Optimism makes one ready to go
bright, forward-thinking never looks back
every corner brings green with happiness
on their running shoes never seems to lack
Now the pessimist is another thing
looks either down or behind feels dark
their slogan's "it can't be done" it's red
no matter the evidence they have one mark
Then there is the one who is colour blind
always weighs things up never truly sure
acting whether it's maybe not quite right
they say he's wise but never got the cure
You see, do you know my secret?
I am colour blind but not very wise
all my day's colours are a blur
maybe that's why never won a prize
So three outlooks on our life
all starting when we were born
who knows what was put in us
but feels at times like a jaggy thorn!
(Quote:
"An optimist is a person who sees a green light everywhere. The pessimist sees only the red light. But the truly wise person is colour blind" - Dr Albert Schweitzer)
Categories:
jaggy, confidence, depression, life,
Form: Rhyme
Images for everything,
Signs with ripe symbols,
Visuals about anything,
With no long preambles.
Instant recognition,
Vital shapes in miniature,
Evoking that retention,
By a certain curvature.
My feelings emphasised,
My thoughts are taken,
They’re compartmentalised,
So that i do awaken.
Holographs like hieroglyphics,
Emphasise what’s said,
With prominent specifics,
That make a fine bed.
My holographic cactus,
Let my feelings out,
To talk about apparatus,
Jaggy, sharp, and with clout.
Categories:
jaggy, art, emotions, feelings, image,
Form: Quatrain
In tiny steps i climbed aloft
With chambermaid and pepper pot.
To see the Wizzle of the Snad
Make umphle of the ichybad.
'Tis oft the beast that burdens both
The hunter and the Gruffalo,
For from its jaggy jagged jaws
Drool dripping on its mighty paws
A sound of uttish farple dread
Farpled from its snarly head,
And with a goonish glare declared,
'Has anybody seen my hair?
My frabjous fringe and luscious locks
Have fallen off between my socks!
They've gone and took a holiday
Just where i really cannot say.
Oh woe is me! Oh woe i say,
A Wizzle with a bad hair day.
A Wizzle of the Snad gone bald
My Granny would be so appalled.
She would be simply cross as cross
And own me like a proper boss.
Because she was, which isn't wrong
As hairy as a Whangdibong!'
Categories:
jaggy, funny, humor, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme