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Dad had left on urgent business,
something to do with a workers' dispute,
and Mum was at the next-door neighbour's
on one of her 'brief' visits.
Mary, the birthday boy's elder sister,
had just dished out the junkets.
Martin, known for his irascible fits, arrived late.
He started flicking blancmange around.
His main target was Aloysius,
though Jacob and Andreas got hit too.
At the head of the table someone looked sad,
trying to hide his tears, while smiling courageously.
Birthday boys do want their guests to be happy.
But then Calvin turned up, and started an argument.
His'dispute" with Martin soon turned vehement,
only to degenerate into a bawling match.
Girls on the sidelines started to giggle - nervously.
Karl, Jacob's distant cousin, was the last to arrive.
He said birthday parties were silly and tugged the tablecloth.
The din was hellish, enough to wake the dead.
The birthday boy shook his head and sighed.
"If only Dad and Mum were here."
The guests looked at him and grew silent,
some for shame, some in recognition,
mindful of what the birthday party was all about.
If I was a kitten
maybe I wouldn’t be so smitten
it’s as though I’ve been bitten
There is no chance
of romance
maybe under a different circumstance
Though it seems she was heaven sent
and I feel an urge to relent
it would likely lead me to repent
Don’t know why the attraction
am I looking for some sort of satisfaction
help me Lord to inaction
For I know not why there is this thing
leading me to ponder a fling
knowing it will only grief bring
Yet there it is this temptation
is it there as some sort of revelation
providing a piece of education
But alas with all my will
I bring a chill
to that part of me seeking a thrill
Andreas Simic©
She has been the twinkle in my eye
Since we were knee high
The girl next door
Who I love galore
With hair the color of straw
I have loved her since the first time I saw
The one for me
Can’t my parents see
You’re too young to engage
Is the advice so sage
But we’ve held hands for far too long
Our connection oh so strong
Playing house is no longer a game
I want her to take my name
We’ve talked a lot
About taking this shot
Since holding hands
In the stands
This is our last chance
For romance we said at the dance
We have a plan and some saving
Hoping there will be less raving
So we here are full of hope
As we head off to elope
Andreas Simic©
Dare to Compare Pen and Sword©
In days of lore a sword was held in hand
Not a vest strapped to a chest
Terror a very strong feeling of fear
How far this is to what Poets hold dear
In younger days terror was contained in a nightmare
Not a bomb or a threat carelessly sent everywhere
How different are they from you and I
Both looking upward into the sky
They have a mother and father too
Often than naught they don’t have a clue what
Their offspring is up to
We may write for many a reason
Though their cause is more likely to end in treason
All have feelings galore to share
Even if theirs seem like they don’t care
Here I sit and lament how another explosion to prevent
Looking for an answer that may be from higher up sent
So what is our role at times like this, is it to write about
Happiness and bliss or those that we will miss
Is it my task to ask you to ponder and pause
Or coach you into looking for another cause
Know that there is good in everyone whether you
Be a daughter or a son
So my request might be to pick up a pen to deliver your message
A passage or two to get you through to removing the vest from your chest
Andreas Simic©
Word Association 101©
Today’s word is G-R-A-T-I-T-U-D-E
Select the option you like best as there is no real solution, and this isn't a real test
So take a position, if it is not an imposition after all this is nothing but fiction, not a prediction
Leave your hesitation and caution at the door for and put the pedal to the floor
So without procrastination or introduction move trepidation to elation
Take the plunge it’s not a leap, for someone here will say throw this on a heap
It may be taken with affection or rejection and probably needs correction
But onward we go for somehow I must make this flow
Tick the right box if there is such a thing or give it your best fling
If you can’t think of anything
Gratitude is...
satisfaction___
appreciation___
creation___
Gratitude isn’t...
crude___
lewd___
or attitude___
Gratitude leads to...
fascination___
imagination___
intimate relations___
Gratitude may bring...
evolution___
re-action___
hug action___
Gratitude is for...
