Left again to watch
the sun's red demise,
wandering eyes turned
to the west
and ponder anew
what destiny lies
were fate but to offer her best.
Left again to sow
the sinners desire,
a wandering archetype
of lust,
to follow a path that
Aphrodite inspires,
withholding only her trust.
Left again to reap
in impossible haste
the spoiled fruits of his dreams,
insistent
on one more ambrosial taste
to silence the sounds of her screams.
Left again bewildered,
angry and damned,
trapped in his own obtuse plan,
reflecting on violence
his passions had fanned,
and the sunset
he sees in his hands.
Nolan seems to think world’s crazy,
Perhaps it is, and so silly,
Ticket craze all over,
Fanned has he a fever,
And what a journey, Odyssey!
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Happenings |19.07.2025| funny, humour
Note: A film by Christopher Nolan, The Odyssey has become a craze not only in US but in India and all over. Folks buying tickets for a movie without even a trailer, and they are sold out in less than a minute, one must believe, to annoy those that would not get to see the movie maybe for 365 days!
Before I ruin the view, I see…I see
as a child - the colors meld
in the sky, in the lake, at tree level.
Before I ruin the view, I chew on it,
revel in it, see God in it. I see…
Before I ruin the view, alone with myself,
alone with sights and sounds; infinity.
Before I ruin the view, by adding people,
I grip each petal, each blade, each
coniferous and fanned leaf, each bird,
each squirrel, each…each….
Before I ruin the view…before we ruined
Eden by setting our sights on low-
hanging fruit, perhaps red and delicious,
sweet, juicy like gossip and AI…don’t look -
it’s a sham. there’s a snake under the rock.
Before you and I, ruin anything, everything,
let us be awestruck, illuminated, engulfed
in the allowance of so many good things.
Not everyone sees. Some fish for pictorials.
For 46 years - prideful and hateful
Wrath, envy, spreading the net
Building an A-Bomb, a decision fateful
A sword to be held, like eternal threat
Destruction, murder, elimination
Iran, to wipe Israel off the map
A sordid task for the whole nation
Stubborn threats, boasts, contempt
It was their purpose, the goal, the aim
To end every Jew on planet Earth
Fanned hot Middle Eastern flame
To Hamas and Hezbollah, they gave birth
Spread the tentacles, to suffocate
To build an Islamic Republic empire
Never learned from the old caliphates
They are all gone, purged by fire
Lusted for bomb, to be held as a club
Over every fearful head, forever
Wanted to enter the atomic club
By picking the locks and feeling clever
The last mile, they were almost there
To grip the victory with the jaws
Removing all stops, and didn’t care
Moving forward without pause
But no, those dreams never came to pass
Atomic Persia, the purveyor of dread
Where are you now, evil top brass?
Someplace unfound, unburied and dead
June 16, 2025
Nyla has a coffee mug glued to her hand
Spends all her time in the coffee bar, Latte Land
Must have fresh ground roast; nothing common or canned
Complains if she tastes one teensy bit of coffee sand
Nyla has some kind of weird coffee bean-loving gland.
Around this mug, her right hand is usually fanned.
Puts on airs, acts like she is ever so grand.
Trips to Latte Land are pretty much daily planned.
Find Him in each hand,
Spreading kindness, Lord, you're fanned,
Pray thank you, so grand!
For twenty years of nearly happy married life
he heard the harping voice of high decibel wife,
and in the process lost half of his hearing sense,
the other half now gets tense in wife’s presence.
He wouldn’t start any conversation with her ever,
for over the years the ears have become clever.
They have learnt to save the strained ear drums
from the cracking sound of wife’s vocal drums.
She once asked him to buy a kilo of tiny potato.
He rushed to the shop, bought a bag of ripe tomato.
When he found himself flushed in a hot soup bowl
the failed ears silently fanned his head to console.
Success can been measured, that is true.
I treasure our nation. Let's say adieu
to the drift of a crude body politic
rudely ticked off at the loss of their "pick".
So obvious, fervor's flame is being fanned.
I welcome government business at hand -
how to run a country and make it grand.
...illegal immigration has been banned
...alien criminals arrested and canned
...manufacture returned to our land
...waste and abuse reduced by demand
...leader and cabinet taking command
...economic recovery carefully planned
...international reconciliation we understand
Blaring lights of glaring savauge,
Gaudy surmise ceased to suprise
Light of darkness, sun to the sky,
In sight to sanitise the tear of thy eye
Unswept and wept 'pon broken bodice,
Wept and kept and hounded the goddess
Fanned the fawn of cauterised fallace,
Hell of cold, unearthly palace
Chaste and torn chest of satis,
Man to maid and hound of malice
Seam to see unravel of ravage,
Goddess to test the fondest of savage.
The Butterfly
By Mystic Rose
As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue
Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true
By Sean Kibble
A pair of glistening green eyes, glower in awe at the Morpho as she fanned
Fast as a flash, an imp with trusses of curly golden hair, swipes a tiny hand
To his wonder the elusive chrysalis hopped on to his outstretched arm
She hovered gracefully upon his palm displaying all its charm
Entranced by this serendipity, mum drew near to the spellbinding reverie
With a glint of mischief, face alight with joy he muttered “I think she likes me”.
I was built like the old oak table—
steady, bearing the weight
of voices heavier than mine.
They spoke of storms I didn't start,
left me to sweep the broken glass
as if my hands weren't small,
as if they hadn't splintered already.
They stitched a story from my silence,
painted me in wildfire shades,
called it defense when they fanned the
flames.
I learned early to bite my tongue,
to carry the years like a second spine.
The house rattled with its ghosts,
whispering of what I owed.
Gratitude, obedience, a softer voice—
but never a door of my own to close.
And it I ask for air, for space,
the walls moan in sorrow,
sagging beneath their own weight,
as if I had built them.
I used to sing, "My country tis of thee..."
Now, a 'Once upon a time' use to be
My allegiance was pledged
But to Trump never fledged
'Not my president,' with those, I agree
Where life was once so simple, no fires fanned
There were no worries for a future planned
Now it's gone to the dogs
Those power hungry hogs
Are in need of the nation's reprimand
Other countries have problems of their own
But I don't chew on them like a dog bone
So why excoriate
Berate and objurgate?
As Americans, WE have the right to groan
Find the missing courage to stand,
together a crowd well endowed;
A globe in the palm of your hand,
now what we need is to get loud;
Neighbors have become divided,
no matter if either side tries;
They call each other misguided;
clean shoes never fix the wrong size;
Hastily two hands become one
within the confines of my mind;
Holding peace like a loaded gun,
just think if everyone were kind;
Imagine a coast of rose quartz
where we understand each other;
Domestics the same as imports,
we now press forward forever;
Revolution ‘Desperate’ fanned,
the bourgeoisie have become proud;
A globe in the palm of your hand,
now what we need is to get loud.
Just languishing in la la land
holding on with the tightest grip;
That mundane day is such a trip,
ignoring a good time is banned;
A severe lifestyle becomes fanned
with the start of a grande courtship;
Just languishing in la la land
holding on with the tightest grip;
At no time knowing where you stand
can cause what is stable to slip;
You come up with a clever quip,
‘Sardanapalian’s our brand.’
Just languishing in la la land.
There's a deep settled peace
A life-giving joy and release
In all for me planned
My hopes fanned
Because it's by a loving Saviour,
Jesus, Son of God, gives life flavor!
I gave all to Him
Turned away from sin
So now as daily I wait,
Perpetual guidance is at my gate.
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