beware
blonde hair
forget
brunette
red head
instead
An almost dwarf from ukraine'
Who is real fond of warfare and gain
Got to the 'white house to barter'
Yet ended up starters
For calling; out' unsavoury names'
He then went to starmer'
another no charmer'
Causing Britian, much
anger and shame'
I hear daily its people complain!
I fell into dubious soup of life on a summer’s day
Not ill prepared, totally unprepared
Realizing I did not know anything
When prior to, I thought I knew everything
How to fix the world, how to fix my parents.
I struggled to hold my seventeen-year-old head up
high above the chili beans of knowledge
My foot is four legs of a tortoise
My thump is anchor of my docking
My reason is the traffic light of red lights only
My patience is the hand break of a vehicle
Their ‘batakari’ has wings to fly over me
Their worm-length’s shape has assumed e-train’s speed
Their purpose has influenced reason
Their haste has dismantled rightful queues
My hope of getting there is terminated
My hope of timely-fulfilment is turned time-will-tell
My very core of success is just an envisaged hallucination
My comfort of hope is … ‘God will tell when’
Life is not a competitive errand
Life must be fulfilling through struggles
My much efforts draining, I can’t change my aging
They pass through the hasty runways
Through dubious means to by-pass me
To achieve their over-ambitious greed-filled lives
At the expense of the down trodden.
I am not blaming the successful for my plight
But the gate has to be opened to all,
The apian way is an abomination.
Do unto the politicians, the vote winners, the powerful and the privileged
Including their relations, associates and affiliates
As you do unto the civilian, the vote casters, the commoners and the under- deprived.
O Time
I'm on your floating boat
stream, wave, tide, stormy night and darkly day
through your cradle
now; I'm on a withered foam
sun on the setting horizon
truth lives in the Relativity
I cannot believe all
I cannot believe the great END
I'm in dubious-dilemma
-March 07, 2019 Chattogram
He stood blocking the postal box, and I looked over his shoulder
He yelled, "Stop looking over my shoulder!" I replied, "I'm sorry".
Again he yelled, "Don't be sorry!" In dismay, I backed away.
06062018PSoupContest, When Three Lines Are So Much Better, Silent One, 3P
I have long loved astonomy.
It led me to cosmology,(No, I don't do hair!!)
Cosmology led to physics.
Which i had always thought was a generic Ex-Lax.
So I have been reading up on it these last odd years.
(And believe me, they have been odd!!!)
But I'm starting to lose my faith.
Physics books tell me things appear from nowhere.
(Like my ex-wife!)
Virtual particles just materialize, etc...
I don't know.
I've been waiting for over a year for
a package of swiss cheese to appear
in my refrigerator.
I have my doubts now.
And no cheese.
Rats.
Sorrow hastens the hearts lament
For love and things once owned,
As one is material to a great extent
Yet both are almost always bemoaned.
Long has man heartily undertaken
The art of bloody vicious war
And all too often love is forsaken,
Just to settle a selfish score.
On common ground would some agree,
“That all’s fair in love and war,”
But I beg to differ because it is plain to see:
That love is what is needed more.
History tells us of the battles fought
Along with the many reasons why
And even today, we are yet greatly distraught
To know that many still fight and die.
Oh would love be grand if it spread like plague
Infecting all and humbling their ill will,
Causing the dark hateful memories to fade:
Forever crippling the urge to kill.
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