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Simple neighbour but a potential predator
Images of a bad X-ray seen through hospitable beings
Every smile is perceived mischievous
Growing bad impression on constant good gestures
Evolving friendship nurtured by perceptions and preconceived ideas
Men in simple clothing but gangs in weary eyes
Entry and exit, emotionally been monitored
Neighbourhood so fine, painted red in the mind
Too trouble sensitive, leading to mental slavery
All pressurizing the unnecessary need for an extra guard
Living with dilated eyes and muscled limbs
In an environment preserved in tranquility
Takes the mind to a world of self torture, as it
Yields to the unfortunate fear of non-existent enemies.
Your chocolate teeth will be rotting you little cheeky devil
But I’ll take this mischievous ‘treat’ to a much higher level
Spike the candy bars with castor oil and laxative suspension
You’ll wish the loo was closer and for a surgical bowel extension
We’re brothers so I Won’t tell Daddy and Mommy why you excrete
So much but between you me and toilet paper we can share a secret
Can’t wait until Christmas to remind you in detail of all that crap
Of how the yummy stuff made you hurt and your guts on full tap
When explosions have finished and I’m praised for my care and concern
You’ll be relieved in two way because my sweet revenge is taciturn
30th October
It’s been 3 years since the low blow of nadirs
As we said hooroo to you..goodbye to our top guy
Still feeling...reeling from the pain
Of all the polished veneers of careers
Which is the best palimpsests of Test contests..conquests
The class...VIP pass..no glass ceiling
Why..has to be the insane arcane Shane gravy train
You know they’re in the hall of fame..like Elvis
When they just get called by their first name
Palpable fears cricket will never ever
Be quite the same game again
Cricketing Gods above showered their love.. on an upstart..
Who didn’t just play his part but resurrected
The respected but sadly neglected.. leg spin art
Vision of befuddling precision & derision lingers
The dawn of Warne
Muddling aplomb of his first ball against a Pom
Fingers flipped…it dipped..gripped..ripped
Nipped..skipped..clipped off stump
Leggy bomb….under the pump
Down in the dump chump
Plump Gatting slipped..pipped
We quipped..ill equipped..standing sentry for
The outstanding ball of the century
Shane twirled & quite simply
Changed the world of batting
Gandalf's celestial staff...walks the walk...talks the talk
On some extra terrestrial path
And at tother end..you're having a laugh..where
When there's then the zen
Of his old friend Glenn McGrath
Warnie’s masterplan of..flair…elan and despair
Devious...mischievous...had plenty of previous
Alright unfair trite slights about hair implants..highlights
Off the square delights…did revel with rare
On another level.. seedier devil may care flights
Done like a kipper by a ripper
Wannabe chipper skipper's flipper again
One of the game’s greatest readers & media feeder
Should've been.. hallowed.. not fallowed leader
Memories never wane of how
Shane did forever entertain
A whizz doing the biz with such fizz
Legendary larrikin of sin & spin
So let's ordain the Champagne
Campaign & Reign of Shane!
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The truth was out there, but pitiful you
forgot to read the fine print
It seems you misread all the signals,
but here is a slight hint,
just in case you are wondering . .
what you mean to me
Your heart is mischievous and cruel,
I’ve had enough of it
You break every rule
and -
you use fancy words as your safety net,
but some words
I can’t forget
I am done with you,
we are through!!
You keep me close to the earth
holding my hands together
A prisoner to my own worth,
tied to the darkness of never
I am suffocating
underneath your shirt
Your heart is mischievous and cruel,
I’ve had enough of it
You break every rule
and -
you use fancy words as your safety net,
but some words
I can’t forget
I am done with you,
we are through!!
DON"T come back to me
because now,
I am flying free
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A little Scribble
An exuberant falcon she is, isn’t she?
Being the aviator of my flight of thoughts.
Cares less she to heed, whenever in adoration, I
Do call her for a chat - she is a mischievous trickster.
Every time she dawdles, I give her a gentle prod;
For then, she arrives in ripples of reasoning,
Gleaming in reflections of my own contemplations.
Hues of insights kindle my mind’s spectrum as
I follow her to the unexplored layers of landscape - a
Journey for the moment - as we drift across the
Kaleidoscope of nature, when through seamless
Loops of thoughts, I crochet and disperse my ink
Meandering over dreamy mangroves of my mind.
Now she’s disappeared, but where’s she gone?
Oh, she can vanish in a flash like a lightning! - a
Playful penguin - it’s hard to grab her attention; the
Quick-witted queen of my boundless imagi-Nation, who
Refills my thought pot and sows fresh seeds of fancy.
Sometimes with her capricious flaps, she glides away
To coax her to stay back more is beyond my ability.
Upon the labyrinth of life, we travel together.
