It came from where its going' thats all i can explain, just as water vapour, un-pours up to the sky again.'no pause to
Understand creation ever will suffice.' To
Know and grow, is pertinent all human movements condensed in a trice.' You buy
Whats not yours, we speak of us.' We gather disperse, as a cosmic dust, we'll only take a minute, that our hands can't hold, we progress then regress as we wear into old, much we desire, much we loose
Much we'll never have, we can judge and choose, we unlike water will run up a hill'
We are the constant, contradictive we
leave behind wills.' That notify officialdom, about some material weatlth
So they can siphon of assets,
from perhaps? Some carefully stacked shelf.' Yet all is dissolving, all is meant to pass
Many argue on some details, while the devil rarely laughs' all his concern is on
Stealing, your soul once you have
passed.' And you have
played to each; and every goal.'
Tuff and Ruff, two dogs couldn’t bark
Owner took them to the park
Tuff was mauled by a Doberman Pincher
Who looked at Ruff, said “What’s your name sir?”
Ruff said “Ruff!” once, then twice
~ Pincher turned tail in a trice
Where have all the Gods gone
from yesteryear or days of yore
in their way back in the day
they were there to the fore
most were unbelievable
a plethora a pantheon
the rest of them incredible
one for each and all to pray upon
but did they lose face or their lustre
fall from grace mislay their magic
now long-forgotten
it's almost tragic
as no more crusades inquisition
worship ritual or sacrifice
goes to show religionists
can and will turn in a trice
and what was once believed
no longer holds thrall
yet everything in time succumbs
they all rise and fall
it's nothing new
today's will too
This bird has flown
when all else failed
if only we'd known
that ship has sailed
and the plane's left the gate
but wait it's not too late
to radio the pilot
once twice or even thrice
while on the ground
ask him nice
if he'll turn around
in a trice and name the price
to retrace his track
as it won't be the first
unplanned taxi back
for whom the fuel burns
happenstance
of many happy returns
'Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! all stand,'
said the bailiff before remand,
as legal eagles had looked for loopholes,
flaws in the law,
large enough to lose a lorry,
is that what they became lawyers for?
If I had taken their advice,
blindly handed out to me,
I'd have gone directly to jail,
if not in a trice.
Attorneys, barristers, solicitors,
ambulance chasers,
searching for victims
so they may litigate,
seen one you've seen them all,
what's not to hate?
What are riches but silver and gold
yet silver and gold can go away
What is wealth but good health
that can vanish in a trice
What greater treasure is there than a happy, loving family
before Disputes, Divorce and Death exact their inevitable toll...
Woe to the man who puts his trust in this world
A fortune has he who serves the Lord ~ eternally happy
"When stars align, and you're on track, she's all signs of the Zodiac"
~ the author, after a twelve-pack
If in your heart (a paradise) I'd delve,
'twould multiply my love for you by twelve.
I would be declared by any jury
completely mad, in a trice or hurry.
Your voice rings in a dulcet twelve-tone scale.
Your eyes enchant and wink behind a veil.
Each hour's an eternity on the clock,
as I wait, impatiently, to unlock
the latch on your affection's secret door,
I'll do the tasks of Heracles and more.
My Guinevere, the queen of ev'ry knight,
my love ever burns for you, twelve times bright.
Young Bobby Tucker chats the whole day through
His teacher said, “That's all you ever do.
Today is geography,
what you can do for me
Is form a sentence using ‘Katmandu’
“I’m pretty certain you won’t have a clue
But I would like an answer out of you.”
“Well, Batman don’t chase mice,”
Bobby said in a trice
“But you can bet your life that Katmandu.”
She said she’d be a minute, that she’d be there in a mo
She called down stairs, “Give me a tick, then I’ll be set to go.”
She said she’d be down shortly, that she’d be down in a flash
She said, “Two shakes of a lamb’s tail and then we’re set to dash.”
She said she’d be no time at all and then we can get on
And then she reassured me that she would be down anon
“In the twinkling of an eye,” she said… but that was rather rash
When she said, “Before you know it,” that was total balderdash
She said, “I’ll be there in a trice,” which sounded rather iffy
But not as bad as when she’d said, “I’ll be down in a jiffy.”
Directly; in an instant; any time now; before long
All these words and more she used… but all of them were wrong
Written: September 24, 2024, For Mohan Chutani Minichu Contest
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My fate brilliance award
I'm stuck on a small path, getting wicked advice
floating sword
should strive to dream.
stoutly climb the steps in a trice
breeze stream!
high hope
weave breath precise
grope!!
my fate brilliance award
Stoutly climb the steps in a trice
grope!!
forty years transcend
evaporates in a trice
life suite an echo
I was awed by the noise..As breath indrawn.? Of mighty
Giants in unseen form..' immediatly after grew the
Vivid lemon walls..towering ramparts a firestorm! fissures
Of red, glints of blue..With a marching noise a crecendo
That grew..Then the road before us began to move as
All types of creatures; as if in a torrent flew.' Snakes and goannas rats and mice, wallabys you name it? All in a trice! no
Animal lingered! or fought with another' they were escaping
From the powerfull flames that smotherd..The octane roar drowned
Your senses alright..!! Sugar cane fields ablaze at night.!!
I'll always remember the workers nearby with machtes at their
Smoko's and that lurid sky.'
"Pleasure is the carrot dangled
To lead the ass to market or the precipice"
And when it is astutely angled
It will its objective more than suffice
How many have fallen for such a reward
To find themselves embedded in ice
While hoping for a lustful concord
There comes no greater fall in a trice
When tangled in such a honeyed trap
For which must be paid the price
Of leaping ere you look to take the rap
Endangered penguins on the ice.
Small tuxedo wearing waiters.
Keep the party warm, in a trice
they'll need gaiters.
or...Where's the SPCA when you need 'em?
A farmer's wife who was not very nice
Mutilated a trio of disabled mice.
Each squeaked for its life
As she wielded her knife
And disencumbered them all of their tails in a trice.
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