Every dynasty has its patterns
the good, the bad but mostly the ugly.
In the place you reside, you still cannot hide each trait that has aligned one by one
from father to son.
Why does the truth spill when you’re pouring the wine?
Why is that what it takes, just to feel fine?
The first drop passes your lips, it’s your favourite crime
it’s clear to see bad habits survive the test of time.
Had you hoped for different, had you tried to erase?
The meaning behind that infamous face
or did you just know, that wherever you’d go
you’d be the villain in someone else’s show?
For many years it had seemed, you had strayed from the team
took away and built new lives brick by brick
but now, being here it’s frightfully clear that your name is the one thing that sticks.
You can shine head to toe
so that we all know, you’ve infiltrated the A class bourgeoisie, but it’s blatant to see that when piecing the puzzle that once was a muddle…
you’re the missing puzzle piece, now found.
It's a New Year again,
Time to turn another
page -- though I am
far from new~
closer to Old Sage.
Time to forgive...and let
go... -- as seasons flow
the cold of January
will leave our North~
Southern breeze will again
melt the snow, thawing
Nature's frostier thermostat --
(a subtle lesson in
there for all of us) --
Myself, never much for skiing --
having taste closer in line with toasty-sand
and dazzling-shore
however, no need to further bore anyone with
my own preference -- mindful that we all have
personal deference -- but more than enough
in fond common not to foolishly feel need to share any
affections not deemed innately neutral, amiably acceptable when
cordially meeting and passing -
My this year's resolution:
To make a little less fecal
pollution
to love a little more
a welcome mat not far from
the bell camera at the front
door --
I won't be naively foolish -- but maybe
a bit less frightfully ghoulish...
Where’er you may be let be, said Loulie
Who cannot control her flatulency
Wherever she roams
She plays her air drone
Allowing foul odours to flow freely.
Loulie’s mother is three times a lady
Though her lovely daughter drives her crazy
She put up a tent
With all good intent
To keep her home as fresh as a daisy.
Young Loulie was quite frightfully perturbed
Found that living in a tent was absurd
She could get no sleep
Cold hands and cold feet
And disturbed when her explosives emerged.
Loulie truly tried her best to hang on
Missing her bedroom and mostly her mom
She filled up with wind
Like a bird on wing
Loulie floated off to where sun ne’er shone.
the patched up scarecrow has the saddest smile
You can find him at the corner of the ten foot mile
I wondered what happened to this poor little creature.
He is horrid-looking, a frightfully pathetic feature.
Grandma’s eyes were slipping when she made him.
He is lucky to have a smile said my evil twin.
I sometimes sit and watch this scarecrow toss and spin.
Feeling sorry that she made him during her dementia whim.
forever fragrant flowers
freshly frozen French fries
frosty frigid French pie
frightfully frumpy frogs
F is frolicking, having fun
frilly frisky Frankenstein
freezing frivolous frazzled fried flies
fruitful frustrated frankfurter finches
fragrant frizzled frocks
Frisking friendly fruity F
flirty fleeting fishes
flaky, flashing, flaming flashes
flawlessly flagging flip-flops
floundering in fleshy, flaxen, fluff
Flamboyant F, flavored fruitfully
savoured the roses in the garden
especially the climbing variety
because they had no bounds
and therefore represented
the wild passion of change
the juice of fresh blackberries
ran down as he picked and imbibed them
consumed by their nature
he never minded the prickly thorns
scratching at his skin and his soul
yet calluses on his hands and mind
sometimes took him to a darker place
and the undergrowth would not shelter
a numb kind of restlessness
from a peace not to be had
but he had always been able
to salve the wounds
sometimes picked at the scars
as if to remind himself
that he was frightfully alive
calendula gave him respite
chamomile reminded him
of the healing power of
patching up sores that
appeared out of nowhere
and out of somewhere
only to be seen through that lens
of refraction reflection
and parallel consciousness
as he trenched through the soil
his hands a trowel
and fingers and rake
he minded the earthworms
which sooner or later
would decompose what was left
16th May 2023
I’M COMPOSING MYSELF FOR CHRISTMAS
I’ve done all my Christmas CHOPIN
And got everything on my LISZT.
All in all I’ve been frightfully BIZET
And the Christmas break will be BLISS.
