Tell me masters of cringe
Should we suffer so long
Practising what you preach
Can’t you make it alone?
That will be fair enough
If you do what you say
Never mind a good laugh
You’re a joke anyway
You’re the masters of cringe
And you never retire
Your warlords on a binge
Setting buildings on fire
People want you to die
But the God says oh no
I don’t want these old guys
Strutting out at my show
They are devil’s concern
But the Devil says nay
They’re too stinky to burn
I shall kick them away
Back to where they belong
To that muddy old soil
Where they’ll drown all alone
In the puddle of oil.
Autocracy, as seen so far,
And humour strange bedfellows are.
If one drives men crazy,
Humour makes life easy
If not gagged, tells me a far star.
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Happenings | 02. 04.2026 | humour, wit, government, limerick
Note: It is ironic. Iran, where people’s mouths are sealed, is now found hailing its people pounding at Trump. Fair enough, free speech is welcome, be it Iran, Russia, China or North Korea.
God alone is the all there is
which means that we do not exist
in as a separate ego
for our essence is a bliss mist
ego is but an interface
a tool to navigate earth life
know we are not this body-mind
useless then is struggle and strife
how may we know this to be true
is the question true seekers ask
unless we see God in plain sight
we cannot shed off ego’s mask
fair enough, so let us begin
melding fickle mind with the heart
befriending thought rested silence
being the way God-search we start
unfed by thought ego recedes
heart’s intent invokes magnetism
as polarities meet and greet
bliss cascades in mind-body prism
bliss in permanence the new norm
with eye mindful and touch gentle
our consciousness becomes vast space
where cave of heart is God’s temple
to see God, first ego must die
in timeless time we see His face
we are as is He, living light
His love holds us in close embrace
His women
All my life, I have done my best in avoiding to be a father
The reason was to avoid the drudgery of married life
That brings us to Elon Musk and his many children
Some of them through the natural way others conceived
artificially, as he believes in building a stronger who can
tackle the future, I agree with EM there is much
Tainted blood in the world
I think of his many women if they do not love him
It must be of financial benefit for them to secure them
From poverty, Fair enough, but does this make them
A more moral person than the woman I met in Jamaica
She loved me but needed someone to pay for the gas
I stopped for a cup at the local all-nighter
I'm a regular there. I'm the "poetry writer".
You'll always find the occasional hack,
The delinquents, the addicts, that hang in the back.
A drifter, a grifter, disenchanted and surly
All nameless faces, except the waitress named Shirley
I throw her a line, she throws me a sign
Our usual "Hi, how are you?"
Then step to the bar, put a ten in her jar,
She's divorced and the mother of two.
She looks out of place with her ribbons and lace
She's polite, friendly and kind
But make no mistake, she bites like a snake
With a switchblade tongue, razor fine.
They're busy tonight and I need to write
She brings my black coffee to go
Says, "I'll give you this, you give me a kiss
And that will be all that you owe."
A kiss on the lips for ten dollar tips
That sounds fair enough to me
Besides, she's pretty, got big titties
And gives me my coffee for free.
Daniel Turner
Push- by Dominique Smith
Push through they say, keep pushing my way, dark cold wet sorrows and woes, spring comes for flowers and pressed for beauty. Hold on not yet, push down and keep it there.
Others aren't watching no one cares. That's not true or fair enough to get yourself near some warmth. So many lives are effected by lies and rejection. I try so hard, smile as the world throws eggs and expensive items in your face body and hair. Push through they say they have to keep you at a distance why patting your back. They have lives and they share but your story is for bed time and the snores you hear.
Keep it pushing, A saying in itself. Meaning I dont have the time to pretend I feel your pain. I don't celebrate your wins but I touch your shoulder to give you the illusion that I didn't know your failure was close. Like the shadow in the corner that followed you since the moment you were pushed into the spring from the cold dark wet obiss
I had a lot of time to think. If you ask what about; the list consists of a few page…. Is there really anything that I can say, that’ll make you want to return my call or send a hay?
See that’s for horses and it’s been a ride. I’ve finally picked apart my own thoughts and put my pride aside. You were right, and I was wrong. I should’ve been nicer, you had good intentions all along. I guess it didn’t feel that way from where I stood. Truly an enigma, in my bed lies misunderstood.
I’m far from okay and about three blocks from good. I ponder over things that lead me to your neck of the woods. Labeled trespass. I trust past…events where all things are fine.
I wonder if the thought of me could ever cross your eyes. As I dot my tees and close my mind. I see no evil but I hear your cries.
Losing hope. Side effect of losing who? You were always what I meant to C. A lot of things led me back to where’d you B. Everything about this got me scrambled up. I fail to touch…Apart of your soul that’ll see this time isolated was fair enough. You’ve had it rough.
