Roaming in the corridor,
The fairy chuckled,
Mesmerized by the beauty of her own dress,
She grew self-assured in her little fairy school.
The multi-colored tutu,
inlaid with wild flowers;
Rivaled her silver sandals,
Which gleamed like her sparkling wings behind.
Then came the final day,
Bidding farewell to her tiny realm,
She moved ahead.
With sadness and excitement intertwined,
She decided to work through,
Until she became the best.
The moment she stepped into the real world,
She realized,
The tutu she wore was nowhere near the fairy gowns.
The praise and love she once received had faded into lies.
Maybe the tutu she wore was the best tutu, but not the best gown.
Carrying the weight of sudden change,
She still chose to enhance her tutu’s grace.
She rushed to the fashion store and cheerfully exclaimed:
"Get me the Cancan underskirt, fabric and shimmery pearls packed!"
The seller shot her an irksome look,
and Demanded fifty golden bricks.
The helpless fairy turned hopeless,
For she could have earned those bricks—
Only if she had a fluffy gown dress.
For what it’s worth, I can’t stop thinking
about the predicament I’m in—
and no matter how many times I think about it,
I’ll always lose.
I’ll never win.
If given the chance,
I would give it my all.
So for me, if I admit it,
I’ll have to take the fall.
I look at you with my rose-tinted glasses
and see all the beauty in the world I need.
But at the same time,
when I look at you,
time passes,
my heart begins to bleed.
Almost anytime I walk into the room,
I smell a sweet smell—
but I take it as a sign
that I have to repel.
I wish it wasn’t that way,
but it’s all so true—
because when I smelled that smell,
I couldn’t stop thinking about you.
Oh, the moral dilemma I’ve put myself in.
I’ll always lose.
I’ll never win.
Philbert’s in a state euphoric, and why not?
After years of burning academic oil, a PhD he’s got!
But a PhD these days – as he is finding out –
guarantees no job security, and even lesser clout.
Resumé after resumé, interview after interview,
Philbert sits and waits for his dream job to come through.
Student loans with rising interest rates, those he has
and car payments, too, but not a penny to buy gas.
He’s made his parents into financial wrecks;
he fears they’ll soon be living off meager welfare checks.
With conscience tight in knots, he wonders if he did
them right, or would they prefer him happy but stupid?
At a bar he ponders this dilemma, but to no use;
he drinks himself into a stupor and pays with IOUs.
How do you kiss?
Tilt your head to the side
Keep your lips together
Or open them up wide?
Do you force his head back
Is that doing it right?
But you might see right up his nostrils
What an awful sight
How long do you kiss for?
A minute or an hour
What happens if his mouth tastes
Horrible and sour
From all that I’ve heard
About how to kiss
It sounds pretty terrible
I think I’ll give it a miss!
Okapi thought he was a horse
Attempted to blend in, of course
Zebras kicked him out
Horses ran about
But okapi had no remorse
Some days are diamonds
Some days are pure do-do
Today was a totally do-do day
I'm sure everyone has them every once in awhile
But mine are a lot more frequent than they once were
Is it my age that makes the difference
Or is it my retirement
Throughout my life, I have always been
A very, very active person
So to all of a sudden be without a goal
I'm lost in a sea of nothingness
The only activity my brain gets
Is poetry and that's not enough to sustain me
I need a challenge every day
I have one of those brains that constantly
Needs nourishing, to be challenged or it will die
I wish it weren't true
And I could just lie back in my easy chair
And watch the world go by
BUT... that's just not me!
Life is a constant oscillation between the sharp horns of dilemmas.
~ Henry Louis Mencken
Who cares if I but die today
or a day after, for all I care,
There's nothing else to do or say
No thoughts to write or share…
Why would I linger on in despair?
So let me live my last days my way
To drink, dance, cheat, steal or lie,
You are welcome to join, if you may,
I'll feast and frolic, least worried to die
drinking wine, whiskey, rum and rye.
If I do none but good deeds and pray,
Will you guarantee heaven when I die?
I'll be honest and walk a straight way
On the words of the Lord I shall rely…
Will I then in Paradise blissfully lie?
