I present
my strategy:
a dignified tower
constructed entirely
of questionable choices
and one slightly hopeful
thought.
I sit beside it,
perfectly docile,
like a guard dog that
only guards snacks
and even then
not well.
then comes
the facetious
breeze—
that tiny smirk
the universe gives
right before nudging
and the
tower
leans—
leans—
le—
a n d
I
p r e t e n d
t h i s
w a s
m y
p l a n
a l l
a l o n g.
"And my thoughts are all sensations"
And my sensations are all my thoughts.
The sun controls the moon,
and the moon controls me.
She said she was a she/they/we,
and we just laughed. Not
her we, just us.
And my thoughts are all sensations,
we'll only ever be as smart as your sun.
But the sun controls the moon,
and the moon controls we.
You've heard this before, haven't you?
And my sensations are all my thoughts,
arbitrary thoughts, facetious thoughts,
as we see my body walking into the ocean,
but we're only on dry sand, dry land,
with a pen in our hand
writing down the same words,
over and over again -
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology
Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted
My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun loving guy who enjoys life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife
mostly
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*Merriam-Webster.com Dictionary
“Facetious” joking or jesting often
inappropriately
Frequent flyer miles use can help us or abuse.
My son asked that we change and board another plane.
I told him, our passport, can't Havana airport,
said he'll use the kiosk, but my FF I trust,
counterintelligence needed--I’m facetious. (meant ticket counter)
Be that discourse of late, ill-present contemplate,
cards will fall where they may, I'll not gamble, I say,
payment via my card and FF disregard.
My trump suit against lifelong tragic tone
Lodged leisurely inside my funny bone.
By dismal doom I decline to abide -
I crack it up to a facetious side.
In each pickle, regardless size and shape,
There is a laughing matter in a jape.
When unwelcome hiccups simmer and spout,
I’d pick and poke something to smirk about.
For every spiteful slap and whopping whip
There’s an amusing snicker of a quip.
Farcical figures of speech I’d pour on -
Absurd, irony or oxymoron.
When on the dark my mindset dares to dwell,
Biting sarcasm and sharp satire mix well.
Last not least parody’s comical spin
Converts my frown into a happy grin.
Don’t sweat to second my funny bone, folks -
I chuckle and chortle at my own jokes.
Speaking of which the punch line in the pun -
And so I lived to die for - having fun!
April 23, 2023
Sponsor: Angela Tune
Contest: Character Traits
The Weaker Sex
Blemishes appear
when innocence dissipates;
although considered
facetious and offensive,
the weaker sex bear the scars.
Everyone wears the faces of a thousand facets of themselves
turning phrases to gestures to jokes
A different side for every face they see
Presenting themselves as a gift for the worthy only
Lately I can only see facetious smiles of fake cordiality
It's a cold breeze over colder waters
It's an abstract pain that only hurts when I'm surrounded and lonely
A sunburn whose fires simmer until prodded to life
Despite efforts and smiles and comments I am irrelevant
So here I remain
Empty
Her first name is Precious:
A saleswoman not anxious
To flee from shop not spacious
For another with items more luscious!
That’s, perhaps, why she is Precious:
Twenty years but ever gracious,
Even when praises had got fictitious
And flashed smiles goddamned facetious...
A youth but hasn’t been vicious
Over her feeding, poorly nutritious
Some influence names have on their bearer
Simply find one and try getting nearer.
I saw
The candle burning
Casting shadows
Over solemn faces
Tick tock
Goes the clock
People are born to die
I'm just afraid
Because I'm no longer afraid
Dreams of gold
Embossed statues
And everlasting joy
Crumbled to nothing
Look at how tired these faces are
With one dead the rest are soon to follow
Like dominoes we all begin to fall
We're just liquid
Before a colander
Faces fade in facetious fatigue
I'm out of my depth and in the wrong league
Tear down the signs and banners
And what do you have
A generational depression
Dealing with the end of all times
You saw what I saw when you saw it
Tick tock
Goes the clock
Yoda, Master of the Jedi Knights.
From the movie, “Star Wars”
Winners:DO
Losers : TRY
Trying is boring and so tedious,
Like list making, oh, my, how facetious!
Don’t buffalo your friends with the word, try.
Nor splash them with the false reasons, why!
Yes, it is unfortunately en Vogue if truth be told.
We cannot with our truth be bold!
Hiding like frightened ants from obvious reality.
Life does not work,with zero integrity!
Your word, is your most valuable asset.
If you don’t have it, my friend, you are naught.
And with no money, can it be bought.
Let us keep our word,so highly sought!
6/24/2021
The ambiance of beautiful love,
cannot be erased by trash talk.
Tis the feast and forte of a peasants' walk.
Were you actually there that spring night?
Whence cometh your facetious insight?
To put to death, a lover's joyous quest?
Joyful depths of her reality, she hath shared
with thee!
Where soft secrets were shared, of these your
mind is bare!
Thus remove your dagger from her bleeding heart,
so tender, divinely rare!
And from her honest thoughts, expect no more.
Outcast, thou be from her intimate soul, forevermore!
12/13/2020
Someone reached out
and asked me
Have you any tool's ?
A question to which i replied
Are you trying to be funny
or facetious
Why apart from me the greatest
tool of them all
So much so it's become my nickname
As i am both a spanner and a nut
and the box
People dig out to use when
in need of release and temporary
fix to plug a shticky connotation
A sort or sense of D.I.Y for those
who can't help themselves
That some feel sorry and pitty
for but deep down i appreciate
As without it or take it away
from me what else would i have
to live for
This is me this is my life but
granted it's not a life for everyone
myself included
But i haven't come across a tool
in my many box of tricks to fix
or repair the few littke nuts i
still have left
Guess something's like bridge's
we're never meant to be fixed
or crossed
Otherwise there would be
1 tool for everything and
only 1 box formed in the
shape of a coffin
he ancestral house seemed smaller, today seen with eye glasses
The pathway seemed shorter, the mangoes grow loftier
It was once open field across the hill
Mushrooming subdivisions had blossomed
The little flower orchard had vanished
But anyhow we felt it would still be remembered
Harrowingly different, but pretty much the same
There was an unfamiliar children’s “bahay-bahayan”
On that path that we arranged
In front of that sagging waiting shed that stands
Beside the curve, where the old Mango tree grew
Surprisingly, forty years folded one summer day
And hurriedly become a springtime of our memory
of many growing trees, of many festivities
a spot where I wept one night after my mother died
and spent longer, in starry-starry nights holding newborn offspring
Yes....it is all there, in that small ancestral home
Facetious, but I'm glad they kept the wooden parrot
It has the same green eyes
That big black statue of St. Roque, along a stony pathway that we laid
still sits behind the curve, where the old mango tree grew
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of the Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology
Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted
My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun-loving guy who enjoys my life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife!
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