Chicken Little
Much like a messenger to mind,
Posed staring down into my face,
I sensed a rooster, brash and bold,
Was challenging my right to breathe.
Thus, in the inkling of an eye
With onset latent bleariness,
The old conundrum, fight or flight,
Was freshly flashing in my head.
This rooster was no idle threat.
Its size, imposing, filled my sky.
Its comb was cocked with attitude.
Its beak was aimed between my eyes.
Its eyes were beady like black peas.
They pierced my confidence and will.
Its countenance was firmly grim.
Its posture signaled, “Make my day!”
Then, in a moment’s timed elapse,
My brain awoke in roused synapse.
Fear not, it’s just macropsia.
The sky’s not falling after all.
Exaggerating
When you always speak
Bad about Africa
From morning to night
Forgeting that it is the credle
Of humanity
Which means
Where all the races
Originate.
Or the grand mother of all the nations.
Insulting your grand mother daily
Does not erase the traces.
June 01/2023
He set no limit to his ‘always’,
His ‘never’ was strewn all over ways,
Man of excess he was,
To blow up, his pet cause,
For molehills, mount of price he now pays.
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Tongue-in-cheek |05.12.2022| Limericks
She had on a gray shawl, but I recognized her I told my friend Dawn.
“I used to have a gray shawl,” Dawn replied. It was wool and itchy.
She had left it in several restaurants, and her mother-in-law stole it.
My daughter is the leader of four girl scout troops, I informed her.
“I was in a girl scout troop once, but then we moved.
I was angry with my parents for moving me; I was about six.”
I did not bother to tell her that when you are six, you are a brownie,
You are not yet a Girl Scout.
I was wondering if this was an exaggeration or a fabrication.
My husband has been awake since three this morning, I told her.
“I have been awake since midnight,” she informed me.
“I wish I had only been awake since three a.m.”
One of my friend’s daughter was killed in a hit-in-run I told her.
“I was killed in a hit-and-run,” she replied. “In another lifetime”.
subtitled: The Bolder Boys (rivals of The Golden Girls)
written for a word bank contest - twenty really weird ones
Two graying seniors with appalling chimera
bantering back and forth - mental meandering.
Be it mirage or dreams from another era -
they diminish the other's philandering.
Fanfaronade - from high school boys I would expect
now it re-appears in quite perceptible measures
from our retired magistrate whom I quite suspect
of erroneous accounts of addled pleasures.
While his cohort, an erratic ex-engineer
relates with brazen gibberish his tete a tetes.
At one time more clear and swift of eye and ear,
on blogs they ordain to publish communiqués.
I have found no diffidence which they jeopardize
making harmless though delectable advances,
Noted but honest attempts to digitize
their forte, their skill in dubious romances.
I offered an honorarium of great size
for the first one who would divest his florid page
of any contentious items - to sanitize. .
Gaga girlfriends grin and gush. They're cute at this age.
September 18, 2021
With angelic eyes, She was uttering love
While slowly turning those soft words
of an apparently innocent naïve poem
Into an immortal allegory of beauty….
And the reluctant protagonist of the story
Was measuring those words, neutrally
While sitting there , unconvinced.
Now a days it’s hard to decipher love.
Those mystical words of an eternal exaggeration!
Oh! Those balloons of enchanting floating words!
Sailing up, up and away!
An astonishing use of words,
Penned by writers from best schools,
Making writer sage, clown, or fool.
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Went down to the muddy river;
The muddy river was bone dry.
Frogs were having a big fish fry!
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Went to the nation’s capital;
In the Congress what did I see?
Dems had joined the G O P!
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Went across the arid desert,
On a blazing hot summer night.
Snake was frozen in block of ice.
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Went to the beautiful ocean;
Had a stroke of beginner’s luck.
Saw crabs doing butterfly stroke.
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
To go beyond bounds can twist truth.
To overstate can warp the mind.
Fact and fiction intertwined.
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Fact and fiction can by design,
Oft trigger dynamic friction,
Truth and fiction can test the mind,
Both tools of the wordsmith’s diction.
I was hit by a bike this morning.
Wham! She came out of nowhere.
Dented my car too.
I am sure it’s going to be costly.
Luckily I did not get whiplash.
Just WHAM! Unexpectedly out of nowhere.
That is horrible. Is the bike rider okay?
I am pretty sure.
How do you know?
She smiled at me.
Hi! She said. I am five.
She waved and kept on going.
Wait a second.
Was this a bike or a trike?’
Possibly a trike.
Feeling less sorry for him now….
My friend tends to live in a fantasy,
whereas everything revolves around him.
And I never really know what's true:
for in his world, pigs fly, and hippos swim.
He gilds truth with lies and hyperbole,
upon life's phantasmagorical trip.
And journeys beyond the impossible,
losing reality's tentative grip.
He's "the cup's half-full" type of optimist;
that was born with an indelible smile.
And while he tends to embellish his deeds,
never put his honesty on trial.
He's tethered to his imagination:
thus, prone to bouts of exaggeration.