Miss Tarantula Gets Grounded
Miss Tarantula’s mother was bawling
as she grounded Miss T for eating all the cake
every time she went sleep crawling.
Her mother screamed, ‘That cake,
these cakes, took me hours to bake!’
So very sad Miss T was sent to her full of gloom
warm cobwebbed attic room.
It was already boarded up.
The lockset was covered, covered up
with silk of high tensile strength
of great length.
On a beam above, she was weeping
at the outside hurly-burly of the trick-or-treating.
Awe & shock bowlers in the dock our warlock & glock “the judge”
Rapscallion and stallion wrangling with dangling golden medallion
Facing the pacing battalion on our latest sinking Caribbean galleon
Our burly oracle with each follicle so curly a rock that won't budge
In that 90’s dungeon Robin our classy curmudgeon brassy bludgeon
Truncheon fine dining on a hurly burly Courtenay & Curtly luncheon
Calms alarms and qualms delivers us from harm with stoic heroic psalms
Call to arms more like baobabs than palms those offside charms “the Judge”
Speedsters scary & lairy others wary prime time for our hairy chest fairy
Robin our pace Pontiff willow ace not a whiff or a riff or sniff of what if
Believers in his jobbing levers will go biff in any tiff that's the pith of Smith
Not just a county squire but quite possibly the ultimate Hampshire Sire
Calling card hit it so hard earned the fable label of both BATman & Robin
Hall of fame name can’t smudge hats doff to a complete one off “the Judge”
Like a picture frame encasing the beauty of the ocean,
the moving curtains wafted by the breeze,
the waters sparkle and blue skies enhance the view.
We found a piece of paradise in this haven of peace.
A well needed rest from the hurly burly of our busy lives.
Time is slower here, the air is clear and we can breathe again.
The palm outside the window waves to the glistening sea
and brightly coloured birds add to the perfect palette of creation.
The window like a picture frame depicting utopia.
I MISS
I miss the hurly burly of the business world
All that backstabbing and the political tricks
And all the ignorance that always surprised
As blustering and hesitation, often disguised
They were easy ways to wriggle out of a fix
As all around them, incompetence swirled
A capacity to listen, one might have thought
Being so pointless going through the motions
Regret for all those disregarded opportunities
Chinese walls between the social communities
Not just rivulets of division, more like oceans
Blind to innovation, just sticking to the report
There were probably just a few days of bliss
The moments when I got the world to rhyme
All around me was a curtain of mere timidity
After years of trying to change such stupidity
Retirement finally arrived in the nick of time
Sorry, I lied, as there is nothing that I’ll miss
QUIESCENT
After the hurly-burly of a busy day
Handling and juggling all those facts
Let the others go out again to play
Me, I only desire to rest and relax
Me, I only desire to rest and relax
Close my eyes and to think of stars
Peaceful moments work often lacks
Ignoring the sound of all passing cars
Ignoring the sound of all passing cars
Let the street outside just do its thing
Halfway to Heaven, going past Mars
Feeling the charge that quiet can bring
No longer any need to be effervescent
Just get comfortable and be quiescent
DOLCE FAR NIENTE
A gentle idleness, so well deserved
After the hurly-burly of a busy week
Assuming control to just switch off
Relax, and then raise a toast to sloth
It’s a long way down from the peak
This nothing time has been reserved
A welcome void of silent emptiness
Eyes closed, and all phones muted
Time to reflect on what I’ve built
Yet the prize is that I feel no guilt
A well-earned rest may be disputed
But to me it matters not, I confess
King of Hurly burly
sovereign of wrongdoings,
Shaman of harm,
relative of arrogance,
executioner of silence...
1.
I think love be quite fastidious
With a priggish clear intent
To fester hurly burly
On whom it should torment.
One thing is absolute...
'Tis that and that shall be.
Love's rudimentary motivation
Be to source my misery.
The End
2.
If ignorance be bliss, and
Foolishness the coinage of the realm.
'Tis dark the days that fade away
With an unknown spectre at the helm.
As we trundle through the shadows
Where pride and arrogance oft compete.
Portion out a spat of hubris and naivete...
Thus our abasement be complete.
The End
3.
A child may fear its shadow
And the perturbations in their head.
They dread the midnight poltergeist
Lurking menacingly beneath their bed.
They may fret about a spelling test
And abhor the dimming light.
They tremble at the boogeyman
Who torments them late at night.
