she came into sight in a couple of smooth porpoise strokes
Probably the sea witch of sea shell fame, as reported by blokes
Sailors who had seen her way out in the middle of storms and such
Hi, she said, I have admired your sailboat very much
This surprised me, for I had been told the sea witch did not speak.
She splayed her fingers up by her eyes and gave me a sharp peek
Do not believe those sailors, they exaggerate so, they practically lie.
So saying, she gave me a jaunty wave, and a merry good-bye.
SILENT GESTURES
motifs
optically
overlaid
sublime
tangible
in ABUNDANT VARIETY
bizarre
manifestations
&appendages
seemingly
infinite
&BEYOND THE TRIVIA
suspended
expressive
allusions
exaggerate
similarities
attitude
detached
behaviour
a maze
of
oddities
to
outwardly
explore
varied
veristic
feelings
translate
as
phenomena
dispassionate
pretext
undeserved
undeniable
in
existential
reality
a potential
to
cloak
instability
nonchalantly
exaggerate
&
marginalise
figuration
with
a sense
of
universal
perspective
When there is a murder in a small town
fingers are pointed sideways, up and down
many have theories, most are totally untrue
rumors and gossip make the detectives blue
some want attention and offer them lies
exaggerate the truth, no big surprise
some say they were there, but they were definitely not
It’s always a miracle if the murderer is caught
all the colors, all the lights;
darkness conceals object
on wheels, long..long..long.
blinking in twilight, stretching
miles and miles - I exaggerate;
surely across the width of
across-street-neighbor’s yard.
my mind’s pondering what
was it for? and for that neighbor
or merely parked? now it’s eight
and a trumpet sounds out of gate.
the trumpet calling reveille,
as if I’m back in military; curious
day for a poet; and familiarity too
with cheep..cheep..cheep, etc
etcetera, etcetera (as the king
of Siam would twist his tongue
in emphasis and pride) today,
begins loudly…quietly…beautifully;
now a trill and more - call of forest,
as if the birdies know this poet
is transcribing and describing.
alive, like the sound of music.
alive, another day before the big day.
so begins the celebration; sisters
taking me, who knows where,
after this who-knows-what-compare.
today, I’m winging it…
Politicians are paid as a last resort
to attend the summit accomplishing nought
but flap their lips expose their gums
feed their face and fill their tums
all the hot air they expend
I don't exaggerate
discussing climate change in the end
will only exacerbate
the ongoing problem long-since forming
a future foreboding of global warming
for every page and pamphlet printed
put in the post or stuck on walls
about ecology and saving the woods
it seems to me yet another tree in the forest falls
and I believe for every drop of acid rain
a flower dies
somewhere under the darkest skies
a new-born baby cries
With apologies to; Ervin Drake, Irvin Graham, Jimmy Shirl & Al Stillman
4:09:05
A familiar time which plays on repeat in my mind
Get the opposite of high, but I don’t know why
Cutting pounds but not just my weight
I’m not trying to over-exaggerate
But I think it’s time to say goodbye.
Being alone isn’t the same as feeling it
I just wanna stop, I just wanna quit
They say all it takes is just a call
Down the rabbit hole you fall
Running down an empty hall
I cant seem to recall
If it’s really worth it all
Looking out the window, all
I hear is a loud rainfall
Beats me staring at a wall
Or downing pints of alcohol
Not afraid for if i fall
The flowers I’ll receive by haul
I’ll feel better overall
4:09:05 is my call
This run ain't been fun for a while now
Energy for it all been ran out
Beggin myself to let go of this doubt
N start bein what I always been about
Knock myself off this damn cloud
Kuz its lookin like its about to storm some more
Ya know sht bad when chaoz got me bored
Being sober is more like a chore
The chemicals I keep in my brain cells
Got me convinced this reality I'm in is forreal hell
Its like my luck done hit the driest dry spell
Forgot how it feels to feel well
If I ever did know...
