Attention! Attention!! Attention!!!
Take note, be aware
As we rewind it, let me remind you
What was your aspirations
When you were a kid?
Did you achieve it?
Are you still on it or forgone?
Another reminder, without rewinding
Are you dreaming or having vivid imaginations??
If it's when you're sleeping at night
Wake up, it's an illusion
It's a collection of your thoughts
During the day
The inner man always alert
Rewinding and reminding while sleeping.
If it's vivid imagination
Getup and make way
Imagination
Without action is an illusion
But with actions reality is attained.
Open your eyes,
Let the sun rise.
Begin your art;
Think it a restart.
Getup for hiking.
You better be joking?
Setup your chart,
Think it a restart.
Situp for breakie
Let that be cookie.
Just fill the cart,
Think it a restart.
When he went away, leaving her that day,
She thought her heart would betray…
The way it hurt, the way she wanted him to stay.
When love meant to last all lifelong, like a song,
Joyful and full, then lost in the dark, so wrong,
Leaving her alone and afraid, after he’d strung her along.
When doubts filled her up, after their breakup,
She felt like she’d fallen and would never getup,
Like she’d collapsed and so needed a pick-me-up.
When he ended what they had, it was just so sad,
Like she’d lost the best there was, all the glad,
While life moved on, she was lost, nearly mad.
When time passed, though, her heart would outlast,
All the pain and grief, finding solace at long last,
With the knowledge that her healing would holdfast.
When life beats you down, remember you won’t drown,
In the faded waters of defeat, the darkness all around…
You will find your reprieve after the heart’s meltdown.
When heartbreak has had her say, all you can do is pray,
For the time when love comes back to you, to stay…
Washing away the tears with a light that won’t fadeaway.
All the coming and going,
going out
guests coming, so -
dress up
make up
spruce up
brush up
tidy up
don the new getup
shake the dust
off the best plates.
Its so uplifting and fulfilling.
This is so becoming.
Saima who is a young girl from Lahore has adopted the getup of a Joker
After disappointing by her circumstances and the behavior of People
She had faced in search of a Job
She daily sits on the mall road in her Getup
She sells toys to earn a respectful livelihood for herself and her Mother.
Note.Our society needs bill gates charity not some bulsiht DON.
Lesson.Elite dons are causing economy problems for poor families.
Applies her makeup
Grabs that glam getup
May put on odd airs
Acts as if she cares
Giggles to lowbrows
Wiggles with highbrows
Goes downtown dancing
Dips downright dazzling
So no big to-do
For this ingenue
time is a gift I appreciate
no matter what the source
these days I avoid asking questions
knowing I won’t like the answers
so I take a break from daily news
stay indoors in my cocoon
focus on things I like to do
my mind on overdrive
trying to get lots done
reassured nobody will drop in
no makeup or fancy getup
my body getting comfy adapting
to this state of constant weekend mode
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~COVID 2020~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on May 12, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S CHOICE A sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention
Freely forming metrical mainstays
poetic occasion to phrase
the fairer and gentler sex,
thus the following turns of phrase
to bestow acknowledgement
regarding wonderful wise ways
of collective she who assays
to create safe/secure home/ hearth
as bedrock and fount of ample
maternal duties tiredly sashays
with keeping house receiving praise
the second Sunday each May, her
tired body sprawled on chaise
lounge, perhaps basking in solar rays
communing with Gaia, who whiz
bruiting with sky goddess
defying forecasters prediction, no slate grays
pose dampening effect on huzzahs
regaling torchbearer diploid as amaze
zing newlife, where loving labor pays
more than fine spun gold cherishing
offspring in her nurturing ways.
Paean dutiful daily deference, I dole
ensconced with pineapple getup
surfing the cyber sea, this hyperbowl
lee, yet deserved dignity deifying dames,
who bear brunt whole
ding potent biological reproductive role
de facto duty honorably decreed
tribute paid despite commercialized
money making hyped up rigamarole,
nonetheless yours truly accentuates sole
sans, progenitor of human race
saddled with disproportionate/ unfair toll.
sucks to be a kid
on a hurricane halloween,
where putting on the
costume to trick or treat
really doesn’t make much
sense, because along with the
whole getup,
you got to fit your little self into
some waders or rain boots at the
least &
slosh through the ****
with an angry parent or
some kind of psychotic chaperone
who’s obviously got a deathwish
of sorts---
with the flood waters rushing
round &
the makeup running down your
face,
scary claw gloves tearing at your
hands &
your little plastic pumpkin
filling up with water,
destroying what little candy you
somehow mustered anyway---
besides, what suffering adult
in such a calamity,
wants to shell out some candy
(whatever they’ve got sitting around
that’s dry)
to some kid whose parents have
the gull to come & get something
from you in the middle of
a goddamn
hurricane?
Imagine being surrounded by flies,
Big surprise I surmise,
Now Imagine being getup in a doo-doo disguise,
Which wouldn,t be wise, seeing that your surrounded by flies,
of various size, with Big Eyes that Multiplies,
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Does anyone hear my cries!!!
its a must getup at dust
going here and there
show your stuff
you must try
or die
am not lying
its some time a pain
to gain
and build yourself aname
STAIR TO FAME
I hear
roww roww
softly but enough to wake me
sick and facedown on my bed
pitch dark
rowl roowwwwlll
big black nose poking my sore one
tail wagging just at the end
bright brown eyes questioning
why are you sleeping?
are you ever getting up?
I try to talk but my throat is too sore
akkgaakkk comes out
ears go up
but the nose pushes forward
breath to breath
tears come to my eyes and I pat your sturdy head
I can hear you thinking
get up getup getupihavetopee
so I do
we stand outside and I'm surprised its July
I have a January cold
the night is warm and I hear you nearby
and then you are leaning on me
sitting in the night
so tall your head reaches my shoulder when I'm sitting
getting some air.
maybe I'm a little better.
rowl rowl
I sat myself, by myself…..
Tired, tired of waiting.
Inside I sit like a potted cactus,
Gussied up for the pic.
Don’t know what possessed this dick.
The wide world’s outside
Ancestors pride, the mountains side,
the deserts dance;
yet, here I sit in cowboy? getup?
Like a potted cactus
Gussied up for the pic.
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