can you imagine living on Uranus?
this unusual planet has a unique pattern.
forty-two years of darkness
then forty-two years of sunshine
repeat
I try to imagine it
but cannot fathom how it would feel to live there
Or how weird it would sound to say
“I live on Uranus”
Seeing a burnt image of a city destroyed
I imagined it was an Gaza update
I saw some celebrities crying on TV
Wondering what the future holds
Never mind,
If it were Gaza, it doesn’t matter
Imagine LA is Gaza!
The areal image is so similar.
I hate my neighbour and want to kill them.
I imagine their car being squashed by trucks like jam sandwiches. Red crusts.
I daydream that their staircase collapses like factories ready for demolition.
I fantasise they swallow glass instead of coffee and bleach in place of milk.
I conjure images of their flesh peeling like skin from a potato. Sliced in strips.
I sit and listen to their music. I stand and hear their television.
I hate my neighbour and want to kill them.
I see their death, to ease my life.
The Cat in a Hat
sat on a mat
(the mat was flat)
when
Pat a bat
who was fat
(a flying rat)
chasing a gnat
(the gnat went zzzat)
dropped in
(splat!)
for a chat
(what a brat)
but
(tit for tat)
was told to scat
imagine that!
(Moral of the story: Uninvited unwelcome)
You can only try,
Give it your best shot.
Wear a winning smile.
Plant a positive thought.
You're on your way now.
You're looking good.
Moving forward.
Out in front.
Aim high above the clouds,
and you can fly!
Believe in yourself.
Dreams can come true.
Set your goals high.
Don't limit yourself.
Create ideas and experiment.
Let your mind lead you.
Soon you will find,
all the amazing things you can do!
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I do not own a pair of pajamas
In winter, what do I do
Do I pile on the covers
or do I lie there and shiver
If I leave this to your imagination
you might charge me with sexploitation
So, here’s my secret –
No, I don’t borrow my son’s
What I do is close the window!
It’s off with the clothes
~ On with the skin show
A pearlized chrysalis in the night sky
Constellations twinkling in Goddess-like fashion
I stare at the nearly round orb,
She brings a delightful wonder to the evening
Imagine my surprise if she would open
And a giant monarch would swoop down
Light on this balcony and touch her forehead to mine
I stare into the evening, imagining her delicate touch
Loving the idea of it
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Imagine getting sick of thinking what if.
Imagine getting sick of not believing in thyself.
Imagine waking up every morning with a goal and a plan.
Selah.
You work toward your goal vehemently.
And that plan you can always modify,
but from it you never relent.
Selah.
God blew His breath, which imbued in every crevice
Until our metaphysics lit up.
He made us in his image and to Him limits are nothing but devilish gimmicks.
Alas, then why would you ever accept such sophistry as limits?
Selah.
Imagine what you would have.
Imagine where you could be.
But most importantly, imagine who you would become.
Selah
( Hold onto this anchor please)
When all seems lost and all stars gone
Imagine lights and you won't be alone
When sadness quakes and voices mock
Imagine the skies among with whom you'll flock
When happiness fades and madness runs
Imagine colours brighter than the sun
When fires scorch and winters blow cold
Imagine spring letting love unfold
When you're drowning under the waters of hassle
Imagine that you're floating on top of a castle
When they all leave and bail– don't sulk
Imagine fairies with wings are eager to talk
Imagine a place
Where no discrimination exists
Where there is no topic of color or race
Imagine a place
Devoid of judgment and despair
Devoid of criticisms, differences, and nasty glares
Imagine a place
That doesn’t compare
The way we walk and what we wear
In this place, it does not matter
The texture of smoothness or roughness of hair
In such a place, all would be fare
In knowing that the root is the commonality we share
that will always connect us to the skin we bear
How far we've fallen.
About a half century ago
there was a young man
living in John Lennon's Garden.
disillusioned- dirty -confused.
Outside his mansion John came out
briefly chatting with the man
Inviting him in for a bite to eat.
Imagine that, treating a grubby stranger like a king.
Fast forward-2024 a couple nights before X-mas.
A woman fast asleep on a subway,
set on fire by a mad man.
Imagine a hate so deep
to bring hell upon a stranger's dream.
Imagine that
artificial turf replacing natural grass.
My, how far we've fallen
my-my
how far we've fallen.
The largest bill I have seen personally is a hundred- dollar bill
I do not like them
They are not as easy to spend as a twenty-dollar bill
Or a five- dollar bill
The largest denomination circulated was the ten-thousand-dollar bill
I would like to see a photo of one of these
But would not like to try and spend it
The stores turn up their noses at the hundred
Can you even imagine the pain,
That greets me in the morn',
The pain that trickles down my face,
The pain that makes my soul worn?
The pain that interrupts my sleep,
The pain that dulls my eyes,
Can you even imagine the pain,
The pain you don't recognize?
Can you even imagine the pain,
That breaks my heart in two,
The pain that forces my head down,
The pain that hides from view?
The pain that steals my smile,
The pain that blocks my throat,
Can you even imagine the pain,
The pain that makes me float?
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