what is wriggling under my bare foot?
oh goodie a wasp
hooray hooray
in the bedroom on my carpeting
lovely
I used a piece of cardboard and flipped it outside onto the porch
my puppy went after it
another life lesson for him
May we be reminded by ducks…
about our capability…
something we humans desperately need
call it a lesson in humility…
When we think we are the superior to ducks…
we need to stop and ask ourselves why…
It’s true we can both swim and walk…
but only one of us can fly.
May we be blessed to understand
one of the most important lessons of life
that is perhaps the farthest reaching:
How as children or parents
we should never stop our learning
because life…
will never stop its teaching.
AN ALLEGORICAL MATH LESSON
(Rational And Irrational Numbers)
1.
Rational numbers,
And irrational numbers,
Teach many lessons:
Allegorical lessons,
On the living of our lives:-
2.
We must live rationally;
Living irrationally sucks:
Swallowing life’s goals:-
That teasing “pie in the sky”,
Must be assessed by squaring
With God’s sage divine wisdom,
And His repeating guidance:-
3.
Thus, always strive to be
In logical reasoning
With ourselves, and with others:-
With deception all wiped out,
And all wrong things put aside,
Always seek to do what’s right:-
Three sisters; Faith, Hope, Charity and me
were swimming naked in the moonlight
all together in a sea of tranquility
when gravity threw Hope across the water
it really shouldn't oughta
as that left Faith, Charity and I
but Faith departed can't think why
perhaps because three's a crowd
yet Charity remained unbowed
so to her I gave a tender kiss
not thinking it would be amiss
the slap she handed me it burned
seems it was all much too soon
and on that night the lesson learned
I may as well kiss the moon
I am grateful I learned this lesson early…
that travels with me everywhere….
People, instead of caring about how much I know….
would much rather like to know how much I care.
Gullible I am
Gullible I will always be
Been burnt many a time
Lesson learnt….No Siree!
Soft hearted, trusting
Is who I am
Will I ever change
Lesson learnt…No Ma’am!
You cannot make work everything as per your plans
As there is already a roadmap
You cannot fix all the misunderstandings
As there is already a home built for trust issues
Don't put efforts to make undesired connections
As connections are not for long lasting
Follow mindfulness
As karma is real which hits in its way
Make a habit of smiling
As that is the only expression to live a tough life
Learn to let go of things
As they are not permanent in temporary world
The flying lesson
White as a shroud, the virtual paper in front of me
I wanted to record my first flight in a Dakota plane
Inside, the aircraft looked like a bus, reaching under
my seat for the parachute, the steward said
there wasn't, but he handed me boiled sweets which
I didn't eat in case it was a drug keeping us
asleep, that made sense since many were drunk
Turbulence, like driving on a badly maintained
country road, I threw up in a paper bag
The plane landed in Sweden, and the flight had taken
less than an hour
Nonchalant, I walked across the grey tarmac, gave
my passport to an official who stamped it
here comes a seasoned traveler
What doesn't reflect happy styles?
When people rely on their wiles
With hearts in our work
We won't have to smirk
But wear an abundance of smiles
He taught me how to wield
the weapon made of words—
a blade that kills,
now saving lives,
like it once saved mine.
My own work
pulled me back from the edge.
And in it,
he lives—
my teacher,
the man behind the lines.
Words—
once carved deep in the mind—
outlive the flesh,
outlast the hands
that once shaped them.
His words stopped me
from falling
to the hundred voices
that came to kill.
They caught my train
just in time
as I stood on tracks
with no will to run.
He never held me,
never came near.
But light can shine
without a hand,
and grace can guide
a demon back
from its final breath.
He never said : “Stay.”
He never said : “Don’t die.”
He simply lived
in such a way
that I believed—
perhaps, this world
can be heaven
for someone.
And that was enough
to make me see
the hell I’d made
and the rat I’d been,
crawling through tunnels
thinking no one
ever looked down
with love.
You never told me how to live,
never gave me rules
or handed me a book on the right way to be.
But somehow,
you taught me more than anyone else.
Not with speeches or guidance,
but with the way you show up—
no questions asked,
just a presence that makes everything
feel less heavy.
Even when we’re both quiet,
there’s something comforting
about the silence you bring.
Like it's okay not to fill it with anything.
You didn’t teach me to smile when I wasn’t ready,
but you made it easier to find laughter
in the wreckage of a bad day.
You didn’t try to fix me,
but you reminded me
that broken doesn’t mean beyond repair.
That there’s a way forward
even when it feels like the world is stuck.
You held space
for all my mess,
for my doubts,
my long silences,
my failed attempts to explain
the weight I couldn’t carry alone.
You made it okay to be unpolished,
to be human,
without needing to make sense of it.
I didn’t need your advice
to understand what you gave me—
the quiet confidence
that no matter how tangled things got,
I’d find my way,
with you beside me
through it all.
Monuments went up commemorating the end of World War II
It wasn't so long ago in Europe, their scars still show ~
A long and vicious war with horrific consequences
So much to rebuild but it was the dawn of a new day
Surely mankind had learned its lessons
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I tried to take something off your plate,
That was a huge mistake.
Honestly, sorry for what I ate,
Now there is no way to replace.
Trying to find a compromise,
I honestly want to apologize.
Truthfully, can’t decide,
Do I deserve to die?
The whole time, I was just along for the ride.
Got me staring at the sky
Questioning is my brain working fine,
I tried to brush it to the side,
But now it doesn’t want to hide.
Maybe it was the wrong place, wrong time.
Did I learn my lesson?
Well now I’m second-guessing
I just want to know what’s the message.
Honestly why am I stressing,
Hoping for a blessing,
Steady checking
When I didn’t even have the weapon.
Not one thought of aggressing
Is it time for me to do some reassessing?
Or will I just be regressing?
I sit here with the truth oppressed,
Wearing guilt across my chest
In this silence I’m a mess
All I wanted to do was my best.
It's over for him, I'm done his mind.
I'll always be apart of his heart, and still he remains kind.
Ignoring change will only make things strange.
We are binding, just now it's with and in a different range.
Never forgetting our story, all you taught me .
Each and every single, moment or glory.
Times of bliss and feelings that felt gory.
It hurts a little, no , it actually hurts a lot.
But I smile, as I'm grateful for everyone, and everything
I've got.
Thank you for a life, for a love which once seemed impossible. Cherishing all I have learnt from you,
Making my future self unstoppable.
Love from
A broken heart
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