Thus, we harken to its windblown plea
Its whisperings of revelry
Of cornucopian delight
As pumpkins gather in a crowd
Soft music plays a bit too loud
Masked children dance into the night
Of teddy bears just won, now lost
Of fingers touched by moonlit frost
Of cotton candy, sticky sweet
First kisses stolen on Ferris Wheels
Silver clouds on cornstalk fields
Corn liquor sipped, a hard-earned treat
Thus, we harken to its windblown plea
To join in Fall’s windblown revelry
My soul persists, not very strong
Perhaps it is, I could be wrong
Is the quality good, who knows
Fair enough then, see how it goes
I don’t own my soul, it’s not mine
If you want it, then join the line
Without offers, I shall foreclose
Fair enough then, see how it goes
Damned if I don’t, damned if I do
Maybe take a rain check, in lieu
Tell me god, was it me you chose
Fair enough then, see how it goes
-Oft it did happen in the old age
when blacks were not counted fair enough
to entice sterile yellow and white colors
Or if they were, merit hadn't been given to blacks.
_But now it's black beauty's sequet heir
Nature has been kept apace
Underneath our once blued skys
Truly, a sweat beauty hath no name.
Henceforth, my mistress' eyes are pitch-black
Her beauty; a key to sparkling smile,
Her lips were fairly pink and her hair so suited,
they all smark, and no beauty lacks.
love is too young to know what beauty is.
Yet, who knows not beauty is born of love?
Love is unwanted grasses that grows in the
Mind of a novice soul, then bloom rapidly.
We emigrated from England to Rhodesia, I was just
Seven when I began grade two,
My wonderful father always there if I wanted a
Cuddle or a good old boo-hoo,
My English still rocky as I was mostly
Greek speaking,
When I came home with a story of strange
And mistakable reading,
O daddy I uncountably sobbed, I just
Don’t understand,
Why at school today in my class all the
Children just laughed,
My teacher asked, who will tell me what
We have learnt today,
I put up my hand, Mrs Bell, I said proudly, we learnt
About a dairy, and a mouse called Molay
My father laughed, tousled my hair,
My dear cheeky dolly,
Your mouse is Molly and your dairy is a diary
No, i said still tears streaming down,
My face, it was about Molay and a dairy,
Fair enough my Greek- English young lady,
Let us write in your diary about Molay and the dairy.
A TRUE STORY WHICH I NEVER LIVED DOWN
Some say love draws us near?
Fair enough, I guess – I'm happily married.
But fear rules the day on a much larger scale,
the magnetic completion of opposites, making
for wholes – the undeniable physics of greater society
which can't seem to break its grating bonds –
Do we fear more the dark, or that which
light exposes in us?
Many admittedly buying and selling nearness, for temporary
safety or appeasement. Magnetism!?
The differing poles of fear and
love...hate and love – up comes
down – in, an out process – God and
his man.... Oh were love a dominant
constant, permeating all society,
at all times!
Seeming, more often, outside of
theology and poetry, a myth of
the failed heart...a grade less,
necessitating the attractive quality
of heaven and hell –
Since that shutdown thing
Things have been quite quiet here at work
Im a porter in a hospital
Moving people for transport and some other things now
My hospital has stayed the same,
But everyone is looking like surgeons and dentists,
Ive read the governments writing,
We mustn't do this; we must do that,
Fair enough,
They probably know their stuff
The COBRA meetings probably sort it all out
With them plonked in the under-Westminster bunker
People are going rather do-lally
Wearing gas-masks, NBC suits and more
All we read at the hospital is grey and different from the other
The shops MAY open; the schools WILL close
The staff are doing their bit - not so much at this hospital
We help people who cant walk and move
I do wish the papers would stop
We might as well give up if we take all that seriously...
My nurse got in touch
I did not expect much
from my medical results she had seen,
but on one thing I failed,
Cholesterol off the scale
which was bad news for little old me.
She just sat there quiet,
I reeled off my diet,
red meat, lots of eggs,dairy stuff,
not much veg in the range
she demanded a change,
though not keen
lots more greens,
fair enough.
I can't overstate it,
you name it, I ate it,
as long as it grew from the ground,
my mood became petulant,
gut rather flatulent,
but gradually lost a few pounds.
One more round of blood letting,
nurse no longer fretting,
the numbers down, now she was pleased,
I'm one happy fellah,
so I ( please don't tell her)
celebrated with a burger and cheese.
If not the whole truth exactly,
then news much closer to it
--- but politic, omissive --- ,
and if not fair really,
then news just fair enough,
for now ...
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