How about some cheese? the Aussie said to the new employee.
Which kind would you like? Cheddar? Pepper jack? American?
Definitely not American. Do you have Provolone?
The other guys laughed. They were toying with this American.
Cheese means money over here, one of them said to the new guy.
The new guy kept his thoughts to himself, but he listened hard now.
Figuring out who the instigators were.
Was their teasing clean fun or bullying?
A latecomer began gesturing frantically as he entered the office.
Upon seeing this display, the new guy decided to introduce himself.
“I am your new manager,” he told them
“Feel free to call me the Big Cheese.”
Lovely to know He is everywhere,
For love blooms anywhere He goes,
Answering every fervent prayer-
The source of endless rainbows!
Knowing just what to do and when,
Every single time, right on time;
So shadow flowers may recur again,
And fruit so blushes at its prime.
And creepers know whence to creep,
As bunnies hop in fields of summer;
And Mole knows if he's in too deep,
While each early follows latecomer.
He espies the trailing fireflies,
Glamourizing all the summer nights;
And hears the many fatigued cries,
Of songbirds on southern flights.
He created magic of midnight stars,
And the long slow dance of the moon;
Oversaw our reigns of ancient tsars,
And commanded shadows at high noon!
That you are,
In the shades of a bulwark
Twilit by weakness when I demur,
You’re that (!) – Amor fati,
In the refusal of capriciousness,
As I create what I create.
I’m your pain,
And your redeemer,
Whether I strike in an impulse,
Or in delight, - you feel!
And you feel when I bog in your heart,
Or nuances of your soul’s verdure,
As my temple - is my will.
Your Amfortas, your Sandman,
A supreme spirit of Eros mystified,
Beneath time! Above incarnations,
As confessional, candid and kind,
You shed, I tear, you feel, I bear!
Both entering into the crossover
In a pentameter metaphor,
So it says; …and therefore
I knelt before your innocence and virtue,
A latecomer decorated in fragments,
A survivor of a cheering ballad…
Poignant and triumphant,
Alive, alive! No horns, or grails of fatality,
No death in stanzas, just a wish to end up
In a singularity. Then we are complete
In nothingness only clairvoyance could offer,
In prodigal manifestations of healthy humour,
Without deviations and slander judgments.
And all for a good measure of benign sense,
Even though a possessed “far and beyond”
Wonder, today, readily retires in silence.
Unexpected Prince The Charming
As a latecomer arrived
And was very much regretting
For the fact a little later. :-)
I was dead or maybe sleeping
But no more after he kissed me.
All the world have been forgotten
While my head was gently spinning.
Even after all his efforts
To convince me he is real
Still I often have some doubts
Every moment when can’t touch him.
Just remember ‘saw him smiling
And was seized at the second,
Not allowed to forget his
Sparkling eyes, lips so suggestive.
Since the night and still it here
Magic butterfly’s wings trembling
On the middle of my nose.
Not to blink, afraid of breathing.
26.02.2017
An
unplanned
after-thought-
oftimes spoilt
child,
a
favoured
benjamin-
or somtimes ,wild
child
Note :In Folk lore tales ! ...Lammas lamb,last or latecomer in a large family