Written: November 17, 2025
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The night used to gargle with garrulous joy—
canorous crickets, a capacious choir
beneath the diaphanous veil of dusk.
Now, only the hissing of wires,
the gaseous hum of machines
careen through the cloudscape.
I prowl the porch at the moon’s behest,
a flaneur of vanished felicity,
searching for the fetching fipple-song
that once gamboled through the grass.
But the calyx is closed.
The petiole wilted.
The elixir of sound—evanesced.
Where once the heron slept
and the wisteria wore its tiara of dew,
now lies a threadbare hush,
a dismal hex of silence.
The garden, once gaudy with chirps,
It is a byzantine grave of elision.
Did we disassemble for too long?
Rake too deep?
Abase the earth with hubris
And flapdoodle dreams of dominion?
Did our egregious hunger
for luster and control
writhe the world into quiet?
knowledge is not a cubicle;
ignorance's hideout, flapdoodle,
corrugated roof of worn wits
damp drips, drizzles illusion spits
neither is knowledge a haven;
hoisted hell, callous clips cloven
la-de-da lake retention dug,
choked to brim by cursed current- lust
nosy knowledge is not heaven;
forlorn Utopia - Joy's oven
fame's pulchritude, honour's specter,
voluptuous variance of blisters
knowledge is a luminary;
hops into wits, then fumes instinct.
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Note: of nosy knowledge.
Quaint Inanity.
Sometimes ago I'd thought of the idiosyncratic Shenanigans our politicians employed in declaring their manifesto. They're quite rapscallions.
Exhibiting hoity-toities during their declarations of flapdoodle, they
Tune their cozenage to the rhythm
Of rascality.
And you see kaleidoscopic legs picking
The nimbus of the elfin music.
And they're swayed into cotillion till their Fela* commute to dirge.
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Not a longevity but high dreams made her assuredness
Devotion in books, mould her in prosperity
Expectation form herself, longing to touch the sky
all the talks from society like ‘will she get successed in it’
for her, Presuming it flapdoodle just like mullock
She deeemed well from journalism, aspiration insisting her
“Forget about yesterday, Go ahead and
endowed your aim having penchant”
A new start up learning and flourishing, ran her up
Abnegation Broken her into spillikins, above all the sides give in,
Never bend towards distress,passed all the level
Instated her dreams in reality, Become the spur for lifetime
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