my granddaughter is the prettiest kitten than ever was
her fur is gorgeous, her eyelashes a dream, full of fuzz
she will dazzle your eyes out, she is so pretty Grandma Cat would boast.
I thought she was exaggerating until I saw her; she was the utmost!
I had dreams growing up, of how my life would be,
and it’s nothing like i imagined, that’s the sad reality.
I dreamed of being married, having kids and a house,
maybe some pets, and a handsome spouse.
I dreamed of a career, and being able to provide,
but they were just dreams, and they all died.
Reality hit hard, and it’s nothing like i thought,
I never imagined the pain that reality brought.
Life is a battle, and i aint the one winning,
Is this the price to pay, because I keep sinning?
Whatever it may be, it doesn't change what's real,
People say I'm exaggerating, hell nah i won’t chill.
Cuz you don’t know what it feels like, to live my life,
To walk in my shoes hurts like a deadly knife.
To have your dreams shattered, by some piece of ,
That took advantage of your innocence, without showing regret.
To know your own mother, sold you out,
Living your life, with nothing but doubt.
So don’t pretend to know, how it feels like to be me,
Cuz you can only imagine, but for me, its my reality.
I had dreams growing up, dreams that will always be just that,
Dreams that wont wont come true, and that is a fact.
LIFE REALITY
strikingly
clear
arrestingly
similar
yet
insignificant
coincidences
inclined
understandings
profound
thoughts
bring
solace
existentially
precarious
&
prosaic
intense
initiatives
exaggerating
exclusive
imitative
highlights
catalyising
personality
excesses
PERSONAL FULFILMENT
rough&ready
contemporary
fraternal
characteristics
strengthen
with
intensive
&exaggerating
profound
sensibility
embracing
facets
of awareness
in
simultaneously
conceived
recognition
I plead guilty
Of saying,
My grandchild is
The most beautiful
The most wonderful
The most intelligent,
It shows, it is so evident,
Absolutely so loving,
Character and nature so giving,
Makes friends instantly
And acts independently,
And so much fun,
Takes my hand
To help build sandcastles
In the sea sand,
Likes to share,
Tells you if she feels you are wrong,
That is not fair,
And how old is this little wonder,
Who is not even afraid
Of an intense storm
With lightning and thunder,
Two years and 8 months,
Who converses so sensibly,
And comprehensibly,
I am not exaggerating,
Such a wise little mind
Who is also so truly kind,
Who tells me I am not pronouncing
“Absolutely,” Correctly
It is ab-so lut-ely yiayia, she says,
And I beam at you with pride
You are so little, yet mature
Everyday we love you more and more,
And one day when our time is up,
I hope no time too soon,
When you look up and
See a full bright moon,
And lots of glittering stars,
It’s Yiayia and pappou ,
Sending you hugs
And love galore.
YIAYIA AND PAPPOU ARE THE GREEK WORDS FOR – GRANNY AND GRANDPA
The brits most popular surname
Is varying each year
In 50s popular was Jones
Our time it is Patel
Nguen will soon take over Alabama
New Jersey represents Odessa Mama
Adolf exaggerating slightly bit
But humor this implies you learn Ivrit
Ivrit is Hebrew transliteration
All this the studies serves the healthying the NATION
System and Nature balance demands
If we attacked by ANT the servers
SO they are tasked
What do we task them with
Preservation of cultures important
Diasporas, gardens,
INDEPENDENCE at least
Teaches us dropping black white BIPOLAR
And solve problem
BUMPING OUR CYBER FIST
If you felt joyful
Your LIMIT would be met
The cyber is more clever
Do and
TAKE PART in OUR INIT
Emma, Empress of Unicorn Empire,
esprit de corps of elementary school,
expeditious at exaggerating expression,
eagerly extending empathy of enormous embrace,
endless enthusiasm, exuberant existence.
Deacon, Duke of derring-do,
diligently, doggedly daily to delightful displays
of dauntless daredevil, destruction,
determined gamer, droll demeanor,
dearly dedicated to devouring desserts,
Dad's double, diplomat of Dreamland.
Do I call it an unhealthy obsession?
The insanity of my restless mind?
A picture-perfect story, unsuited for the frame
But would it be too much to ask for?
To record every laugh of yours
To capture every fleeing second of your frame
To hear your voice on an endless loop,
To love you a little more and then again a little more in a cycle untill I'm a fallen leaf
Would that be too much to ask for?
A picture-perfect story when I don't even have a picture
To hold onto you forever?
I never knew if this would happen, If it would end on good terms, Or if it would ever truly begin.
