Children add charm to the house
A source of happiness and togetherness for spouse
Parents' love has no limit and end
It's always true,they never pretend
The love is equal for one and all
Whether big,Whether small
All are dearest, without doubt
It's the affection, all about
Those who need attention more
Feel neglected to the core
He who is loved more
Is weak and timid,for sure
For the parent, all are equal
Love and care,are same as sequel
Which one do you love more?
One may ask,amongst the four
It's a question, obvious for a parent
If one feels,the love is apparent
Parents' love has no boundary
It's always equal, all and sundry
Parents' love is always a blessing
It's genuine, that goes without saying...
The Chicken and the Egg
Woke up fearing the blood sugar
was too low, so I went into the kitchen to get something to eat
found under a platter, a small fried chicken leg
I thought chicken legs were getting smaller and smaller
They must kill the chicken as soon as they get out of the egg
Not a chance for them to be yellow, innocent babies
as painted on the wall in the pre-school visited by a
32-year-old veteran of 8 wars.
It goes without saying that veterans are heroes defending
say, America, from being invaded by all and sundry
But we know the war they fight and often die for is
in the service of warmongers and Israel
We are as we were before,
But you inspire me more.
Any real poet knows you're with us or against us,
Together we're one.
The world will wonder what's wrong,
When our work here is done.
We honor the new,
We honor the old.
We do as we say.
We say as we're told.
We know the answer and it goes without saying,
Peace of mind in our work,
Moral compass not straying.
I have yet searched for your name but see you none the less,
I created this writing to honor your consistent quality,
I must admire,
I must Confess.
-end-
Waiting
Waiting again
Some things never change
They get worse with age
Do they enjoy being
The center of attention?
That goes without saying
Doesn't it?
They may feign embarrassment
Blush and smile
Might even apologize --
No, really?
It's all a game to them
They're stuck in childhood
No matter
There may be a hell in their future
A hell with a Waiting Room
A paper thrown half haphazardly can tumble down the path with no regret
listen to the trumpet call oh dying soldier hear the sound of God's levet
we are lower animals on earth, trampling on our earth and sea
mother nature weeps at our robotic tactical feet, can't you see
that the karma of the world has gone off its skelter we are paying
for our carelessness and negligence, it goes without saying
we need to re-visit those red poppies on the ground of valor,
and circle back to a time when we wore our coats of armor
for the sake of the soul we need to heal the karmic wheel,
for karma, is something we can't beg for borrow or steal.
By: Mystic Rose
A 50 year old
Child not Man
Sent out into
The big wide world
All on his lonesome
Shouldn't have really
In
Reality though been
Without parental
Or
Carers prior consent
Because although yes
He may well in fact be 50
He hasn't actually ever
Been or allowed
To grow up
And therefore why
He is still to today
Technically
A
Man - Child
Goes without saying
Mother Dearest
Nuclear hideout
Deep under the garage in the basement of our building
they are constructing a nuclear, safe bunker, the shelter
is for those with a car and safe tenure, whose duty is to
buy canned food, water and warm blankets.
Those who fully own their apartment will get the best
corner and sit in the committee; those with a mortgage
will be second in line, alas mere renters are not wanted
they will have to find other accommodation.
It goes without saying children and dogs cannot enter.
The construction of the “dugout” has become urgent
due to the war in Ukraine, refugees from that country
have been hired to hasten the work.
After a lengthy meeting among the haves, the decision
was to let in some renters, cooks, cleaners and nurses.
As a top lawyer said: “it is all very well to be deprived
but not so much that we have to do our own laundry.”