I’m away to the VILLA-LOBOS,
In HAYDN until New Year’s Day,
With a girl in my arms who’s mad about BRAHMS
And the note on the HANDEL will say,
“For GOUNOD’S sake do not disturb us
Except for our SUPPE tray
With two glasses of sweet MARTINU
And a bowl of crème BOULEZ.”
The COLE PORTER’S built the fire up,
The TELLEMAN’S tuned in the set,
We’ll POULENC ourselves down on the sofa
And drop ORFF and try to forget.
5th March 2023
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the malagasy giant jumping rats
look at me as if
to tell me it'll be alright in
the end
but i try to ditch the family
and run off to the insect house
overhear a family wanting a refund because
the aquarium has no octopus
there's no banter
in the primate enclosure
the ape looks frightfully annoyed
and i'm trying to get me mate
into dressing gowns
willing to dead name once
a week
the family find me
amongst the anteaters
'Twas an unpleasant night for Santa Claus
When discovered he had pooped his drawers
From a rooftop he fell
Spread around was the smell
When he frightfully landed on all fours
Poor Santa was in such a lot of pain
For his knees had opened a sewer drain
He was cleaned with a hose
From his head to his toes
But the red pants of his suit had a stain
All the reindeer tried to hide their snickers
Rudolph's nose blinked off and on in flickers
Good thing Santa wore tights
To cover his 'delights'
Which were exposed when he dropped his knickers
Death is not a due destination deserved;
rather, it’s a God privilege that’s reserved.
Yet, you yellow-bellied bigots feel frightfully
free to stalk and murder us—
Prey to be hung, shot, kneed, or by any means
to stop the Black Exodus.
Playing the Greek-like god that you are not, you’ve sought
to “whiteout” all who are black.
But with a Casper-The-Ghost comic-like eerie dumbness, you
can’t fathom what you lack—
That we hued ones of God have had hued eyes on the prize
far too long to be turned back.
As we continue to trek over a way that has been like sojourning
the valley of the shadow of death
And have more often than not been the unjustified victims of that
5th Amendment-like shadow’s fate—
Know that there’s no longer any apathy in us left and that judgment
day is coming to your bigoted racist hate.
There is an unclimbable mountain that no one can scale,
though many have tried.
It is very tall and frightfully steep
and many, many miles wide.
Snow is at the top
and cactus is down below.
Frost bite is gonna get you
or sunshine will make you glow.
Few animals dare to
make this their home;
With dark legends and myths
that will scare you to the bone.
Enough of the storytime my friend,
it is time for me to descend.
3-September-2021
A need that is hidden by a shadow
shouldn't allow anybody to stoop low.
My search for the truth leads me to a discovery:
the longing for a shiny light, the yearning for God
is felt at times of hopelessness; my worry
and impatience knows what He can unfold
for a lonely who did not wish for a harsh fate,
for all the struggles and the strides, he made!
A need that is hidden by a shadow
shouldn't allow anybody to stoop low.
Luscious green lands created by God
and somewhat unexplored by Mankind...
show the stunning beauty of a garden
who once had harmony and was called Eden!
A need that is hidden by a shadow
shouldn't allow anybody to stoop low.
Ah, the oppressed and the meek
face a tomorrow frightfully bleak!
Much stringer is the loin that chases deer,
the weaker is the sheep that bleats out of fear!
A need that is hidden by a shadow
won't deter me from showing thankfulness
for the wonderful gift I received in a month of frost and snow;
I received life as a baby and later I realized its preciousness!
Be your biggest critic, if you suck admit it,
doesn't mean you're finished or at the peak of your limits
just means you have the guts and the brains to revisit
the mess ups, mishaps and the resulting bits missing
adding to your knowledge which lengthens your vision
cuz the first serve is worthless when 30 serves have surfaced
and 60 80 90 reveal a skill that just might be frightfully unlikely
and appealing if conceding to the misleading feeling
the first serve was breeding that gave good reason to stop believing.
be heeding this reading
don't end it keep reaching
judgement isn't found at the first
always at the end, not the middle or birth
I am frightfully fanciful,
My feather has a flourish
I am feeling foxy
My whorls and loops
Showing my stuff
Strutting
Yes I am a show off
Proudly and magnificently
Not everyone can do this
But I can
I am fancy
I write with a flourish
I am beyond reproach.
cackling creepy cantankerous caustic crone
frightfully ferocious, fanatical, and I’m all alone
I hide in a boot, going as far as I dare go.
She shoves in her foot. Immediate woe!
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