Lounging on the beach supine
With Rayban sunglasses on.
At last, summertime is here;
A hot one at that!
The heat could roast a chicken;
A sun too hot to handle!
I am a corn on a cob;
My kernels popping!
Hey, friend, aren't you feeling this?
You're a corn on the cob, too.
I don't see you popping off!
What's going on here?
Always walk on the sunny side of the street
where the grass is always greener
my advice... give a wide berth to the shady side
(unlike Little Red riding the 'hood)
as over there the streets are meaner
better yet focus on the good
where life is pleasantly serener
maintain a positive outlook
and keep a cheerful demeanour
please don't be annoyed vex or hex yourself
(so as to avoid a scandal)
like the wicked old witch on her broom
who when angry flew off the handle
Handle the values
A gentleman asked, "You talk about God, don't you get tired, and you connect on mobile to share your daily routine? How do you handle it?"
Answer: "Man, I see society socially, and God is my family, which I explain from a family perspective. As for the mobile, I practice technical and social society..."
Rishi Tantracharya Aghori Mahabhramnad
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
it broke and shattered
one piece at a time
it fell apart
had come unglued
little by little
over time
in the end
there was no fixing
it was beyond repair
barely held together
it was just for show
i just got up one day
and somehow
was determined
to get on with life
trying to mend the pieces
as well as could be expected
AP: 3rd place 2025
handsome Harry hastily harnessed hazardous hayseed Hank
heightening his hellish heebie-jeebies.
Hank helped Harry handle hordes of high-spirited hitchhikers
heaping a hodgepodge of hocus pocus on Honey,
Hannibal’s handsomest hog
I can’t handle
ornery
brooding
detachment
My parental figures
romantic
warm
close
Oh, they yelled
momentarily
harmlessly
humorously
(to me at least)
like when Dad
spilled sugar
sugar lips
martini cheers
against her urn
I can’t handle
grief
tears
a broken heart
Sticks and stones may break my bones
It’s easy to be hurt when you’re alone
My heart of glass profusely bleeds
I wish my poker face was hard to read
My sign reads “Fragile: Handle With Care”
It repels new friends and attracts blank stares
Don’t get too close or I’ll get hurt
My insecurities keep me distant and alert
I used to wear my heart on my sleeve
They would tell me it was a blessing but then would always leave
So I guess I’ll see you when the party’s over
My mind is quaking so I’m taking cover
My cheeks turn red, and tears flood my eyes
I can’t be normal for once, can I?
I’m a brittle branch on a windy night
I’ll be blown away and out of sight
So words can never hurt me.
Make one's self scarce when that cage
suddenly appears and before they
splash that sticky mess that to our
fur adheres..
Learn how to get attention when no
one seems to listen by increasing the
volume and stay persistent..
When offered unsavory courses
just let them sit and spoil,
until they make better choices or
refrigerate in foil..
Show appreciation from time to time
by rubbing on their calves with your behind..
Master opening doors with out reaching the handle.
It should be number two in this cat instruction manual.
Always keep a neat appearance.
Don't make a litter mess.
Have patience with your people and your life will be blessed.
A physical presence so is just standing there,
Keeping your head making other things,
And not talking a single word.
C'mon,
Did your friends force you?
Handle With Care
Handle with care, treasure with ten tiny toes,
Once protected in my warm, maternal womb.
So fragile, so frail, so heaven only knows,
where to find refuge in this wide world of doom.
My Child, as you and my anxiety grows,
By the grace of God, faith found a little room.
Understanding my weaknesses, I adjust,
And in the safe womb of God's arms, place my trust.
And here we go again
trying to conquer me with words
Did you ever think
that the weapon was inside you all along?
And the way his smiled look next to yours
I guess you’re not worried about your reputation
And the way you were leaning back
I guess you didn’t tell him yet
But somehow
they always know in the end
Cover up your tracks
and cover up that scar
I’m sure it’s not the only one you got from him
He lost everything he has
he just doesn’t know it yet
She likes to be alone
always crying by the window
Holding her heart in her hands,
she lit a match
and set it all ablaze
She said, “oh, let it burn
it wasn’t doing much anyways”
She might be dramatic
but she’s never lacked potential
Her burning heart
is now a trophy of her resilience
There are two paths we can take
when life gives us lemons….
as we tell ourselves to keep going…
not to quit
The first is to make those lemons into lemonade
The second…
is send them back
and ask for chocolate.
I never thought that I would be quoting Jack Nicholson,
but, "You can't handle the truth," applies to most of the world's population.
They shut off our power for about 3 hours
To make needed repairs they say
D'ya know how that affects our daily routine
Like our arm's been cut off half way
No heat, no lights, no computers, no telly
We might as well cash in our chips
Aware it was only from nine until noon
But my mind can't handle this blip
Anything different from my normal routine
Throws me in a kind of a dither
I get all sweaty and my eyes bulge out
My speech starts to slip and slither
I once was able to handle these disruptions
When I was young, handsome and virile
Now that I'm a slobbering vile old man
My mental capacity has fizzled
Some people suffer from a power shortage
Every single day of their lives
Got nothing to do with a disruption of power
Their ageing is in overdrive
An only child, actress, singer, nightclub entertainer
Jayne Mansfield.
Her movie Too Hot to Handle made sense to the people who knew her.
A tomato, lightning, a bonfire, married and divorce numerous times.
She loved her five children and kept her Playboy playmate figure.
Dying in a car crash in New Orleans at the young age of thirty-four.
She lived as if she knew she was running out of time.
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