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O thou so fair fragrant flower Jasmine,
Ye love to live with stars, with them to go
And falling on the ground well before dawn,
Ye love nights, in moon’s silver light to glow.
The monsoon’s rain-filled cloudy sky ye like,
To blossom and be with the Harvest Moon,
Together ye play life-long malady
With moon to blossom, in its tune fade soon.
O princess Parijaat in previous life,
In love wert thou with the radiant Sun
Who thwarted thee, what life-shattering strife!
And ever since far off from sun ye run.
A divine tree, thou wert brought down to Earth
By Krishna to please Rukminee, his queen,
Used art thou to heavenly home and hearth,
To cool climes far from sun and so serene.
Utter silence of night be what ye love,
Quiet ye blossom, fuss-less falling down…
To me seems thy life’s sole reality,
As shy fragrant flowers art thou renown
To thy private life ye like non one’s let--
Possibly why ye fall down before dawn
To blossom only after sun has set,
Before sun rises again, thou art gone.
Perhaps, aware of thy love, Harvest Moon,
Smitten by thy captivating beauty,
Might have opted to rise in glorious bloom,
Both find it fair to fade ere sun’s entry.
Bare beauty be the litmus of thy life,
A single wrinkle ye can’t bear on face,
Slowly to blossom and slowly to shrink
Perhaps never be thy life’s preferred pace.
The heavenly grand damsel Urvashi,
Used to relax watching thy rare allure
Enhanced by thy ruddy umbilicus,
She’d sigh, not being endowed with such lure.
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Ode | 02.03.2026 | flower, fragrant, moon, night, love, sun
Not much about Goldilocks is really well known,
Except she liked to hang out in the woods all alone.
Of other customs and habits we have just a splintering:
She was whiney, persnickety,
And obviously skillful at breaking and entering.
No deadbolt or burglar alarm could defy her.
A common criminal, then, is how history should try her.
The three bears, that morning, had gone outside to forage
For sweet berries and nuts they could add to their porridge.
On returning, they found this young girl in their bed,
And their first misconception was that she was dead.
Since she also was human, they were somewhat afraid,
But after looking around at the mess she had made,
They debated the question of how they should treat her,
Then took a quick family vote and opted to eat her.
Now, bears are opportunistic, don't adhere to the letter,
And when it comes to cuisine, "haute's"* not necessarily better.
These three had had Muslim, a Mormon, a Christian, a Jew,
And a Tibetan monk, just to mention a few.
But they couldn't care less for religious perversity,
When it came to free food, they were all for diversity.
What they weren't quite sure of was how this one they'd render,
Or was she naturally tender because of her gender?
So heed this warning all squatters, all beakers and enterers,
Before invading the space of homeowners or renterers.
Beware lest your miscreant action finagles a sad end,
Like our heroine,
Who never dreamed, I'll be bound,
She would ever be found with three bears chowing down,
Complementing their porridge with Goldilocks and bagels.
*As in "haute cuisine" (pronounced "oat kwee-zeen"), French for "fine dining".
Do I need normal shoes equipped with cleats?
I’m not as steady as I used to be.
The town in which I live has narrow streets: ...
So where’s this poem going? Bear with me!
I’ve always had an eye for pretty girls.
Polite and non-aggressive, if I spied
a fetching face, or shoulders draped in curls,
I used to cross the street. Once on her side,
I wouldn’t pester, leer, or be a pain:
I’d walk on by, not try for conversation.
My face a mask of diffident disdain,
I’d let her dominate the situation.
She’d probably ignore me (often did):
but what if there’s a question? Way to go!
She’s looking for a store that’s selling squid,
or just a joint to grab a cup of Joe!
Striking up a friendship on the hop –
it sometimes works in movies, so it can’t
be fiction! I could steer her to the shop,
all charm and bumble – humbly Hugh Grant!
You never know your luck. A great romance
could flourish for a self-asserting hero!
but though I offered Cupid half a chance,
it never happened once. I’m batting zero.
And now, back to the narrow-streeted city,
whose sidewalks are beyond an urban joke.
We need some kind of citizens’ committee:
the grouting’s gone, the slabs are old and broke,
and cars encroach upon them when they park.
I told you I’m no longer twinkle-toed.
It’s safer (and not merely after dark)
to walk right down the middle of the road!
The other day, I realised I’m old.
I shunned the sidewalk, barbers’ shops and churches
to stride where sandals score a sounder hold,
and grandpa’s feet can get a better purchase.
The flagstones to my right gave up a treat:
a lovely woman – no, in fact – a wonder!
I didn’t shift position in the street,
and Fate could not create a tryst. I shunned her!
The road felt good: I opted for the same,
the surface safe and welcoming and slick:
I chose security and felt no shame,
the asphalt more appealing than the chick!
The young are prone to blithely say, “Time’s on my side,”
but youth’s no promise one will long on Earth abide.
“He died too soon,” we say beside a young one’s grave
and ponder why God opted not his life to save.
Those who have not achieved all they desire in life
sometimes blame others~~even God~~for pain and strife.
Let’s flip the coin. Are we convinced that we deserve
all blessings we receive? Do we have that much nerve?
God’s ways are not our ways; we cannot think like Him,*
but we must trust he doesn’t merely act on whim.
(*Isaiah 55:8)
His Word assures He loves us; this, we must believe
and have deep faith He’ll comfort us each time we grieve.
When we depart this shell of clay, we’ll clearly see
what we now view as through a glass dark as can be.”
