Baby bee was snug and safe in her walnut shell
Alone in a hive pod, where only one bee could dwell
her shell was rocked by worker bees and a small drone
grooming her to be queen, she was never all alone
My fingernails are filthy
Looks like they are digging ditches while I sleep
I begin to groom myself like a cat
I do not use my tongue, I use other nails
Nails scraping gunk out of other nails
Hoping to put off my bath until Wednesday
To dress well seems well worth a thought,
In merit, dress matters a lot:
Dressed in silk, to Vishnu so suave,
Father Ocean his daughter gave,
In tiger skin, Shiva a venom-pot.
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Translation |22.10.2024| dress, clothes, daughter, marriage
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. This one asks a question, why should one dress well? And then proceeds to answer it by illustration. During samudra manthanam (Great Churning of Ocean), goddess Lakshmi when came out, father ocean gave her in marriage to Vishnu who was well dressed and well groomed, not to Shiva who was clad in tiger skin, and smeared with ash . Later when venom came out, it was only Shiva who could neutralize it. Think, both were eminently suitable otherwise. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Kim vaasasaa tatra vichaaraneeyam,
Vaasah pradhaanam khalu yogyataayaah |
Pitaambaram veekshya dadau sva-kanyaam,
Charmaambaram veekshya vishham samudrah ||
As a kid, I roamed the vast expanse of the internet
Exploring, learning, connecting with others
Not realizing the danger lurking in the shadows
Of being groomed online by predators in disguise
Innocent and naïve, I fell into their trap
Their sweet words and promises of friendship and love
Leading me down a dark and dangerous path
Where trust was shattered and innocence lost
I was groomed online, a victim of deception
Manipulated and exploited for their own gain
But I refuse to let their darkness define me
I will not be a silent victim of their crimes,
Of their depravity and immorality.
He stood on his stoop and
Proclaimed America's hatred of
Men. Allowing people external
From relationships to be able
to provide a script that creates
the grooming of people. By creating
the condition speak against the
Welfare of all. Making it illegal
to use people to the dissactioning
Of people. Facts to provide data
that increase the risk by creating
Circumstances and issues that
creates the character and provides
the script to reunionize torn relationships
By making "a badguy" from the deceived
Conditions to create the character of
a isolationist. Where conditions of à groomer
due to the women's current position.
Because my former relationship with the children's
father permits me to create a script of a person
She wishes to reunite with her former.
callous clouds hummed
sassy syllables puked
dripping dark dribbles
vying veil trickles
amputated atmosphere bewitched
spooky spell enriched
thrilled trees trailed
crumbling crescendos' wail
rusty rhythm raved
nudging nature nimble
munching meagre mumble
bounty boulevard hurdled
bridged blitzkrieg bruised
grooming gaunt gloom.
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Note: An imitation of an art of nature the Almighty etched in the earth.
Her birth mother was never there -
Sal’s always lived in foster care,
She cries out for attention,
So feels no apprehension,
By posting selfies when she’s bare
Young Sally is very naive -
Her internet ‘mates’ she’ll believe,
She sends them nude pics.
Foul trolls get their kicks,
Her web footprint will never leave
3/11/20
Polish
by Michael R. Burch
Your fingers end in talons—
the ones you trim to hide
the predator inside.
Ten thousand creatures sacrificed;
but really, what's the loss?
Apply a splash of gloss.
You picked the perfect color
to mirror nature's law:
red, like tooth and claw.
I thought about titling or subtitling this one “A mini-ode to manicure” but thought better of it. Please note that this poem is not about female predators or lipstick and nail polish, per se, but the way the human race “glosses over” its predatory nature. We may appear to be “civilized” with our constant grooming and high fashion, but what are we doing to the planet and its other inhabitants? I suspect many animals facing climate change/global warming and possible extinction would prefer less "civilization."
Dog is washing her paw
Noisiest loudest grooming ever.
Gulping and slurping.
Chewing and chomping.
I no longer hear the ticks of the clock.
Or the TV set. All I hear are her incessant
Mouth noises. No one has ever been
Happier to groom themselves.
Come take a tour,
of my grooming shop,
at poems end, I'm sure you'll agree,
were the best,
so forget the rest,
C'mon, read on, and see,
dogs all check in, in the morn,
looking all tattered and worn,
now let's trot down this path,
for a warm bubble bath,
swishing and swashing,
as we start dog washing,
now groomers try,
for that perfect fluff dry,
now moving on to snipping and clipping,
finishing off with shaping and tipping,
now lets go out for a pee,
by the old maple tree,
not a moment to lose,
back in for a snooze,
owners are called one by one,
to tell them that their pup is done,
owners arrive right away,
and we all wave goodbye,
as the pup's drive away.
Touchless tips of fingers
Cracked with worn down nails
space reaching clutching
roiling clouded twisted fate
Late as usual
Lost as usual
adrift in dreamless hope
breathlessly searching for familiarity
Using memories to light avenues
In leaf blown swirls of seasons passed
Standing barefoot in fresh raked shavings
Inhaling dusty warmth
Tears form and fall
In streams of uselessness
Let this be yesterday
As reaching thoughts
Stretch endlessly
Soft nostrils blow warm comfort
As horse sensed feelings
waken
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