Time was when apes stood up on twos,
Gained height to hail human-like hues.
Today, back to all four,
Backward to times of yore,
Calling it Quodrobics--
(Fancy calisthenics?),
Bored, man’s looking for an excuse--
Any a fancy trick
From blue to get a kick
To liven his dull life lived loose!
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Happenings |15.09.2025 | humour
Note: Quadrobics (calisthenics using all four limbs), a new-fangled revolution in fitness aiming to bring to fore the animal lying latent in human beings. A fresh new concept in exercise in which people copy animal like lifestyle-- walking, jumping on all the four limbs, even climbing trees bare-footed with no modern equipment. Wonder, what not a bored man would do to alleviate his tedium, monotony, and ennui of life!
In days of yore
her husband snored
Her nightly grief
knew no relief
But then by chance
she learned to pole-dance
which promptly cleared his sinuses
~ Though that had its plusses and minuses
In days of yore a lady's heart was won
Through chivalry and deeds of derring-do.
If swain proved false, she'd bid the knave be gone,
Adjust her cap and look for someone new.
By age fifteen a maid was in her prime,
Her window for a spouse a narrow slit.
She could not pule and pine for love sublime,
And oft as not would take what she could get.
When knight set out to win his lady fair,
Through joust or other mortal combat act,
He knew that love for him she would forswear
Lest he prevailed with manly parts intact.
Today true love is not so much a chore,
And less dramatic than in days of yore.
From days of yore, from ancient times long before,
were prophets, and bards and sages;
these men of lore, who wrote of fate and more,
were scribes of the scroll of ages.
Today we know, from what the documents show,
that these men were highly revered;
so long ago, these souls spoke of tomorrow;
and now they have all disappeared.
A bundle from the past -
the 1930’s and ‘40’s.
A wisp of his breath…I’m breathless.
Did he know his love story would last?
1941 envelope -
my fingers glide over the sleeve.
I tenderly take out the note,
the sweet poetry…telescope
peering into the days of yore.
Grandpa won his sweetheart with words:
“From a worthless bum,” a treasure,
Grandma and their progeny adore.
Love poems, other’s curious.
One bespeaks of “…is it murder
to help someone dying…in pain.
Contemplation or serious?
The carrier, my sister, brought
back from her travels photos, too.
…and I thought of my mother
her photo, now, an afterthought.
The sentiment held in my heart.
Illustrious words and still lifes
my mind ponders as I grow old.
‘Tis true, one day too, I’ll depart.
I’ll take my time reading the words -
I read some to my attentive spouse.
How lovely we shared that moment -
the nectar of two hummingbirds.
7/6/2022
Dark Days of Yore
Knew No day should be evil
Only people dwelling therein
In its steep lights are casting
Dark spell and curses upon it
The warlock is out loose in wild
Bringing back the dark old days
More than evil we've once known
Lurking in the faraway woods
Cursed land of the abhorred
Left to the mutant creatures
Known only to our doomed
And untamed Imaginations
The evil wizard has escaped
He broke the old tired chains
Heading into the cursed woods
To cast his carnage upon us
Nocturnal serpent is coming
Creeping up and slithering
Beware of its kiss of death
Sending you to great beyond
Conscript us back into the past
Calamity is turning back the clock
Like the world is aging in reverse
Malevolence of dark days of yore
Think back, way back
to days of yore
The simplest things today
were such demanding chores
Bake bread from scratch
Slaughter a chicken
Salt it and drain the blood
Fetch the well-water
Trudge through rain and mud
Sew and knit all your clothes
Cut the firewood and keep it lit
Wash and press laundry by hand
Eke out a living from stubborn land
We often say that life was less complex back then
~ Though we can't tell a chicken from a hen
In the days of yore, our hearts bore
the burdens of that heavy laden heart
Now, for His love, our hearts are joyful all the day
It making merriment with play because of "Jesus"
He whom had that old, "heart of stone" rolled away
Declaring this forever, the “Lord Jesus,” that had His angels to
move that "heavy stone" at the tomb so we all can view of that
event at the end of the third day. That being the brightest of all
Sundays For this we ever say, “Holy, Hallelujah, Hurray”
Past and present renewed, the future is fully realized
and time now is no more:
The Bible scriptures has extolled and foretold:
of a future with glorious beautiful heavenly abodes
Yes, Past and present shinny renewed, the future is fully realized
and time is now no more:
The Bible scriptures are extolled and foretold:
This of a future with His glorious light and beautiful heavenly
abodes
“Jesus,” the Blessed hope; this to all His disciples; as He said,
written and scribed on scrolls and told
I used to sashay into a room
And see all the guys just stare
Now when I waddle in a room
I get cuddled like a bear
I reveled in the very fact
That I was just sizzling hot
Now I feel rather lukewarm
Marilyn Monroe I am NOT!
I used to have a tiny waist
That accentuated my breast
Now there are lots of tiny rolls
That go right up to my chest
People like to touch my arms
They remind them of a pillow
And when I walk, do watch out!
My bum does jiggle like jello
Although now I am not streamlined
Unlike Angelina Jolie
I’m still happy with who I am
Cause there’s beauty inside of me
I don’t think that a woman’s meant
To be merely some skin and bones
But rather curvaciously soft
Or her pokiness will bring groans
And yet I confess to moments
When I wish I could turn back time
I want to be drop dead gorgeous
Not skinny… but full and sublime
Well, this lament is getting lame
So I'll start the exercise craze
I still want to make men go weak
So they’ll stare at me in a daze!
But Belly Dancing won’t be fun
There just won’t be enough to shake
So maybe I’ll just stay this way
And be good...for heaven’s sake!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
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