The fear that haunts them most of all.
The fear that shakes them to their core.
'Tis the monster they both love and hate...
Outside their bedroom door.
The End
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To Green Hills
By Joji Varghese Kunheria
Never was a time like this for us all
Dwelling inside this fabulous abode
Enjoying the life across the crossroad
Green Hills has been the haven of our soul
Majestic in its appearance and tall
Not so far but pleasantly located
From the hurly-burly of city crowd
Yet much within the heartbeat of it all.
Surrounded by the coconuts lush green
So abundant in this God's own country
You feel it as you enter, neat and clean
And a sweet and rich feeling so homely
The new order of things makes it serene
Making my dwelling place very lovely.
*******
Seventy degrees
sunlight exudes joyfulness
bird song wafts in air
high spirited voice
uplifting excited day
greener than ever
flowers effloresce
happy congratulations
daffodils erect
glassy eyed chipmunk
chased off by brown grown squirrels
hurly burly way
chirping and trilling
a harsh bulldog’s deep croaking
cardinal preens in sun
No more getting up too early
Brain half-fuzzy, bedroom whirly
Mood-a-combo: grumpy-surly
Boarding workday's hurly-burly
Thanks to virus, I sleep late
Linger long in bed and wait
'Til the clock strikes half-past-eight
My new workday sure is great
gaunt ghost jolting
lusty lurch fermenting
felon higgledy-piggledy fostering
busted hurly-burly blistering
hoisted emotions hankering
strife strove, surging
damped death drooling
after ghost galloping
scared fate sobbing
at mystic margin:
pulpy pace shrinking
death met banshee
callous war's conceived
death feigning defeat.
19:12:12:08:56
Mashed potatoes, turkey and stuffing,
apple , pumpkin pie, the parade winds puffing
and Santa Claus will soon come,
a day of football, relaxing for some
others hurry baking and pressure cooking
while children stealing treats when no one is looking
and lovers are canoodling as coffee is brewing
with a prayer, a toast, a glass of wine
what a wonderful time.
Here it comes, be careful now
resist the temptation to hurry out
do a little gift prep early
of treasured sales in the hurly-burly
wait, before the season starts popping
and stores galore are open early for shopping;
take this time to embrace the gathering
of time and experiences shared in jabbering.
Thanksgiving for family and friends
get-togethers, laughter and memories on end
take a picture, two or three
of recall for the family tree
of good times, tears
and wonder at the quickness of passing years
hold it close, hold it tight
before these precious dreams take flight.
Pressed firmly a shoulder against brick wall
Arms that are folded and feeling quite tall
A hurly burly of a lazy man
Only works if he has to or can
Frustrated waiting for the big check
Drank the last one quickly red neck
They only come once upon time
Delusional angry and outside so I'm
In and out my mind does wonder
Try to control the other guy under
No money for meds and mad hatter is he
Unpredictable this matter will be
Hoisting two sacks the postman will meet
But which one of us uncertain the greet
Passing me by with no check in hand
Off the stoop on postman he land
Franticly struggling to loosen the strap
Harder and tighter the handle did rap
Doesn't take long the postman is limp
It's back to me the original wimp
I don't understand the reason for action
This guy was good during every transaction
You'll never know by meeting us guys
But we'll see you through these killer eyes
Well there's a chimpanzee playing
in my flower bed, there’s a ghost in my
attic raising mortal hell, I must be
going crazy 'cuz I haven't even taken
any pills and this can't be real, I tell
myself you know this just can't be
real...
I ask everybody if they see what I
see and they say uh no we don't see
anything, it’s like some kinda like an
Alice in wonderland movie it seems
surely I'm just tripping on a dream
and hallucinating all this
SLEEPWALKING…
someone please wake me up from this
impossible dream 'Cuz I'm sitting here
eating brains like spaghetti with a zombie
and Heath Ledger just walked out my
back door and if that's not enough there's
some kinda wild Greek orgy going on down on
my living room floor...
Well am I going crazy or is this just
kinda Alice in wonderland dream, I ask
everybody if they see what I see, they
just gasp and say uh no we don't see
anything, has my mind finally flown the
coop or am just tripping on a dream
this is all to unreal to be the real deal,
someone please wake me up from this
hurly-burly comatose state I seem to be in
and stop my SLEEPWALIKNG
stop my Alice in wonderland
SLEEPWALKING!
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