Trump’s top gun that has been tariff
That caused him to skid off the cliff,
He, unwise of its woes,
Gung ho, gaga who goes,
Still hopes for vain waah and taarif!
Now, his move gone haywire,
On reverse gear, rear fire,
Mighty worried he’s of what if.
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Happenings | 13.09.2025 | USA, humour
Note: waah (Hindi) translates as bravo, well done, and taarif (t pronounced soft) translates as praise, admiration, approval
This ailment sure for long shall go,
In an ill world along shall go.
Yet, head held high shall go with life,
Where so it goes gung ho shall go.
And like every life upon earth,
Pitted like a ping pong shall go.
Man a human, it’s obvious,
With him his every wrong shall go.
With a cautionary signal
The church may warn, loud gong may go,
And still with same gait world shall go,
Jingle bell-like ding-dong shall go.
Who can change the gait of this world?
As ere, with the same song shall go.
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Ghazal |06.07.2025| world, change
Big Ben chimes again
With Bazball zen
One of those men
From special stock
Shepherd of the flock
Hewn from strewn Volcanic rock
From New Zealand's Southern Isle
But only there for a wee while
Mighty flame haired flair laird
Without doubt more about Blighty's North East
They forged this bellicose beast
Ripsnorting sporting cavorting squire
Glutton & gourmand gorged feast
Test town crier
Puffed buffed chest
Inspire..burning
Proper copper topper
Churning fire..
Endless zest..desire
No dull lull
No bore draw
Simple...aspire
To score more!
It's not arcane
Stokes campaign & reign
Train like you're insane
Always entertain!
Remember us flounder
In the gutter
Trounced...17 on the bounce
Could we have found
Pound for pounder
Better all rounder
Nutter...go getter
Sounder founder
Run rate record setter
Of the evolution
And revolution
Of Test cricket
Toe to toe
Blow by blow
Heave ho
Give us a ticket
In the Baz ball or
Ben buzz grotto
Gung Ho motto
You will never know
Till you give it a go!
What should I write, what do you think
How's about tightie whities
The kind that get most women all worked up
Divesting themselves of their nighties
Even if you plead you have a headache
She's in no condition to listen
Those tightie whities are driving her crazy
Down below she starts goin' fishin'
All of a sudden your headache disappears
Now it's you who's all gung ho
You yell out “tally ho ride 'em cowboy”
She screams bloody murder “woo ho”
That continues for about thirty-eight seconds
Then collapsing exhausted on the floor
You scream out “got a cramp in my leg”
She yells, “want more, want more, want more!”
Think to myself that's the very last time
It's polka dot boxers from now on
Tightie whities will be the death of me
At my age, I ain't got that long
Ha... a fairy tale!!!
As a smokless; human spirit; I yet celebrate'
New Zealands move, not to bin it.' The choice
To use that nicoteen.. Or not.' Is what
We now; are seeing..A drug if types.? Yet not
Invasive, unlike the jabbing drug paraded on
Every screen and radio.' Hordes of presenters
So gung-ho.! So positive in much unknown to
Kids adolecents and fully grown, past 2008 no
One it seems? Can be self determined it hits
My spleen, a different bile allbeit so' we all must
Prevent deny, it though' might and bluster will
Be used' yet the corrosive threat; is our freedom'
Being abused, a crushing of soul specially among
The younger.' Is there a move that this group are to
Be senseless intended? Just malleble drones i well
Consider? This should through all Nations send
Great shivers.!
Gary returned to his small town with a plate in his head.
He had been bright but was not quite that much now.
A gung-ho soldier who had survived a year in Nam.
He spent the next year painting his car red white and blue.
He drove pretty girls around in parades after that.
A changed man, a soldier, who was never the same.
The entire town was proud of him and his car.
“He’s the guy who came back changed” we told each other.
Respecting his sacrifice and appreciating our freedom.
Badger was gung-ho about being up in a hot air balloon.
What does he know? Asked skunk. He is a big buffoon!
But I wanted to go too, and porcupine was ready.
I am going I said to my sour skunk friend, Freddy.
Freddy is my bestie, but he can be silly some days.
He said “you are not going without me. I will bring my glaze.”
His glaze is his specialty; it is tasty on toast and such.
Glad you are coming, I told him. I would miss you so much!
Perry the porcupine weaseled his way into the balloon too.
I tried to discourage him until I saw he had brought beef stew.
So we all jumped in the balloon with a picnic for twenty-seven.
We had a fine day traveling upwards toward heaven!
Advice may entice
But be sure to think twice
For by following it, you surrender
Your instinct, a vice
For which you’ll pay a price –
Disappointment might be what you render.
They mean well, those who sell
You a thought parallel
To the one that your brain seems to favor;
Still, that shouldn’t compel
You to therefore expel
From your mind any choice you may savor.
Even though you say no
To advice that’s gung-ho,
You stay true to your gut and its feeling,
For by not yelling “Whoa!”
You’ll get caught in the flow
With results that might be unappealing.
God switched on the sun light.
the budding leaves aglow.
dimmer switch brightens sight.
hues of woodland, gung ho.
rise from bulbs, leaves like wings,
soaked in water-retreat.
glass vase - fingerprint clings.
tulips cupped, bittersweet.
sans leftovers of crumbs,
spotless rug brings to mind
the conversation hums,
ham and turkey rewind.
4/18/2022
Young lads in their teens and Gung Ho,
Signed on the dotted, all said let's go.
A bedraggled bunch were dumped at the gate,
A sergeant trying to form us up straight.
Stopped at each spider to drop off a few,
In we all went wondering what to do.
Most never been away from home before,
All confused asking what was in store.
Bawled out for talking too much,
He was a Geordie, could have been Dutch.
From then each day was all a whirlwind,
Awake before dawn to a clatter of noise,
A fearful time, we were only young boys.
Getting kit, marching after a fashion,
Scorned by the sergeant, shouted with passion.
Medical tests, bend over and cough.
If he goes behind me, I swear, I'm off.
It was all a bit heady in those early days,
We managed somehow to form up in line,
We grew as a group and managed just fine.
It was a million miles from where I had come,
It was worth it to see the man I'd become.
©Dave Timperley 11/10/2021
Jerry was gung-ho, root’n toot’n
Loved Susie, who was high fallut’n.
They had a big fight
He would not eat right
She wanted him to eat only gluten.
I woke up this morning like i can do anything
got the feathers to fly and swim with a fin
a divine right as though born to be King
I can do anything, I can do anything
I'm going gung-ho
I'll let the gun blow
I aint done no
until I say so,
I've got sayings to sow
when I lay they go woah
ink the words in the row
as I show off and show
why to throw me the doe
I can row the boat slow
fly high dive low
don't underrate bro
and belittle or bellow
as my bow and arrow
will hit you I'm hallow,
I'll take in the takings like a baker with dough,
rhyme baking and making it rise up and grow,
win prizes through flow
as I fly like a crow
cus i woke up this morning like i can do anything
Steampunk Maggie with her flaming purple neon hair
Showing a gung-ho attitude that scares men off the planet.
Guns should be hanging off her holsters; not sure they aren’t.
As she faces me down with her charisma I laugh. She is mighty!
I add some yellow daisies to her top hat to smooth her out, calm her.
Rather than softening her attitude, it makes her more formidable.
I adore her now more than ever.
The newest student in class
The just-hired employee
The representative-elect
The groom and bride-to-be
All of them enthusiastic
All of them gung-ho
Within a few months or so
Where does that spirit go?
Fresh face
Eager to please
Gung-ho, great attitude
Reminds us of how we once were
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