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But tell my friend, you must have moved a lot.
Oh sure, I’ve been in a constant journey:
To a beggar for a few biscuits bought,
With a child thrilled as if with a trophy,
On pilgrimage, or in some wishing wells,
In temples, helping with a layman’s faith,
A rupee coin many a tall wall scales,
In constant motion, often out of breath,
And still, my life was truly well its worth
As measured by how useful really is,
High birth nor ever large acres of girth…
The note’s eyes were nigh moistened hearing this.
As I woke, thoughts took me to my childhood--
What pennies and pies could give-- thrill so good!
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Sonnet | 29.07.2025 | money, journey
Note: Pennies and pies: a rupee then had 64 old paisa, and each of which fetched three pies, and they all ran a long distance for me, every single pie was valued, which today even a rupee fails to fetch. Today’s paisa (all the hundred of them) is accounted for only by accountants on paper. Two-thousand rupee note no more in currency.
Sudden illness and a nurse
it is Saturday, the air has a whiff of spring
and I was too tired to go to the bakery
to get my, one a week Danish Pastry
It was a week when my wife ended up in
hospital, I knew what was wrong with her
but I was overruled by the health doctor
In the evening, as I was having a glass of wine
and a forbidden cigarette on the balcony
prepared for a calm evening, a knock on
the door of the unwanted.
A couple related to my wife came to visit
her at the hospital (I think my wife rang)
the female half of the couple who sees herself
as a nurse, stepped in, took my wife home
and fed her herbal tea, gluten-free biscuits
and soothing words.
the male part of the duo, knew, like me
not to make any comment
They were feeling great their holidays had
been fruitful saving my wife and left, as they were going abroad for some assignment
I thought how great it is to be a savior if there is no repeat.
I'm glad to say my wife had a calm night
The following day began with a dilemma
my card had run out, and they had sent me
a new card where I used to live, and managed
to blame me, I took a taxi, the clever people said
I could have taken a bus I did not comment.
The teller at the bank is a big black lady who has
the mien of disagreement with my person
when she got up to go into the back, where
the money is stored, I noticed she has a bum
every bit as big as the famous woman called Kardashian.
The day, thereafter the garage called
the bill
for the repair more than I thought, on Monday
if my card has not arrived, I will have to go
back to the bank and the lady with the big bum
I have waited for so long to share this impromptu song, I have created it myself, the day when I heard that my mother was dead; I am still trying to process it, but I cannot see where the story fits;I was twelve and my brother was fifteen, three years separate us apart and the day she died my entire world came apart.
She was all that I had to keep me for being, sad and the call that she made when she was on that date was the biggest mistake that she had ever made. It was easy for them to trace the call and find her location abroad, I didn’t know that was the last time I was going to speak to her or I would have told her that I loved her and my heart would be at ease.
Everything happens so fast and here I am exiled in the dark, living in a strange country estrange from the royal family, and the people that I love so dear cannot take the time to celebrate my signature line with me. Everyone is busy and they cannot adjust their schedule to join me.
Here I am all alone celebrating the games anniversary without a crown; I wish my mother was around she would have driven out all the fear and smile; she was so bold and I loved having her around, but now I am a grown man but every time I think about her it makes my spirit sad my heart starts yearning for thee.
I have tried not to think about it, and I kept wondering why Paparazzi did it, I have a strong inclination to open up the case to put the conspire to bed and reveal the truth of how my mother died .
Was the accident meant for her or was it meant for the company that was with her, it was arrange and the probe was not in vain but the act of adultery in broad day light would have ended in a sacrifice. I still cannot see were the story fits, pull the puzzle apart and shine the light into the dark.
I can still see the procession moving along and my brother and I walking behind the horse driven casket; how much that memory haunts me and tarnishes my childhood prosperity .If I had to make one wish that would be to see her alive again and I would thank her for making that heartfelt sacrifice.
