Not when you were helping them with homework.
Not when you offered them a piece of the Sandwich of yours.
Not when you smiled and waved at them.
Did you really think they meant it real when they complimented you? They found your kindness cringe and made fun of you.
That day when you told them you are not liking what they said about a classmate yours, they hate you.
"Why did you leave the classgroupchat?"
"Private reason"
"Okay but we need you"
I even felt bad.
"Someone does definetly write something in it, don't they?"
"No, it's quiet.
No one."
"You guys will make it, don't worry"
She came sauntering into the bedroom with that peacock look.
Not only is she sexy, but Queen Hafsa is an excellent cook.
Is my steak finished? King Sabir asked, salivating a bit.
Queen Hafsa gave him a dance that showed him her whit.
His brown eyes narrowed as he stared at her feathered tail.
Hey, he asked, did the peasants yet bring in the mail?
She gave a spin and stared the king down hard.
He coughed a bit, and was shaking like jelly lard.
Queen Hafsa still had a mesmerizing effect on him.
He knew now her act was serious, not a whim.
She pinned him to the bed and gently stroked his arm.
He laid back and gave up. What could be the harm?
She was a beast in the bedroom, his lovely queen.
A tiger, a cougar, a devout lover, smart and keen.
King Sabir’s eyes narrowed, and he let her lead the way.
Thrilled to the core, with his sensuous queen that day.
My dog is as laid back as Bob Marley.
I smiled at the thought.
He dresses like him too, the old hippie said.
I had to meet him now!
He is a giver, the old timer admitted.
And a singer – a howler, but on key.
I had no comment.
Not understanding this but wanting to.
His wife ushered me in.
He’s crazy about that dog, she told me.
The dog was dressed in his Bob Marley costume.
I got a photo with him, for I could not resist.
having a
laid-back
easygoing
mellow
approach
to life is
the way to
go about
not being
affected by
all the small stuff
that life wants to
throw your way
I was logged hard and wood tired,
slept hard and fast,
but dream movie began,
ideas that had got me tired,
came in flashing details and presented,
a possibility spectre that I hated,
I wanted the movie to be over,
but it went on,
tearing me apart,
with more situations and possibilities,
I shrieked,shed tears and shouted,
voice simply did not come out,
nobody heard,
and all continued to happen,
when I woke up,
I felt that I was slain and torn apart in sleep,
some sleeping is physical relief but an unheard mental weep.