Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope bares!
Penelope bears child,
Penelope cares!
Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope fares!
Penelope's fair child,
Penelope stares!
Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope glares!
Penelope's fair child,
Penelope scares!
In a clash of burgers and biryani,
Manchurian with Russian fares so many,
All else that watch the fun
From fence with just bread-bun…
To guess who’ll lose, who’ll win,
It’s too early a scene,
Seems, burgers might lose their ‘reserved’ penny.
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Happenings |04.09.2025| humour, world, war
Note: A proxy war is going on in the world, the western developed countries versus the so-called south, call it a global power and the pretender hopeful, or NATO, QUAD and BRICS, SCO. Obviously in this ditty, burgers, biryani…., represent their countries. And then there are some fence-sitters. It seems, USA today has to contend with its President more than anyone else.
Hate is more potent than Love
as is darkness more awesome than light,
Silence’s more deafening than sound
Vice is more enticing than virtue
as is knowledge more enlightening than faith,
Passion overrides piety
Malevolence outbeats benevolence
as is brute more awe-inspiring than beauty.
Death is absolute
as is life fleeting,
The fear of hell
outweighs the bliss of heaven.
As are nights and days,
Life and death rotate in sync
complimenting each other,
One cannot exist without the other,
As is with good and evil
love coevals with hate —
you cannot choose one without other,
the outcome is correspondingly synonymous.
The devil is god’s alter ego,
The devil almost always
outscores god,
God fares better as the devil…
Damning and bedeviling mankind
for his own devilish delight!
St. Patrick's Day
My cousin went joyfully to Ireland,
A first trip with her best friend, Tim Roland;
Joining fares on Paddy’s Day,
He viewed all green the whole day,
She shouted joyfully, “I love Greenland!”
who remembers trees
when air was free from fares
guiltless
tankless
unassailable
cliches of rustling leaves
enchanted forests
infanticidal practices like nestling newborns atop boughs
cordate declarations etched beneath oak bark and canary sashes
as dead as concrete blocks
and the nearest approximation is a toy broccoli flower
wire wools welded for steel topiaries
laud the arboreal knights
growing figments stalking the future
with whom was shared breath and hearth
in Slab City
The roads are blocked from here to there,
drivers are gridlocked with despair,
traffic pollution’s everywhere,
ask the coroner, ask the mayor,
fellow commuters, could sometimes share,
use yellow buses, if fares are fair,
one thing’s for certain, please be aware,
Greater Manchester needs clean air.
Emoted investment
dividends high
Buying then selling
as spirit contrives
Unlimited resource
consciousness fares
In debits and credits
— whose riches ensnare
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
Ceremonies for festivals
Rainbow colours
Dress the streets,
People in their latest best
Matching paints of salon fares
Made to look like a picture book.
Shoes shinning reflecting
Cleansed ‘soul’
Or ‘sole’ not worn.
White teeth glittering
In the shinning street,
Laughter filling every space
With voices trailing along the way.
Ceremonies for festivities
Only for a day.
Smiles then vanish
Into the setting festive air.
The day was when the crowd came out in a massive drive for the old elephant.
The graveyard was the last day of this red associate; however, they did not lie down!
Becoming a goldened tusk with ivory and diamonds, they become the shrine of the elephant!
All the populace around the waterhole went into the small town without backing down!
Moving through the small grid to the street of many walkers, the group was on arms.
An immature girl was asked about her presence, to which she stated “that it was a revolution”
These arms were a sight of pure ignorance that the past members of truth would rather stay on the farms!
Human growth is notable when each new generation fares better than the last; however, this girl was a product of de-evolution.
Hark to the fools who believe in stupidity and the false words of a toothless chia pet!
Words of honor have never passed the lips of the annoying orange!
It is time to take this person for a check-up to the vet!
You had the world of fools believing in your words! You are beyond an annoying orange!
Was Nostradamus talking about the 20th Century?
Maybe he was speaking about the 21st Century!
Subtle adrift in inundation
Enlarge can never behold the grip
Forsake bounty repel all cliff
Unprepared to kindle kisses
Child that never orphan
Endless bonds search knots
Wail of wind catches despair
Sands answerless all homes
Migrant birds flock to warmth
Flamingo across continents, forever.
Wasps festive in spring
Fragrance faint in day dry
Rays escort us everyday
As insects master their freedom
Delightful wings endeavor, butterfly
Colors and adorable motley flowers
Beauty everytime wanes
Between two beautiful fares
Paint the truth inside
Infinite that sincere utterless
Exquisite are speechless forever
Who can define softness
Charms of eternal belongs
Savor once in realization.
Tollgates on redemption road
calling out my name
Turnstiles of a fated past ...
exiting the blame
Looking back all fares are paid
new pathways to begin
Eyes now closing, heart at rest
— salvation free within
(My Son Trystan & I — April 16, 2024)
Who is Karen?
Or what is she to cheer?
Is she a mother, or a friend, or a whisper in the wind?
She is the realtor ,the banker,
In the courtroom as a thinker.
She is the teacher, that cares, the politician, that fares .
The voice the hurts my ears.
The terror that brings us to tears.
The electricity that flows through the chair..
Question her if you dare.
These cold but, hard stares
For these are the truths that I share….
For the world is a product of the insecurities that she
wears….
Marriages to flames ,in exchange for her fame, shallow as a feather, yet we are to blame.
For the world she has shamed.
The false mother has come, the devil in a dress , yet hero to some….
Swift as it will come, we will not see, for she is the nectar that poisoned the tree…
SHEEPSHAPE
If not a ram then a sheep is a ewe
White and woolly, docile it’s true
One of many, as part of a herd
Clustered together, as preferred
Various strains are kept and bred
Unless taken for mutton instead
But there are several sheep breeds
Enough to fulfil lamb eaters’ needs
Sheep so unwanted in the wild west
They ate grass that made beef best
But lambs are cutest, as we know
Gamboling around, white as snow
So cuddly, and quite nice to hold
But not so much when they’re old
Wool is a raw material for clothes
Soft and fluffy as everyone knows
But wool can be spun into big balls
Remaining unsold until knitting calls
In Greece, sheep’s milk fares better
As there it is used for making Feta
One can even hear sheep from afar
But not so loud as to raise the baa
My Love awaits a heart—
To hold
As Souls are meant in pairs—
Mere death’s lone wink
This way finds
My Embrace—as it fares—
Still Hate does flow within—
These walls
I fight off as it sears—
The breath of Love abides—
It calls
Though falling on deaf ears—
*I wrote this poem on January 4, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 4 and the prompt was: Turn a poem you love into its opposite. My inspiration for this poem was Emily Dickinson’s, “I Had No Time to Hate.”
A distant mumble, a muffled drum roll.
Seconds on, come the serious decibels.
Heavy rumbling with sharp percussions.
Squeal of the steel; wheel scraping on the rail.
Metal clatter loudens then dies to silence.
Spent fares alight and new fares climb aboard.
Ting ting. The cream and green is off again,
Above it, brief flashes of lightning blue
As straying volts are lost to salty air.
Soon far off the rumbling fading away.
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