I have composed this Impromptu song and I want the royal family to sing it with me, to erase Dina's painful memory.
I have never gotten over it and mercy has spared me from going over the cliff. Tell my father to come and see me and have biscuits and tea with me.
"There is nothing to fear, except the persistent refusal to find out the truth." Dorothy Thompson
In the middle of the dark night
Even in his heart, fear gripped the knight
There's a killer loose eating cereal
Whose dead by a killer serial
We escaped to a private isle
I asked my girl to walk down the aisle
There we stayed at a fancy inn
But mostly we stayed close and in
My fianceé has a lovely scent
And doesn't mind, I don't have a cent
As we wile away a long hour
With dreams of one day much being ours
She's making fluffy biscuits of flour
Through the window, view of a flower
As she unties her apron knot
To go outside, asking why not
The cereal killer has an oar
She's seeing a clump of iron ore
The serial killer spies him
Decides to sing a happy hymn
Suddenly the cereal killer does hear
A loud, sudden move over here
The splitting of the oar of fir
As the cereal killer hits with a fur
OR
I could go on and not end
But since we stayed snuggled and in
I have run out of lies to tell
Or maybe need to write a long tale
Contest: Homophone Rhyme
Sponsor: Hat Bueckert
Date written: 10/23/2022
Oreo and the seer
Oreo was deep in thought one morning about Leo the neighbourhood bully stealing his food. How does he let himself into the house by sneaking in some way or other when I’m not looking?
Instantly he remembers Snitch the Seer.
Snitch was a wise old lion who lived in the neighbourhood. He was famous for foretelling the future and advised folk on how to go about their business. In exchange for his wisdom, he expected a tasty treat.
So, Oreo went along to see Snitch. Snitch was busy sorting his cozy little corner he has on a desk for clients.
“Ah, it’s you Oreo, how can I help today”
Oreo didn’t waste any time he quickly took out some biscuits and handed them to Snitch.
“thankyou” said Snitch.
“Well Leo keeps stealing my food, I don’t know when Leo will try to come for my food again. Can you help. I don’t know how he gets in.
Snitch put on his tin hat and closed his eyes for a moment and stood up holding a wooden spoon.
“Leo is going to sneak in with the food delivery today, but be careful he is going to hide in the shadows until you walk away from your bowl”.
Oreo didn’t waste a minute he left Snitch and went and hid in a corner waiting for the food delivery.
Sure, enough there was Leo sneaking in. He was hiding in the delivery bag. Oreo could see his head hanging out.
Oreo quickly jumps and grabs him and battles with Leo; there was a lot of biting and punching. They were fighting in the doorway and into the chair in the room. There was a lot of dust flying, but Oreo wins. Then drags Leo out of the house and Leo falls on the door mat. Oreo quickly closes the door.
Then drags Leo out of the house and Leo falls on the door mat. Oreo quickly closes the door.
Little Oreo was pleased with Seer Snitches advice and had a lovely evening eating his food and relaxing.
Oh, the way you touch me!
Shivers down my spine as your firm
but loving grip sends my neck into frenzy
As you pull me to the ground, I willingly submit.
We roll, entwined, on the grass.
Your teeth, locked in steel jaw force,
sink further into my skin, I wince.
You release.
Your growl bespeaks your passion
and I growl in return, confirming our love.
Afterwards, as we shared your bone and
you drank from my water bowl
as I drank from yours,
I knew then, that we would be together forever,
dreaming of hydrants and balls and
biscuits and puppies of our own.
I love you!
