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Wine Opera
When he found out that she was going
to divorce. He made an attempt to
ask the woman if someday s
they could
marry. She smiled and told him
marriage isn't what you might think
it is. He told her, married people
often exaggerate their marriage
by storing and exaggerating details
and covering up affairs and encounters,
so that, they can seem super, or Godlike.
Seeding dry places and praying for rain
can be quit zealotious,he told her, he would like
to define each word, and
create the understanding of the importance
of there togetherness. He didn't want children
and wished to marry her a be happy, sharing
there time together
with friends and family.
building and creating and loving.
She told him if it's Gods will I suppose
and again maybe I understand you, and you
wish to understand me by trying to succeed
at what my former couldn't. We better see if
you and I consorting before my devoice
is a breach of fidelity.
Courts oblivious, on blissful high,
Poor plaintiffs on a long wait die,
The system still stays put
On same age-old input,
Mothballed, the pending cases lie.
Perfection, a vague search,
Totter in wobbly lurch,
Load of cases on deathbed lie,
The price paid for delays sky-high.
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Happenings |11.05.2023| justice
Poet’s note: Research reveals that some of the oldest cases are pending for over 60 years, almost a lifetime of an average plaintiff. One might feel, a less than perfect justice is better than the perfect one that takes such a long time. A limerick here tends to lament the pathetic realities. One may note: to bring home its point a limerick tends to exaggerate and so need not be taken on the face value. This is the fourth in the series: Your slip is showing, Milord.
I do not play games
I tell the truth
It might hurt at first
But in the long run it hurts less than anything else
Some say I am abrupt
Others use other words to describe me
Honest? Not really. Trustworthy? Maybe a few
One thing I think they agree on. I try to always be fair.
That matters more to me than my delivery.
When you come out of a dressing room looking like a duck
Do not ask my opinion unless you really truly want it.
I will not make up things or exaggerate, but I will not tell lies either
Unless you are having a really bad day and you come out of the
dressing room looking like a duck from the back.
No.
Not even then.
You’re welcome.
7/12/17
For myself and other's sake
Working toward something great
Often I've been a dollar short and day too late
Go ahead and exaggerate
This you just can't duplicate
Did woman and man originate
From apes?
All across land and lakes
There to earn and take
Money to make
And put in a safe
Still on the chase
Picking up the the pace
As I accelerate
Barely touching the brakes
Pushing for first place
In any race
Can't let it all go to waste
From here to space
No time for fakes
And snakes
Get out of my face
You're B.S. I will not tolerate
Got to avoid leaving a trace
And catching a case
Sometimes I was filled with hate
It happened to dissipate
Or continued to accumulate
Made my own fair share of mistakes
With our without a rise in the stakes
I got many bruises and scrapes
Above, below and on either side of the gate
I need you to look me right in the eye
Tell me the truth from the heart and don’t try to lie
Give me the respect I deserve and don’t look away
If I don’t hear the answers I want then Ill be on my way
I just need an acknowledgement but don’t tell me a story that’s bizarre
How can we trust each other if we don’t know the truth of who we are
Give me an explanation of what happened, a reason for what you did
Tell me the whole story so we can some how just close the lid
Don’t exaggerate it just the facts where when how and why
Let this be part of our past so we can wave it goodbye
I just need an acknowledgement but don’t tell me a story that’s bizarre
How can we trust each other if we don’t know the truth of who we are
You hesitate because you don’t know how I’ll react or what I will do
If you’re forth coming to me then your soul will once again be true
Understand God is watching you from heaven above
Be honest with me and yourself and I’ll forgive you and you’ll have my love
I just need an acknowledgement but don’t tell me a story that’s bizarre
How can we trust each other if we don’t know the truth of who we are
Sacked from the Hilton after war with will warn felt lonely because all that had known me had shown me in my hour of need I only had my only no one took me seriously when stress became quite clear to see little bits of my stories listened to no depths though when I tried to say that they say it wasn’t true shrugged off that didn’t happen to you, I was confused and spoke events out of order, the boss and her boss abusing the porter, when I told my mum she went berserk sort your work problems out at work, and tell who? my boss and her boss and no HR, licensed freedom to go to far and they target me regardlessly now Johann and Cindy won’t speak up for me and that fat Helen is a total b.... mum and dad convinced I always wanted attention so when I told dad he believed I exaggerate the situation everyone I turned to in desperation showed me I’m worthless had worn their patience see my story isn’t simple, truth is I had no people, attention seek? never, I’m natural I act unconformed it’s not normal so you look at me it’s horrible, branded stupid selfish need to be punished, being the one is awful, singled out and shown a fool, centre of attention as the moron, what would I seek that for?