a job well done___
a rising sun___
that special someone___
Gratitude, let’s start a revolution that leads to emotion and a promotion
Gratitude, life’s gift that keeps on giving and a premonition in addition
Gratitude, for brothers and sisters and others too, pass it along for all to share because we really do care
Andreas Simic©
It was on a Sunday morning in the village where I stay
Out walking with my dog, I heard some pensioners say
Did you hear about the earthquake, it was somewhere in our State
No magnitude has ever been like it, it's impossible to relate
Quickly I headed home, to view this terrible news
Upon turning on the TV, I'm in horror at what my eyes now view
The awesome Golden Gate Bridge, against an azure bluey day
Lies broken, distorted and twisted, as if it's foundations had given way
The camera now focuses on the mainland, capturing plumes of choking black
Freeways lie twisted and contorted, trains running from their tracks
Gas lines spew throwers of flames, sirens resonate in blaring sound
What was level hours before, have dropped from it's original grounds
Many reporters are now on the scene, as they pan out across the blue
From the helicopter of CNN, Alcatraz disappears from their view
Slowly the island it sat on, as if by magic, now it has gone
Words are heard through the speakers, what the hells gone wrong
The daylight turns to black, a city lies in shreds
Memories of 1906, when three thousand plus were dead
All through the night, tremors came and went
Has history repeated itself, the San Andreas Serpent
I am awoken in the morning, having left the TV on
Panic stricken reporters screaming, most of San Francisco's gone
Where once stood a city, lie pillars of battered ruins
Deep gorges surround them, in bloodied scattered strewn
There's a break in the programme, it's from Yellowstone National Park
The land is starting to rise, incredible is the remark
Geysers that once flowed often, have receded in their shower
Are we about to witness, another of her powers
Back to the CNN studios, more footage of the morning
Towering inferno's in sickened tears, the clock, the warning
I fall to my knees in remembrance of the date
It's December the 21st, has earth met it's fate
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Geology, the science of the earth,
elucidates the intricacies of
creation of continents and opening of oceans,
explores the complex framework
of the multilayered deep interior,
and unravels the enigmatic structure
of the mighty mountains,
deciphers from the fossils,
the evolutionary trends of life.
The arcane aspects of earth’s ancient architecture,
imprinted in the petrified rock strata,
enunciate the 4.5 billion year history of the planet.
My expertise as a geologist
lies in the study of rock structures,
that ascertain the deformation pattern,
consequential to the interplay of tectonic forces,
drifting the evolving continents,
forming the changing montage of mountain chains,
like the old Caledonia and the young Himalaya,
and creating earthquake-causing seismic faults,
like in the Saint Andreas and in the Anatolia.
A piece of rock is not just
a chunk of ordinary stale stone to me,
the lattice of the entwined minerals
enumerates the lyrical anecdote
of the eventful eons of the earth,
motivates me with poetic passion,
as I unfold the mysteries of the blue planet.
Life is indeed an incredible journey
when I was young I grew up in a different place
that place was the cause of many wars
When we left there, I was a mere child and
it was to allow us children the opportunity
for a better life and a chance for normalcy
Yet learning a new language, being ostracized
feeling the pain of being different and carrying
the stigma of being a foreigner was a heavy burden
And were all part of the process of assimilation
of fitting in, of being like everyone else
oft a painful journey both physically and mentally
Years of being different, melding to become the same
and so over time you blend in, the differences becoming
less stark, day by day, year by year
Then as if by magic you are one of them
you graduate high school and college and get a job
you have children, own a home and a standing in the community
You realize that there comes a time to forgive
forgive your parents for taking you from your old home
where you knew who you were and looked like everyone else
Forgive the other kids that bullied you and made you feel unwanted
for they were kids being kids and didn’t know any other way
to accept someone from someplace else
Forgive yourself for feeling the way you did towards them
for in the end we all learn, learn to adapt, learn about acceptance
and learn to forgive.
Andreas Simic©
The Other Woman in My Life
There are two women in my life now; I don’t know how it happened,
It was as though one day I awoke to notice her in my life
They are as different as night and day,
The first is mature with short brunette hair and
The second is sassy with long blonde locks
The first is not built like the second, more sturdy and rounder than
The second who is slim and slender with those shapely legs
Though I absolutely love the first
It is the second that makes my heart race
Each day the first makes sure that I eat my breakfast and fusses over me
The second seems to barely notice that I am alive
Every day the first woman tends to my every need from laundry to dinner
The second woman seems to take me for granted as though there were others like me.
The first greets and hugs me after a long hard day
The second simply walks away.
Some day when I am older than thirteen
I will have to tell Mom about that other teen
The one that takes my breath away and makes me want to stay after school
Is the one that I seem to have in every vivid dream
So sorry mom for my big rush
I’m in a hurry to work on my crush.
The unknown teenager
Andreas Simic©
oscillating back and forth
head tilting from leeward and windward
an abstract puzzling my imperial gaze
a Van Gogh in waiting
perchance a reflection illuminated
in broad mesmerizing strokes
some tantalizing insightfulness
else a superficial escapade
do the color menageries
stray my mindfulness or hold attention
each vivid hue enlightenment
to soothe & provide enrichment
is my inspiration desperation
to find meaning in the simpleton
gravitating and oscillating
between beauty and gargoyles
does incredulous creativity scare me
or woo me into submissiveness
the artist plying servitude
into mine cavernous cavities
Alan Scales’ exhibit of
Turquoise Abstract Landscape II
provides fodder for my mind
to exponentially explode
Andreas Simic©