.....dazed out
Wondering if this whole sht
Is a fckd up sht show directed and written by
...who tha fck knows
Gettin kicks outta every low blow I catch to tha dome
Steady fckn with my mental state
Don't even try to act like im tryna exaggerate
but the plates overflowing with anger, pain & hate
when all I ordered was peace, love & fun
with some lust mixed in to hydrate
Keepin it super real
At this fcked up rate,
I dont even gotta contemplate
Why everyones walkin around all irate
While im just slowly strolling around
In this fcked up drug haze
Miss Friday,
is desperate to avoid being forgotten
She is a caring and kindhearted woman
If someone asks her age,
she will answer with a lie (of course)
It is not a crime to tell white lies
To turn one feather into five hens is to exaggerate
- a trifle into a big deal
Never pluck feathers
We all feel that the weekend is too short
time flies as a arrow
She will enrich your day with humor
never doubt that it will please you
There will be no performance
Dance your way, let worries fade away
Life will be boring without her ...
admit it
When parents tell their offspring
the definition of a fling
they also include
the story that may sound crude
about the birds and the bees
and Tarzan from the trees.
Children claim that they exaggerate
When they elaborate
on the story
about male guts and glory.
Some kids need them to simplify
and not to horrify
the tale
about the sperm whale.
The teens who love arachnids, sports
and shorts
quickly understand
when their parents demand
a ban on joyriders
and jumping spiders.
you cannot be a snake, mommy said
so I slithered under the dresser
proving that I could
what kind of snake would you be? daddy asked
he likes to humor me,
he is better at this than mommy
I am a cobra, I said, with a hiss
a slithering, sloppy, sneaky, snarling cobra
I added the alliteration so I could exaggerate their s sounds.
my grandmother said “let her be a snake”.
“A cobra,” I corrected her.
she is okay with being corrected.
“I do not like it,” said Mommy.
that made it even more exciting and fun.
Cobras like to consternate, confuse and confound.
I slithered away seeking a tasty mouse.
thrilled with my new role.
It rolled off the tip of my tongue
clear and easy
sounds good to say
I used it in conversation
to hear what people would say
it's something cool and groove
something you say on a tuesday
for a date on friday
or a magical Saturday night
I exaggerate the sound
carried out to ah soothing slur
what do you prefer
Don't it sound groovy
supper or ah movie
how about some dancing
the nights right for romancing
let go out on the town
He said he was bringing her plaid flowers today.
Pandas exaggerate, right? I said to Aunt Fay.
Not this one, he is pretty level-headed and true.
Okay, I said but plaid flowers make sense to you?
I am just saying he has been totally honest, she said.
He comes over every morning at six to be fed.
Why don’t you stick around and you can see for yourself.
Panda walked in that moment and put plaid flowers on the shelf.
Where did you get those? I asked him, with enormous eyes.
Down at the Chinese market, he said. “No big surprise.”
They have everything down there. Give me a request if you want.
I liked him immediately, but went with him to market so I too could hunt.
When there is a torrential rain,
A puddle starts to form
And quickly turns into a lake,
Which shouldn’t be the norm.
Okay, I do exaggerate –
It’s closer to a pond,
Yet it’s too deep to wade through
If you want to get beyond.
This giant puddle (mini-pond)
Is on my walking path
And though I shouldn’t be surprised,
It does incur my wrath.
So I must then retrace my steps
And go a different way,
Which is exactly what I did
When on my walk today.
It's straightforward enough to be the Cheshire Cat grinning.
A stroll in the park to smile when you're winning.
But when you find yourself irked and cursing the weather.
You're unconsciously encompassed by the Fundamental Attribution Error.
A theory purporting it's mostly all luck.
Like getting that pay rise, or our wedding ring stuck.
Carefully eluding unnecessary confrontation and hate.
Then declaring a million and one times you don't exaggerate.
Attempts to train the mind not to be bitter or pious.
A desperate evasion of this confirmation bias.
Blaming others for misfortune and ourselves for the good.
A rephrasing of stereotypes to see things as we should.
Whilst rejoicing achievements is admirable and just.
Take a second to pause, exhale, reflect if you must.
Content to live in the moment. This moment right here.
With freedom of cognition. With our mental pathways clear.
To be kind, where possible, in all circumstances.
A non-judgemental stranger throwing uplifting glances.
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