Wishes
I made wishes: to
have
instant not light shaggy hair, to
have a
not able to
be eaten egg-shaped nut with
yellowish brown shell (no face) as a
head, to
have aluminium shins and
maybe
aluminium eyes.
HUMPTY DUMPTY
Just close to main gate in front of entry,
where standing the tall eucalyptus tree,
sat on the wall fatty Humpty Dumpty
in egg-shaped uniform : The king’s sentry.
All the king’s men under Humpty Dumpty
served him seventeen cups of hot green tea.
He asked for food and snacks from king’s pantry.
Prompt came chocolates, cake, cookies, pastry.
Next he ordered seven eggs from poultry.
Taking food he memorised poetry.
By look he may be funny, yet pretty.
He is intelligent, smart and witty.
i dunno why that happened
you'd think that
would
possibly be a common
occurrence;
eggs are egg-shaped
for
the hen's benefit
round eggs?
think
about it... i
did
when i was boiling
the two eggs
that were already
boiled
Jack Ruby ...
(newbie)
boob tubie stoogie
step up and bunt, sir
that's an affront, sir, to all the
manic panic room ragers
bouncing their pagers off eyes-in-the-sky
hollow-point queries, thus ...
conspiracy theories
swept under the thug-rug like dust
shaking the pillars, grand homes of white
retrieving a tossed stick
bleeding and caustic for that egg-shaped room
a Camelot doomed by Big Daddy's greed
(oh that corn-mash weed)
and dear sister's need
freed by the slip of a scalpel, not so helpful
after all ...
gun-to-gun-to-steel-to-matter, (gray)
one sweet mad-hatter
to carry those numberless sins
their sticky grins
and one soft, tender chin ... so dear, so dear
covered in drool
the featureless fool left to rot
(please hold her gnarled-knuckle hand ...
... just a while - oh please - for the sake of dreams!)
still... karma wrought its due
and castles crumbled ...
though her heart could no longer
care.
Ruby, Jack ...
fade to black.
Cosmic energy porous
Luminous egg shaped torus
Flanked by Vishnu & Shiva
In the centre seated Brahma
Such is the manifestation
Directly cognised visualisation
Of a friend we know close hand
Who now before God stands
God domain Hirayangarbha
Upon which planet Hirayanyaloka
He meets Jesus & Agastyamuni
Ascended master Yukteswar Giri
The visitation of consciousness
As pure unbound awareness
To love energised Gods domain
By grace alone when ego is slain
There is of course far more to it
Each ascension marks new summits
All we hope is that this validation
Strengthens resolve of our meditation
Making love divine our orientation
29-August-2020
Fuse
Milly the mortar bomb went bang! Her little bits of shrapnel sought out flesh. Her blast wave wanted to crush. Her tail fin stuck in an Argentinean's head. Milly's owner, Private Gonk, British Army, reloaded and fired again. He enjoyed his job.
It's all about touching hearts with the thermonuclear flash, improving lives with the terrific blast wave, making shoes to run like Santa Claus, loving art so you make better bombs and believing in targeting people.
The General stole a sack of grenades to show his kids. He planned a surprise party with a blast. The fun would be explosive and egg shaped. Bits of metal were the gift. Death the prize. The General smiled to himself. He was ready to kill.
Picnic by Jimmy Boom Semtex
Captive to the rainstorm
Riding the glaring lightening flare
Blistering the silent egg shaped moon
Tearing open the limitless midnight sky
Flashing with the vengeance
Of fierce exquisite white gold
Splitting the whirlwind atmosphere
With the perfection of stillness
Transpiring with the serrated shape
Of its jagged naked energy
Thundering within turbulent caverns
Of the bowels of the universe
Crashing like brittle blasts
Pursued by crackling ghosts resounding
Screaming, striking the dormancy
Far into the opulent blanket of earth
Transposing the primal jolt of its deliverance
Like the swinging Hammer of Zeus
With such majesty and wild haste
Like the utter abandonment in the thrust of great force
Challenging my breath with its repercussion
Its rumination and countenance
Of my impaled soul!
August 5, 2019
HUMPTY- DUMPTY
Sat on the wall, funny fatty Humpty-Dumpty.
In egg-shaped uniform he was king’s sentry.
Eating butter and bread,
taking needle and thread
repairing shiny white dress quite pretty.
All the king’s men under Humpty- Dumpty
served prompt fifteen cups of green tea.
Humpty-Dumpty took sips
With broad wide soft lips
asked for more food and snacks from king’s pantry.
Humpty-Dumpty wanted ride on road side view.
All the king’s horses were standing in a queue.
Humpty-Dumpty chose one,
In the last race that won.
All the king’s cats and kittens started calling mew-mew.
Horse neighed loud running on stormy speed
Humpty-Dumpty had great fall but did not bleed.
Egg-shaped armour broke.
He wore a wooden cloak.
Humpty-Dumpty, King’s sentry good in deed indeed.
06/29/18
Third Place
'The mystery of Humpty Dumpty' Contest by Faraz Ajmal
No wonder his dropping balls are egg - shaped . He 's a veteran rugby player
Not for the contest but inspired by the Sports one liner contest : )
Hard boiled egg shell dyed
Decorated with pastells and crayons
double dip for a richer color
Festive
Little feet running and searching
Baskets overloaded
Depositing candy along the way
Bunny hopscotch, ring toss
Bendy bunny, bunny ink pens
Carrot pick up sticks
Egg shaped chocolates
Remember the everlasting life
Remember the blood and
Remission of sins
Remember you must be born again.
Circle
Very curving
Arching, bending, looping
Circles comes in different sizes
Egg-shaped
I remember you
cartoon smile and egg-shaped head.
Do you remember
how the rainbow formed on the water,
how the neon lights flickered,
or the scent of nectarines on your forehead?
They were happy to see for the first time
behind glass window,
between speaker box voices --
unopened package,
untouched collector’s item,
you shiny new contraption,
star of the play,
hero of the hour,
flavor of the season.
Seed of your father,
soil of your mother.
Fruit of love,
fruit of conflict.
Decision’s aftermath,
delusion’s consequence,
Are you accident,
intention,
problem,
solution?
Bough in the river,
wrenched in the current.
Hand reaching for hand,
hand holding your own.
Bedlam baby with the guilty smile
do you remember
how you would not fracture the mullioned frame,
how you could not shatter porcelain,
or how you hid in changing alleys?
I will save you
you will save me.
My hand in yours.
I am the boat
you are the journey.