I saw the nice lady
in my dream again.
She read my palm
and frowned.
Closing my hand,
she gave my money back.
Wait, lady,
I never even paid you
Exclusive to us
That sunshine bubble
Joy's realm, afloat.
Proud claim, no child then
Could, meek, promote!
For whom do now speak
Hoarse, too, echoes back
Blames not cloud, dart:
"Frowned in, darkened up.
Swore, burst apart".
At the beach half-clad girls pranced around.
Husbands ogled. Their irate wives frowned.
When the guys fell asleep,
they got buried neck-deep
in the sand. Wives then couldn’t be found!
Let clichés get frowned at in poetry,
Though trite, a tested phrase is still my friend
That saves goodly time, trouble too to me,
Describing it in a long-winding hand.
The grass is greener and apples sweeter,
And why should those fish bite the other rod?
Why distant hills to me look prettier?
And ‘shining object syndrome’ seem so odd?
Yet, too little can I on the ‘ther side,
Were I to shun the use of a trite phrase,
Escape there’s none than a long-winding ride
That won’t invoke visions of envied grass.
Let trite phrase be the thief of joyous cake,
Clichés do some useful toys to me make.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 03.07.2026 | cliché/word play, friend, humour, poetry, Sonnet
Glinting and winking,
Bending to the will of the air.
The coin worked its way down:
Slowly,
Heads over tails.
The coin refused certainty.
And undecided it fell:
Heads over tails,
Down,
Down,
Down.
Until,
The pure bronze hovered,
Above the ground.
Without will or decision,
It turned one last time,
To leave its face,
To stare at the sky.
Down,
Down,
Down,
Reached the boy.
Picking up the decided coin.
He Frowned,
Flipping the coin in his hand.
And,
Looking away,
It hit the ground.
He walked back to his bike,
Eagerly awaiting his return.
Only to be dragged away,
Leaving the forked road behind.
The Moon is my witness
the night you said you loved me true
and twinkling stars looked down
and heard it too
Passing clouds carried the news
straight to my heart
which etched in your spoken words
that we would never part
A creeping Badger
looked up and frowned
seeing us together
not making a sound
Kissing and Cuddling
like lovers do
holding each other tightly
as a gentle wind blew
As the Moon is my witness
I will never forget
the look in your eyes
and will never regret
saying I love you
as was my reply
and I would never leave you
till the day I die
Those twinkling stars
have mapped out my heart
as our love reaches a crescendo
like cupids flying dart
you say that our love is forever
eternity at least
sat here in the wooded darkness
like Beauty and the Beast
They call thee stained, as though some fault were found,
In your pure transparency, cast as sad and frowned,
With the blemishes spread upon thy pure crystal face;
When color trespassed upon your virginal grace.
Yet what is glass but a fluid rich glow, a kin
To a sunbeam caught and taught to dwell within?
To show its ruby dawns and blue sapphire seas,
To warm a dawn, enlighten it, with a colored breeze.
Glass is not disgraced by what it yens to bear;
Blue rivers moving through regal saintly pure air,
Greens and yellows glowing upon an open pane.
Crimson hearts imbibed with red, to gleam again.
The dyes once poured into a molten glass's glow
Makes scenes much richer than plain glass can show.
I stood
Defying gravity
Frowned
Denying levity
Wrote poems
Extolling brevity
Dodged much of life’s
Severity
Now wrestle with
Longevity
The two of us fell instantly in love
It came as a gift from heaven above
We had to keep our feelings hidden
For me falling in love was forbidden.
You wrote me a letter long, long ago
Exquisite writing from my youthful beau
But the letter had been opened and read
Causing my poor heart much sorrow and stress.
We were young, love was frowned upon
It became impossible, had to move on
I never saw you, not ever again
It wasn’t easy to live with the pain.
I wear your handwriting etched on my heart
Inked in vibrant colourfulness of art
Words I’ll cherish till the stars cease to shine
Written once upon an enchanted time.
Dark and blurred—my vision starred.
I rubbed my lids hard and frowned.
Me, my name, my life—
all seemed to go extinct.
I tried calling out.
My speech reframed.
My larynx failed,
its box cracked.
Maybe the earth’s wind
blew away my existence,
thinking it was only dust.
Or maybe the same pillow
I cried upon
ate me....
thinking it would bring relief.
Ah… Mom, Dad, I am hungry.
I waited.
They did not recognize me.
Ah… my books…
I paused again.
They seem to belong to someone else now.
Was I truly that worthless—
or did I pretend so well
that they began to believe it,
until I vanished?
I thought I would feel free.
But it seems
I still wanted to exist.
the Heart wants what it wants
~
Individualistic unrivaled wants
Tempting desires into needs
Defying the mind its logistics
Reinventing discarded feelings
Unto someone / something new
Hand in hand - words & action
How far-off will "delusion" go
How slow will integrity show
Rigid essence of the person
In morality & their principals
The once frowned upon red
Has now been flagged green
Do away the self-abiding rules
Based on likeability & the who
See red and only logic will reign
See green & everything's serene
The sure way to its death is passion
And lack in continued preservation
Eventful ache or a new resurrection
The heart's desire its only sanction
I'm someone nobody sees.
You can call me Southwest Breeze.
When you smiled and when you frowned,
I've always been around.
Freedom. Misused.
When such limits
Through entitlements, itself enables
Are broken through;
Common decency's. Man, the frenzied ape
Had kept from view.
Freedom. Abused.
When that, flag-waved
For its praise, a proud land's, as such
Now frowned on is;
Under God's blessing. A faith, treacherous
Had quelled whose hiss.
The world is my oyster
The veil mine
The pearl i am
The pearl am, i
A sanctuary to slip away from the glare of society’s so-called gaze and to elude from its shame
The world is my oyster she said
But I claimed the veil as my own
Is it shameful to look at yourself in a way others do
Is it frowned upon to change yourself in a way others do
Even when the change feels phenomenal
I found it hallowed, I found it new, pleasing
The world remains their oyster
So i changed in the defiance of others
I endured in spite of others
I am pleased behind a facade
One so meticulous you can't define it
The world is my oyster i said
However i mourn the lack of adequate to be the pearl
The shining pearl, protected from the habitual pressure and
the suffocating air of proprieties
The world is my oyster
The veil is mine
The pearl i am
The pearl, am i
It’s no fun when the rabbit has the gun
Cat calling by women frowned upon
Looked at as desperate or even masculine
But when guys do it they’re just being men
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