Your eyes-serendipity etched in my life- You're ineffable, beyond words for this world.
And yet, I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said it so.
I won't ask why it ended like this.
I won't ask why it never began.
Maybe, in another universe, The threads connected as they should
But here, i lost the golden string that was destined to bind us.
Would it be too much to ask, to manifest a dream when there's nothing left to weave?
I'd still ask for a little more
To hold onto those moments, to stay just a little longer with you.
Would that be too much to ask for?
The sky and the ocean
The light and the darkness
The sun and the moon
The pink and the blue
My paintings,
Poems, and
Quotes
Everything came true
When I realised
They were all YOU...
I had a feeling this was an unusually hot September.
I said this to a few people.
They pooh-poohed my idea.
Most said they could remember lots of warm Septembers.
But this warm? I asked them.
ninety-one degrees on September 17th in Kansas?
Most of them do not live in Kansas,
but they live in the Midwest.
They insisted I was exaggerating the hotness of 2024.
I finally consulted a weather tracking system.
This system stated that this is the hottest September
in one hundred and seventy-four years.
Do I feel validated?
Not really.
But I know that I am not crazy now.
I loved you so much, Sweetheart,
Yet not satisfied ,
but wish to love you more and more.
My love for you in galore.
My ardent ardour to love you more and more.
I loved you so much Dear
but my heart is craving
to be flooded in your love !
My blood is bubbling .
Heart beats rumbling tumbling.
My dreams to soar high
fluttering wings of amour.
I loved you so much Dear.
How can I make you clear !
I love you so much Dear !
Yet seems not that enough,
Not exaggerating, please don’t laugh
I wish to love you more and more
and also to be loved by you,
both in rapture and in rue.
Love me ! Be mine !
Let our hearts be entwined .
Our love story
to shine in grace and glory
concluding in unison.
Throughout our Joint journey
My sweetheart: My Honey !
I wish you to love you more and more,
also to relish your love in galore.
Encore ! Encore
Let's see... how do I feel today
Pretty much the same as yesterday except one day older
Guess that's the least anyone can expect
Wonder if an enormous amount of money just plopped in my lap
Would that make any kind of a significant difference
Sure would like to give that a shot
Perhaps I'll buy a ticket for the next ten million dollar lotto
To know how it feels when they call up and say
“You are our grand prize winner!
After the government grabs it's share
We will be sending you a cheque for $136.50!
As part of the rules of the contest
You'll be required to make a televised statement
Excitably explaining how this win has changed your life!”
WOWSERS! I'm underwhelmed
Been wearing these same old holey beat up jeans
For nigh onto ten years now
You won't believe how much this means to me...
Don't know how I'll ever begin to thank you!
I apologise if this sounds a bit cynical
But where did the other $9,999,863.50 go
This reply came back...
“Sorry this question does not compute!”
(I'm exaggerating a wee bit, of course!)
I had heard of cute clowns, but this was ridiculous.
Mom said, “prepare me to dazzle your eyes out.”
I had laughed, thinking she was exaggerating.
Then he walked in, and he was the epitome of cute.
Ringlets of soft caramel hair framed a darling face.
He was not garish or cheap like other clowns.
He was refined, handsome, respectably adorable.
I said. “You dazzled my eyes out” and she smiled.
Why do I feel Myself just sinking
With nothing and no one to hold on to
Slowly, yet, I am on solid ground
Do not think it ironic
It’s quite plausible
Only I am not sinking,
Not literally anyway
Just emotionally, psychologically, spiritually
There’s nothing of Me left
No, I am not crazy!
No, I am not delusional
No, I am not over-exaggerating
No, I am not under the influence!
Listen to me.
I did not vanish into thin air
I did not explode into tiny pieces
I am not invisible
Yes, you can still see Me
You can still hear Me!
But can you?
Is it Me you see?
Is it Me you hear?
Or is it the illusion of My body, My voice,
Struggling to exist, in agony, but perhaps with a little hope
The hope of a new dawn
Perhaps it will be better today than it was the centuries before
That hope is all I have left
All I have not to let go
But perhaps that too will fade.
I plead you save your laughter for a more dramatic act
Kick me not to the curb
Do not be ignorant of my suffering
And later have the boldness to say
“If only we knew”
At the place I will rest
LISTEN TO ME!
NOW
exaggerating the injury
in as it so appeared
perhaps attention seeking
or maybe just playfulness
but be that as it may
by feeding that thought
creating an imaginary bubble
we made real the unreal
and then lived through it
thus we are both the cause
as also the effect
and the awareness
that experiences creation
let’s then make our dreams
blissful and sublime
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