Voices of many a mind, whispering and rumbling,
We hear as we ponder on the vast sea of life. My
Xanadu of inspiration, when she appears out of nowhere.
Yes, she feeds my brief reveries with pearls of perception - a
Zealous advocate, she is, of my passionate ink.
They crest the white foam in perfect formation,
With purpose and strength they flap as they glide,
Fixated ahead in assured navigation,
Each trailing the other with nowhere to hide.
Then all of a sudden with no clear command,
They veer on some path and head for the sky,
Soaring the waves like a mischievous band,
Riding the thermals with a predatory eye.
No longer a pod but single torpedoes,
Spotting their quarry they launch with intent,
Diving at speed like rapacious mosquitoes,
To feast on that glimmering shoal now hell bent.
Again and again they dive to then surface,
Their sacks full of loot hidden from sight.
Transfixing, majestic, nature's true circus,
The curtain then falling as they once more take flight.
Florida's Pelicans, a marvelous sight,
Gregarious and cheeky with us so entwined,
Once hunted and culled as merely a blight,
Now in our hearts so fully enshrined.
The series "Despicable Me,"
we've flocked to theaters to see.
Wee minions--cute creatures--
and bad guys each features.
To all we respond with great glee.
I never dreamed five years ago
that I would soon dash to and fro
in search of these minions--
in children's opinions,
all treasures. How well I now know!
Some kids possess minions galore:
the one-eyed, the two-eyed, and more.
They giggle and jabber;
"BANANA," some blabber.
Their odd appeal, who could ignore?
My grandson's like other young boys.
For Christmas he craved minion toys.
His loved ones went shopping
for hours, not stopping
till we found gifts he now enjoys.
The minion-themed presents I gave
were puzzles, a cool talking Dave,
a pillow with three guys
with one or two huge eyes.
For these he did hug me and rave.
` I'm glad to say just one thing more:
Fart Blaster, I left at the store!
The child would have driven
me nuts if I'd given
him that thing; but Dave, I adore.
Date posted: February 23, 2016
The rhyming scheme of a limerick is aabba.
I remember
the curve in the small of his back
where I fit just right
and where my knees were cupped by his.
They say he’s aged now, tired, sad, silver in his hair
but, so have I, and know this
it was never the chiseled features of Adonis I sought
but that twinkle of eye,
never the perfection of legend
but a swagger of mischievous pride.
I remember
the way he looked at me
like he’d died and gone to heaven
the boom of his laughter, still rings in my mind
beside the hollow in his shoulder where my cheek fit.
They say he’s tired now worn down by time
but I won’t see it…I have memories and the light
I’m sure is still twinkling in his eyes.
Lord, thank you for this boy,
Who fed me and gave me a nice home;
Thank you for my good fate,
You didn't allow me to stay
With the street dogs and went on astray.
I am asking you to bless me and my little master,
To keep us both safe tonight,
And far from mischievous chiefs and intruders,
Pour upon us your Holy Spirit,
That we may both have a good night sleep.
As we both lay down on the cozy bed,
Give us a wonderful dream,
Dream........dream.......dream.. and dream,
Of that biggest bone which in my life I haven't yet seen,
And Lord, please save my loudest voice,
For tomorrow's duty of barking and guarding.
Note: The idea was conceived from a beautiful picture of a boy with his dog praying before going to bed. The picture was taken from the internet. They are so cute! From this poem where I created a short movie in memory of my dog, Saver.
Lake Natron
the story goes
a guy meets a woman, his friends know he really really likes her.
They wrote another friend of theirs to inform him of the happenings
they had been advise to tell the woman that another one of their
friends would really like to meet her and they often play this game with women.
Well the original guy takes the women on a vacation on the Amalfi Coast there
they dock and oranges and lemons are loaded onto there ship. The fragrance
enchants her. While on the boat a half bird and half woman creature perched on the ship and watched them as the kiss and embraced steering for the whole duration of there play. Then after an hour of steering the creature spoke. " o shall lake she us o no?" And then again the creature said "Si, shall stand us shall then be there?" After this the guy spoke and said what is your purpose: and the creature took to the skies and circled over head. Than in a passing sweep it grabbed the too and flew then miles and miles away. And when it had reached it's destiny it dropped them in to the lake. There they turned to stone. After turning them into stone the creature flew them back to where they had got the oranges and lemons. And placed in the garden. There for an eternity they shall stand that they refused not to love.
People do the bare minimum to spite others, often as a deliberate, calculated action designed to impose harm or send a message while expending any effort. This behavior acts as a form of punishment or emotional manipulation to hurt, or control.Hylia the Evil goddess did this to stop the people form loving one another and found these two were the source of humans conspiring to do other mischievous things to one another. Friends support not distort was the lesson she wished to teach.