
Desolate technology slaves
Imprisoned in closed cabins
Chained to the chairs
Eyes fixed on the screens
Human skeletons with dried hearts
Drained and deserted relationships
Torn emotions and tainted lives
Emptiness all around
Ruled by commerce and profit
Turning world in to market
With frozen conscience
Infringing the peace loving souls
Bred by craze, power and greed
Aimless swarms and awry crowds
Turning planet in to an oven
Yelling advancement and progress
Green turned into grey
Sky turned into smog
Breeze turned into beast
Violating nature’s chastity
Where are the relaxing rooftops
Trees and the chattering birds
Clear sky and the morning dew
Seducing sunsets and cozy evenings
Lost in the crew of human creatures
Serene, pure, tender and loving
Living in isolation and disenchantment
Waiting for the return of olden days
Seems a forlorn hope in mighty milieu
Crafted by the self-centered masters
Impervious to human virtues
But, the hope never dies
She's madly jealous
Like the way her brother dance
He's graceful than her.
Wisdom dawned, but late
Life is on the verge
Peeping through the past
Omissions and errors galore
Stare in the face
No second chance
The pride, ego and craze
All leave with no trace
Life passed in futility
Living in illusion of hope
Wasting all in fantasy of gain
If at all, I could get one more chance
But, No!
Life is a one way travel
Body movement shake
A dance craze in modern hype
Bizarre for adults.
I’d never seen a Fox Trot
nor a Jittery Bug
Though whenever I’d Twist
in agony I’d Shout
But when a Hully became a Gully
and Monsters like Potatoes were Mashed
This Jerk got on his Pony ~
and Loco Motioned those Stoned Phonies
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come
their colors vibrant in sun rays.
In the blooming epoch of days,
there are no rules when nature plays.
Where on earth are these lovelies from?
In the blooming epoch of days,
the unlikely swarms have now come!
Pressing handset's waiting keys
With smiles like one, who's had cheese:
To a teacher stings of bees,
Soon, his tears or great unease...
For many more years a craze
That shall its critics amaze:
Those who yearn to it erase.
To, again, Floored Standards raise.
How do things stand for Handset?
Oh yes! Your own child's first pet
That might trap it in a drag net
And others rope into bet!
Shame on student with eye glass
Still his actions a big farce;
Use of handsets during class:
Children sooner fail than pass...
Glows
protect
city streets;
Nola’s lantern
craze.
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