Life is slipping away with each clock tick,
no slowing down until pendulum will stop.
It’s relentless counting seems double quick,
until at last it’s become my time to drop.
Today has arrived finding me downcast,
and groping for words like some half-wit.
My happier times all snooze in my past,
but today will be what I choose to make it.
Somewhere deep inside of me is a heretic and a saint.
One's heart beats double-quick while the others' fairly faint.
Sometimes if I'm still enough I can hear the one quite clear.
First a trot then a gallop;loud and thunderous in my ear.
Until all I know is day is gone.
This night seems oh so long.
Behind this beat the other heart keeps time,
providing bass-line for my song.
Discord in accompany of sophisticated subtlety.
As the one crescendos,others start to play.
It's then I know this dark,dark night will soon give way to day.
Many my joys ye robbed, rob still,
Lifelong ye played on me your trick.
Rather than cure blown bubble’s ill,
Ye destroyed my self double quick.
When hurt O Imposter evil,
You sulked and made the real me sick.
Your whims needed a curing pill
In the form of a whacking stick.
Truth of atman walks nude at will,
But you loved gilded lies to lick.
You often talked of sun’s great chill,
And made my serene nights look bleak.
Tried, tame my mind to climb uphill,
And made it chase your false logic.
But no more, I now know to deal
With you, just wait for my last kick.
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Couplets |24.01.2023| mind, mischief
Who was such an arrogant p***k,
Turned out a sport, and double quick,
What was vulgarity
Turned into charity,
What was a faux pa, what a trick!
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Happenings |20.12.2022| Limerick
Poet’s note: New Zealand PM Jacinda Arden was caught on a hot microphone using a vulgarity. Yet, what could have taken an ugly turn, turned a face-saver. She and her target agreed to sign an official transcript and auctioned it to fetch 100,000 NZ dollars. Well, one who was a p***k sort, turned out to be a good sport! Some may focus on vulgarity, some on charity, what about the politicians’ maturity?
The year is galloping at an alarming pace
You want to yell whoa!
Where did spring go?
You feel like you’re riding a runaway horse
Helplessly away from the usual course
Last year didn’t go so fast
Life was just slower in the past
Quick, book a summer holiday
Double quick, it’s nearly May
Hurry, airfares are soaring
Or it’s Bognor again – boring!
Yikes, pumpkins grinning in Tesco, steady!
Can’t be that time of year already!
Winter woollies, scarves, a mitten
Where’s my wool, must get knittin’
Snow swirling outside my window pane
Footsteps crunching down the lane
Next year is creeping nearer
I just hope things won’t be dearer!
YEAR’S END
The year’s end is near as we head to the next one.
Already Halloween has come and gone
and bonfire night is a warm memory.
Soon Christmas will be here to dazzle
us with seasons greeting and merriment for all.
We remember what has been before
and memories we’ll keep forever.
There is still time to enjoy this year
as the leaves turn golden and dark nights draw in.
in double quick time we’ll be planning things
for the next 12 months and the whole process
will start again.
Because this is winter and nearly the year’s end.
best friend, children, first love, games, heartbreak, life, moving on,
SKIP TO MY LOU! ©
Harmonizing rhythms
Rotations synchronize to
Skip to My Lou
My Darlings
Couples take up ends
Two turn rope 'required'
Like me with you
Two ends
One jumper
Take turns
Work ends timing.
Double Dutch
Double quick
Pavement recounts
All the licks!
Skipped times
Challenges anew
Missteps loose turns
Rope Splits
Stop skip
Mid crisis
Ends must be reunited
Another ‘Skip To My Lou’
Game starts
More to chance
With knotted ends
'Jointed' again
Start the count-down
One, two, three,four,
You missed stepped---
And loose
My turn!
The sleigh is empty
The list is ticked
It’s back to base
Double quick
Mrs. Claus is waiting
To greet me
Fidgeting around
Quite excitedly
The bags are packed
And in the sleigh
We’re off to Florida
For a holiday
We have an unwanted mouse in our house
But am I permitted to kill it? No is the answer
My son suggested I leave the back door open
So it could let it self out when it was ready
My wife wants me to buy a humane trap
So I can catch it, release it, and catch it again next week
How confused we are of what animals are
We have this romantic notion of the animal kingdom
That they are just like humans but in animal form
We have endowed the beasts with human qualities
Beatrix Potter’s tales are a classic example of this
Stories spoon fed to young eager minds for decades
Mice do not live in houses, watch TV or play scrabble
It’s just a mouse, its vermin, and it’s eating my food
They have been humanised in a century of cartoons
In that undignified way we have Disney-fied them
Well we need to un-Disneyfy the creatures double quick
So I have baited my trap and I will wait for the snap
Because Mice don’t live in houses especially not in mine
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