Cottonmouth, dirty south
Mustard biscuits, shut my mouth
Down the Gulf of Mexico
Running down Casino Row
Through the miles of slot machines
Making music, chasing dreams
How far I'm going, I don't know
Ain't time to go I'm on a roll
Mississippi, Mississippi bound
Just a little place I call my home
I'm cornhood, wildwood, backwoods
Mississippi bound, y'all come on down
I can sing and play guitar
I sell myself from bar to bar
New songs, ancient rythyms
Pretty girls, go and get ?em
Young bucks, rap cats
Rednecks and white trash
Blackwater, summer breeze
Kiss the ground, I'm on my knees
Mississippi, Mississippi bound
Just a little place I call my home
I'm cornhood, wildwood, backwoods
Mississippi bound, y'all come on down
Yazoo Bayou
I tell you a thing or two
Tripping on a starfish
Someone boiling crawfish
Shrimp boats, break of day
Shining on Biloxi Bay
There is no concept of time
A Mississippi state of mind
Mississippi, Mississippi bound
Just a little place I call my home
I'm cornhood, wildwood, backwoods
Mississippi bound, y'all come on down
Mississippi bound, y'all come on down
Mississippi bound, y'all come on down
I'll see you around
©2005.
Motion wandering aimless with tender images,
shifting perception seeming to know the passages.
In this intimate trust of this sanctuary being all fair,
fields of flowers painting the landscape so bare.
The road between felt like a Camino of sensation,
moonlight during day in gentle hues of motion.
Taking me to the windmill of slow gesture,
sensing that I have been here before for sure.
Coffee and biscuits on the stoop table prepared,
no one here and I am thirsty and so dared.
The coffee just perfect with foamed milk,
those cookies melted dunking like chocolate silk.
Pondering the reality about in this dream,
created by love compassion the perfect seem.
Is that some melody of love that swells through?
or is my mind absorbed by a particular pursue.
Some truth without form and wave of stillness,
the modesty of a sacred river that I witness.
The seeming mystery gives birth to remember,
whispers of joy and sleepless soul splendor.
Revealing the lovers secret by image kind,
echoes of dreams and plural of the mind.
I hear the kettle blowing from another world,
the smell of coffee through the air gently whirled.
And there you are holding the immortality of love,
and the chemistry of the heart thereof.
2025.2.1
My big happy family 1st reunion.
Today, Saturday, is the 4th day of CNY.
It is a bit late to gather and to celebrate.
Can't help it though, since most members,
Worked during the weekdays.
Great grandma, grandmas, mothers and fathers, all
Sisters and brothers, including the in-law.
Aunties and Uncles, nephew, nieces and cousins
And their girl and boy friends.
Grand children and great grandchildren,
One of them was even 'bun in oven'.
So many of them.
Even from Europe joined through Face Time.
All was here to greet each other,
Delivered the best wishes and congratulations.
They dressed in their best outfit.
Red packets, Angpows and Lixi,
Danced across the room to reach the children.
They were happy and could get rich from receiving money.
Most of us sat in the lounge room,
Few worked in the kitchen,
To prepare the special New Year treats,
All the food has no meat.,
Everyone happy to share the munching moment.
Lot of biscuits, lollies and sweets,
Wrapped in well wishes plastic.
They were placed in the hexagon container, disappeared bit by bit.
It was the atmosphere that I enjoyed most, today.
I think it was same for all others,
It was hard to tell when we shall meet again.
Happy Chinese New Year,
Keep on practicing the tradition.
Continue on sharing the happy family reunion.
Good luck and good bye.
Forward... for those of you rather younger than I, Soylent Green was a movie in which overpopulation was reduced by making people into biscuits... yes really!
SOYLENT RED
It’s dark and it’s drizzling
The burgers are sizzling
We’re toasting the baps in the grill
No creature was injured
For Ted couldn’t be cured
The virus had made him too ill
And once he was panting
And ceaselessly ranting
His sister conducted the kill
We skinned him then rinsed him
Then auntie Maud minced him
But then at the door, the old bill
He stood in our porch
with his baton and torch
And that was the end of that copper
Before we could carve him
We needed to halve him
Which Benjamin did with his chopper
The world now unclean
Full of horrors obscene
With no cure for this human blight
So we off them and scoff them
But two don’t come often
So no-one goes hungry tonight