If at first you don't succeed
..try sucking something smaller than a seed
A change would make the rest good
Our company is known by the people we keep kept
passed all things, it me its a m, ust
putting commas wherre i w, ant
adding extra r's
all
swell that end swell swell
your longs
take a breadth
hold it a second sec
i am the exception to every rool
Britannia andy's seem to be causing waves
Do you think the rich have a bet going
on that they can get anyone into seats of power
C.mon president Kermit
Maybe we were corrupt before the power got us
lets turn this u
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I'd always wish but carefully
i gave my horse a gift
i could D--------------------------------Johnson the boat
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i have four arms you have been four warned
I do not have a great mind
but i kinda like it
it goes without saying
now is this because there are no words for it
or does a gesture become an action
Nothing new under the sun
this one i like
Out Of site Out Of
mind your step
i think this is your exit
3/27/22
It all goes without saying
At times it's mentally draining
Physically straining
In my head and heart constantly raining
Still in training
In order to reach great things
Can't get it done by waiting
Give it all your best attempt before chance is fading
From bad choices, still paying
Couldn't fix it by praying
Or constant gaming
Humans always think it's theirs for the taking
To this day complaining
Blaming others and hating
People betraying
And shaming
Endless misbehaving
And slaying
An ugly picture is what they're painting
And portraying
All this snaking
And faking
Is taking form and shaping
Toward forsaking
On a journey that can be painstaking
As well as backbreaking
And heart aching
Heads shaking
The Earth quaking
Only concern is money-making
And that in first they are placing
Secret shading
All this debating
Hiding something overlaying
Eventually the layers flaking
Thought it'd occur in the fall
But you can't just see it all
Through a crystal ball
Let it sink in, and pause
You either are or are not helping out the cause
What you did was or was not worthy of applause
Everything comes with it's flaws
Dumbass Genius Farm Boys Paradigm
David J Walker
“Genius” may have been the most ironic of all
The four-letter adverb monikers daily applied
To describe the general dissatisfaction
With any and all work performed on the farm
“Way to go Genius” was the norm as
The tearing down process was performed
Can you be a Genius and a Dumbass
at the same time
as you chime in
too late to make any sense
of the Dumbass-Genius farm boy paradigm
“What do you think Genius” was the question
To the obvious answer that goes without saying
To any coherent thing in the Kings English spoken
With a deep Texas drawl
“I know y’all aint that GD Dumb…dumbass”
“Y’all aint from round here, are ya Genius”
I couldn’t believe it either, but I was and
I could drop the F-Bomb with the best of ‘em
Forming a drawled word you’d never heard in the
Middle of a sentence never spoken in
Sunday school
“Hey Genius, get yer ass over here”
I’d heard that demand so many times that
I’d planned to send my ass and leave the
Rest of me behind
But that will be next time
Dumbass Genius
When comments are in
Such short supply
You can not even buy one
Even if you we're not strapped
for cash and had a pocket full of
fivers
And plenty room left to spare
on your paid up credit card
And then totally out of the blue
4 green comment bubble's appear
out of nowhere
Better than anything in your
wildest dreams you could imagine
That light up and you take to heart
Like you have just won the lottery
And make you feel like they are
as close to 1 or know you as well
as a member of your own family
Leaving behind what can only be
described as the smell of
Sweet success joy eternal
happiness
Gratitude blessings and wishing
nothing more
Than to let them know
And pay the comment or massive
compliment back in spades
So my kind sincere regards
To you David Goliath Sir
For making not my day , week ,
month or year
But all of the above and so
much more
Word's alone fail me to do
justice to explain
I'm a Poet
It goes without saying
In the event that you need
Some poesy rhyme
Come on and read some
Verse with me
Take a tour down poetry road
I got lots of jingle knowledge
I yowl, bellow and roar
I'm a Poet
And it fits me to a tee
On the off chance that you
Need some poetry in motion
Come and howl with me
They say you are done, you can’t have any fun
They say you are old, so do as you are told
They say start praying, it goes without saying
You are a wife and a mother, that’s it none other
Raise your kids right, make their future bright
How you feel doesn’t matter, now go clean that splatter
Act your age, do not show your rage
Let your dreams die, cry in the dark if you must cry
Your life is your family, why is that such a mystery?
A woman has an expiry date, after that she must wait
Life goes on except yours is almost all done
These thoughts that plague you, will only break you
Better make your peace and this pain will cease
Follow the rules, follow convention
Any other thought is not worth a mention
They say it's true there is nothing here for you
So, let it be, just let it be!
Deliberately debating a debilitating disease,
Excruciates and exacerbates existential ease.
Loquaciously lugubrious her lacrimonious wailing,
Instilled in me an ignominy of incongruous assailing.
Galling in its gargantuan, garrulous gainsaying,
Hypocritical hyperbole it goes without saying.
Tormenting me with tales of her tinnitus tintinnabulation,
Forced me to fulminate with ferocity and damnation.
Until, unambiguously, I uttered my interdiction,
Life's too short and your lassitude would test a Saints benediction.
Krishna trims the hedges
an artist in heart, he shapes them
creates three tiers, the bottom one big
the center small, the top one medium.
Fortunate to have him as my gardener.
I watch Krishna from the patio
He cuts humming a hit song
of yester years
ammavum neeye , appavum neeye
The same way the playback singer sings,
The hedges turn lovely, each one
depicting a pattern, The song flows
without any interruption. Krishna, is tired,
Rests for a while.
Wiping off the sweat, he looks
at his work. Says Sabash,
rises up to finish the remaining.
I gaze at him with wonder.
Krishna is almost the same age
as I am. I complain of my worn
out knees, and walk the barest minimum
while he stands for hours in the sun.
Hard ways have made him strong,
The comforts I enjoy have let me down.
Who is better off ? I ask myself.
It goes without saying.
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