I have told this story before using metaphor, now straight truth no bull....
this poem is the start there's more straight up truth no metaphor,
Politicians are paid as a last resort
to attend the summit accomplishing nought
but flap their lips expose their gums
feed their face and fill their tums
all the hot air they expend
I don't exaggerate
discussing climate change in the end
will only exacerbate
the ongoing problem long-since forming
a future foreboding of global warming
for every page and pamphlet printed
put in the post or stuck on walls
about ecology and saving the woods
it seems to me yet another tree in the forest falls
and I believe for every drop of acid rain
a flower dies
somewhere under the darkest skies
a new-born baby cries
With apologies to; Ervin Drake, Irvin Graham, Jimmy Shirl & Al Stillman
It's straightforward enough to be the Cheshire Cat grinning.
A stroll in the park to smile when you're winning.
But when you find yourself irked and cursing the weather.
You're unconsciously encompassed by the Fundamental Attribution Error.
A theory purporting it's mostly all luck.
Like getting that pay rise, or our wedding ring stuck.
Carefully eluding unnecessary confrontation and hate.
Then declaring a million and one times you don't exaggerate.
Attempts to train the mind not to be bitter or pious.
A desperate evasion of this confirmation bias.
Blaming others for misfortune and ourselves for the good.
A rephrasing of stereotypes to see things as we should.
Whilst rejoicing achievements is admirable and just.
Take a second to pause, exhale, reflect if you must.
Content to live in the moment. This moment right here.
With freedom of cognition. With our mental pathways clear.
To be kind, where possible, in all circumstances.
A non-judgemental stranger throwing uplifting glances.
you cannot be a snake, mommy said
so I slithered under the dresser
proving that I could
what kind of snake would you be? daddy asked
he likes to humor me,
he is better at this than mommy
I am a cobra, I said, with a hiss
a slithering, sloppy, sneaky, snarling cobra
I added the alliteration so I could exaggerate their s sounds.
my grandmother said “let her be a snake”.
“A cobra,” I corrected her.
she is okay with being corrected.
“I do not like it,” said Mommy.
that made it even more exciting and fun.
Cobras like to consternate, confuse and confound.
I slithered away seeking a tasty mouse.
thrilled with my new role.
"FAKE" assertions unstoppably
bandied with beef,
(sans doughty deeds done dirt cheap)
courtesy of commander in chief
trumpeted as a way to backout,
embarrassment analogous to the thief
of Baghdad, when culpable faux pas
woe philly pops thought balloon of mine
reckons with transparent "good grief"
within mind of yours truly,
who finds himself dumbstruck
aghast, and shaking noggin with disbelief
how people can be so gullible
who would just as lief
eat a pin cushion to deliver strep throat relief.
First amendment teeter totters on brink
of dissolution mainly by the rat fink,
whose defamation against journalists
risking life and limb, yet not shrink
king enlightening liberal minded, who think
similar to myself, imposter
hood drums utter rubbish
while feeling teed off puttering
along Mar a Lago,
or another owned golf link
resorting to silence protesters
whisked off to the klink.
Distortions, (nee outright
blatant lies) saturate
social media platforms,
which followers didst rate
as their numero uno slate
supposedly reliable sources
harkening back to papa retaliate
Tory Bush prez administration,
regarding patrilineal shogunate
where Iraq summarily
targeted for crashing Kuwait
violating, jeopardizing, and
compromising vital oil, literate
folks suspected, that critical
lubricant mandatory to resonate
greasing western civilization
particularly self anointed great
super power USA, hence
alarmists didst exaggerate,
whose military intelligence
industrial leaders got irate
contracting complex projecting
global economy would vacillate
and, perhaps take Kamikaze nosedive
hence procrastination could not wait
demanding based on sketchy accusation
Saddam Hussein, and his ilk ultimate
harbored weapons of mass destruction
despite lack of distilled proof,
would severely truncate
nary a trace sniffed out,
nonetheless damn the torpedoes blitzed
in an effort to triangulate
miscreant running amuck
eventually met demise
with Bush Junior delivering
permanently placating tete a tete,
no matter dispensing top notch
fighting soldiers, whose strong
lifeless bloodied bodies remain prostate.