Definite Dinah definitely doesn’t change her mind
Ferociously feeling firm in all ideas, she will find
Kids maneuver around her; she is not awfully kind
When she bargains and barters, it is legally bind
We saw Dinah debating where we usually dined
Warning the waiter she almost never will change her mind
He appreciates the heads up; said we were kind.
I notice his palm is unusually magically star-lined.
He is a find, says Dinah, he truly is one of a kind.
Do you want to have a baby?
I'll give you a definite maybe.
Babies can cry and scream so loud.
Three in one house can make a small crowd.
I hope I'm not clearly misunderstood,
just unsure I'm ready for fatherhood.
You and I may be old jalopies,
but we suffice - original copies.
We could be relaxing on the grass,
not changing diapers of liquid gas.
Wait, it's time for you to cop a plea
in what seems a tragic comedy.
I never knew, when I started kissing,
your birth control pills had been found missing.
It seems that your little pill pack
has been fully empty - pills, it does lack,
and it's an open secret on the block
that I've become a laughingstock,
and I suppose you're thinking, honey,
that this is seriously funny.
Nine months later, she said smugly,
it can't be yours, you're pretty ugly.
sharp or keen - foolish or dull
something on which to mull
but I'm still at a loss
one way or another
I must choose oxys or moros
It was today, that wasn't so good for me.
multiple decades possibly washed away.
family means everything but i'm a terrible brother.
a horrendous friend who ran from life once lived.
to pastures green and new.
when all that was left behind was those who needed me.
and now I feel needed more than before i left.
there's a guilt there, no there's nothing I could've done it was out of my hands.
but a guilt that i'm so distant in every way unable to even sit down and help pass the time.
the pressure is building on me, don't get me wrong in myself I'm happy and I'm fine, but in others I just want to be there even just for a day.
Just let me find a way back home be the brother I once was and live a life I left behind so long ago, even just for a day.
(D.G S.J L.W K.R)
No Conclusions***
Can’t figure things out?
Never between
the lines.
Outside the lanes,
Staying spaced
In gray shadows
Or mist or fog…
Outlying and altering.
Possibly close,or
Beyond
Leaving,
Below or high.
Yet, wearing
pseudonyms,
Always being
Lost, then
Re-addressed.
Oscillating.
But, remaining
Persistently
ambiguous.
Ticking, dangling.
Indefinitely
“Durra lurra loo,
Durra lurra lay,”
Tick-tocking clock
Infinitely
Short morns.
Dragging afternoons.
Cycles of blue moons.
Possibly some
Random hours
to play. Hooray!
And sing,
“Tick tick toe too,
Geerie oh toe loo.”
A clock eternally
Maybe
Runs…
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(c) sally young Eslinger 9/27/21
Glory to God
A Definite Maybe
To feel again the warmth of loves first kiss,
And gently hold its hand, as you held mine.
I count each passing second, should I miss
The chance to meet and let our hearts entwine,
Each heartbeat felt, each thought, each soundless word.
First love! Like some exotic migrant bird
Returns, faint shadow flitting 'cross the ground
So swiftly, daring yet that it be caught
And brought to life, to fill those empty years.
Young love! Her precious smile just can't be bought,
Though gladly I would pay her price in tears.
First love! That in our youth did slip away,
To be returned, by you, again today.
I unlearned everything today
you learn something new ever day
Who say Ganga live on earth?
Real Ganga is still in paradise
If you want back Ganga again
Just do prey by holy god
Drop the sin with holy sole
Start your journey play your role
Ganga again do appear
To remove every sin of earth
Ganga is herself a holy shrine
Ganga is life of our culture
Awake again the lord Shiva
Who only control Ganga Flow?
Go in the past make way for future
Life of bharat do definite appear
When a man brings his wife some flowers without reason
You can bet your sweet bippy there's definitely treason
Flowers are quite nice
But really don't suffice
However large sums of money would deal with the demons
(On the donkey)
No cheese
Just grease.
Cogwheels
Life seals.
Ceilings
Dealings.
Lots smiles
Did miles.
Yes friends the western socity is over,
Some are partying,
Some are crying,
I'm recording its decline.
as we all die
we each just seem to take our turn
some made to freeze
others made to burn
and we die with knowledge
we never wanted to learn
tears that were once shed for love
may once again start to churn
as some will grieve
and others will yearn
I wonder if the people who care now
will later mourn
do not worry though
do not show any concern
for dust you are
and to dust you shall return
A Page of Definite Answers
confronts the students,
daunting them with its Rightness
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