Oh, I am aware about the afterlife,
I rather enjoy this life here and now
Neither heaven I crave nor eternal life
Unless you wanna go first somehow
Verify this place with joys did endow.
I loved her
she didn't love me
I screamed at her
she didn't wake up
I cried
she didn't cry
I arrived
she left me
I went crazy
she abandoned me
One thing is for certain;
"You need to have wings
when you live near the abyss..."
Freedom must be won
Oppression beaten and done;
Let’s follow Heron:
Let’s make revolution live;
Defeating oppression’s jive:-
Come revolution,
Heal syndrome’s devolution;
Curing delusion:
It’s time for revolution;
Let’s get to liberation:-
We’ve survived much worse
Of the oppressor’s dam curse;
Now’s too, we will burst:
Liberation’s spring is here;
We’ll be fighting without fear:-
Now, its you folk’s call,
To deal with that choice by y’all;
Least all your hopes fall:-
Now you must learn from us all,
How to make opposition fall:-
We must get through this,
Can’t loose hope or be remiss;
Chains, we must resist:-
This Cold War too, must be done;
Liberty fought for and won:-
Fighting years ahead,
Election chains must be shed;
Let’s put fear to bed:-
Let’s fight for democracy
And our equanimity:-
Let me write something special about you today!
Should I write you as my longing,
Or should I pen down my emotions for you?
Should I write my life with you,
Or write you as my whole life itself?
Should I call you mine,
Or should I write myself as yours?
Should I write you as the future to come,
Or the moments that have passed by?
Should I write you as my love,
Or as the pain that love has brought?
Should I write you as a fleeting moment,
Or as a memory that lingers on?
Should I write you as my desire,
Or the dreams that remained incomplete?
Today, let me write the secrets of my heart on you—
Should I place my hand in yours,
Or breathe my presence into your soul...?
I believe this space must be appreciated
Blank, white, plain to see
Why are we so quick to cover up
That which is boundlessly free
Look at this space between the frame
Question, wonder, and consider
Here is a blank field, free for the taking
With potential untapped, as it were
But perhaps something sad should be noted
This canvas gets only one experience
Endless possibilities, limited to one
Only one potential can be in existence
But if we refuse and never color in the white
Then the canvas can continue to dream
But never live any true reality
Purity is a dilemma it does seem
Do we remove its potential and give it a path
Or do we keep the possibilities open and allow it to imagine
How do we choose such a powerful choice
Both options seem like a terrible sin
So make your choice (I steadfastly refuse)
This space is like a child who does need grow
So consider your own past and wonder which is worth it
Because perhaps to choose we should be a little more slow
We’ve donned this form to feel love warm,
caged in space and hemmed in by time,
memory of heaven wiped clean,
so we feel helpless in life’s storm,
deadened to pulse of bliss beat’s chime,
light of soul remaining unseen.
To have the cake and eat it too
requires us to remain awake,
recognising life is a dream
but how then will rapture renew,
if awareness applies the brake,
on flow of love’s dancing moonbeam?
This is the quiz we need to ace,
feasible only with God’s grace.
Today’s world-- weird, far too sure,
And looking too far gone for cure,
Where confidence is power,
Overconfidence, dour,
I wonder a curious
Smug look that lacks focus
Can take me far vaguely unsure.
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Tongue-in-cheek |20.02.2025| world, humour
A prince was heard to cry and wail,
lamenting the sad fairytale
into which he had been born.
Why was this gentle lad forlorn?
His true love's kiss, against his will,
instead of giving life, would kill.
Moonlight hitchhikes on green pines
Slipping away like maroon mind
Melancholy music rides breeze I find
Comfort and peace in warm red wine
Escape in a bottle isn’t the worst crime
Running full throttle from dilemma time
No longer on top not in my peach prime
Want it to stop this inner indigo whine
I failed and wail wildly in pantomime
Tell the tale smiling fallen star still shines
Hear them talking judgement like sour lime
Despite squawking new day new grace will chime
Turning the page on the drama of wintertime
Looking forward to redemption in green vines
Not dead yet despite my fret I will be fine
Know how to grow be bold and draw new lines
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