A posh sonnet
She had a posh voice of the kind I used to hear
when listening to BBC, a voice of authority that
didn't like to be gainsaid
When I met her in the Algarve I was impressed
by her voice first, it was later I noticed she was
generous with her physicality
We became lovers, for her sex was a hot topic
she clung to the act like one worried if she had
an illness called nymphomania
Not that I minded, she didn't live near me house
but when I learned she had a harem of lovers
I reluctantly set myself free.
Categories:
gainsaid, absence, abuse, age,
Form: ABC
Dreams are made of some fearful stuff,
And then again, some lollipops.
They bring us joy and they bring us pain,
As they hold us tightly in their reign.
Why can’t I guide them in my sleep?
And why don’t they resolve the issues they hold so deep?
They drive us crazy and then build us up…
Why oh why, won’t they just give up?
They show us our yearnings and of course our fears,
But why must we relive them and shed such tears?
They’re there for a purpose: THAT is abundantly clear…
But some are just memories burned deep, I fear.
I’m sure, some must be resolved first from without,
Before being removed from so deep, where they’ve set up shop.
They can’t be ignored and they can’t be gainsaid,
But with help we can take some of their power away.
Yes, they are there for a purpose of that I’m sure…
But I may never know why, as we endure.
Written: 8-1-2012
Categories:
gainsaid, angst, introspection, life, mystery,
Form: Free verse
There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.
The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and *****.
He wouldn’t be gainsaid on being a shark.
As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont.
Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want.
Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark.
But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn’t want to disembark.
So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back…
And as he bit the snake’s tail the frog hollered SHARK!
Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off…
Thinking it’s better to be safe, than as some one else’s dinner doffed.
So some how, together they both became what they did want.
Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond.
The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want.
Still, don’t stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought…
For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk…
Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.
Categories:
gainsaid, adventure, allegory, animals, art,
Form: Couplet