(I Corin. 13:2, the Apostle Paul)
A lovely oaken doorway
in an old creaky shop;
I stepped through one day
and saw a bunny hop.
A sleeping faun
lay upon a rock,
in hours, predawn
he wore a red frock.
By his side lay golden panpipes;
the daisies had lulled him to sleep.
his hair was red and yellow striped
and to his side, I did creep.
Should I awake the little lad?
I wondered as I stared at him;
if I did, would he be mad?
The result might be rather grim.
He had to be about six or seven,
a cute young thing, snoozing sweet.
Did danger lurk here, was my question,
something perhaps, he couldn’t defeat?
I opted to awake the lad
and tapped him on his furry shoulder.
Introducing myself as Shad,
I smiled with, ever generous fervor.
I told him that I was a friend,
my hand he shook quite eagerly.
His tiny finger did southwards wend,
I followed him quite speedily.
He took me to his cavern where
I met his whole faun family.
They fed me the most scrumptious fare
better than at any human’s eatery.
I had come, to Kriniocland
a place beyond the human realm
The fauns told me of things so grand
with amazing things, I was overwhelmed.
In Kriniocland, the flowers sing
and stones undulate when they breathe
the trees in greenwoods feed off fairy rings
shielding roots within their wreaths.
Some golden panpipes, I was given
and taken to where I had entered in.
When I arrived home it was half-past eleven;
I was sad to leave that magical glen.
The best bit of advice I can give for free,
To those who from anger and or frustration cannot break free,
That may set them free.
If you never let others know how you really feel,
You will only ever feel like a heel,
And there will be few chances for you to heal.
A case in point,
To prove my point,
My pretty young neighbor has been having a tough time of it,
Not coping well, and I have been asked to help with it,
And with her two young boys I am also it,
In the absence of a Father who has opted out of it,
I am the only it.
In the process of my being it,
Our personal lives came into it.
And as a result of it,
We started to talk about it.
And this is a conversation that resulted from it.
Pretty young neighbor:
"I can't give you sex but I can give you a hug"
The pretty young neighbor gives him a hug.
The one who is it:
"I was not asking for sex but I can't pretend I had not thought about it"
Pretty Young neighbor,
"But I am the same age as your daughters" as we parted.
A text a little while later from the one who is it.
To the the pretty young neighbor.
Did not want to make you feel awkward but true friendship deserves total Honesty.
I am still it,
For as long as she still needs an it,
And we have an unlikely friendship,
That is a good fit,
That will hopefully last long after she needs me as an it.
Things could have ended differently for both,
If emotions had been kept hidden,
Stifling talk about it,
With no way to fix it.
he looked at the gun double barreled and lean
but it was an old water pistol from his childhood
the rope around his neck had become a bunjee
and he bounced between floor boards and ceiling
the stove was a joke and fueled by laughing gas
so he giggled his epitaph and refused to inhale
Jesus had parted the waters so drowning was out
the coarse sand in his throat only made him vomit
should have filled the car tank when he had money
the garden hose was therefore absolved from misuse
an overdose of emotions failed to find rational ground
he was a loser caught between harmony and despair
‘all odds are against me and that is the story of my life’
disconnected out of control and unbearably empty
he found some old bubble gum in his treasure chest
chewed calmly and tasted cinnamon and cotton wool
‘misperception’ he cursed as the chew candy dissolved
‘should have opted for gobstoppers when I still had a choice’
‘life sucks and boiled sweets are distastefully overrated’
not fit for purpose as he failed to choke and surrender
he had be so preoccupied that he had failed to notice
a single rose that his friend had draped on the pine tree
evergreen and potent ‘maybe I barked up the wrong tree’
a heart in its bark reminded him that there was love after all
07th August 2020
I'll never forget the date, the nineteenth of November
It's etched firmly in my mind, and I'll always remember
It was the day that I had my spinal decompression surgery
And hopefully it would put an end to over a year of misery.
I was struggling to walk, and it was depressing for me
And it was especially frustrating for all my close family
I couldn't go cycling or for walks in the countryside
I just wanted to stay at home and from the world hide.
My journey started with physio, but exercise caused me pain
And I couldn't help but wonder if I'd ever be the same again
My MRI scan showed trapped nerves at the base of my spine
I opted for surgery and the surgeon reassured me I'd be fine.
I arrived at the hospital and was under the care of a surgeon
A renowned Consultant Spinal Neurosurgeon, Mr Faizul Hassan
They put surgical socks on me, along with a hospital gown
Then a porter arrived at nine o'clock to take me down.
They put a mask on my face and then I went to sleep
And it was a quarter to one when I was woken by a beep
A nurse then asked me if I wanted a drink of water
And I thought I'm having an op, maybe I'll have it later.
But I'd had my operation, and I didn't feel any leg or back pain
I was so relieved I'd had it done and I could live normally again
The porter took me back to ward one and the nurses were there
It is their kindness I'll never forget and their excellent care.
And all the surgeons too who performed my operation
They've given me my life back; for them I'm full of admiration
And all the porters, admin staff and auxiliary nurses too
They all play a vital part in making dreams come true.
I'm recovering at home now and post op I've got slight pain
I'm so glad to have had it done; I have plenty to gain
My three daughters and my wife are now looking after me
And I consider myself lucky to have such a caring family.
In a fortnight I've got to have staples removed from my back
Then my back won't feel so stiff, and I'll soon be back on track
And I've got to take it easy for a few months and watch what I do
No heavy lifting of any kind and in six weeks return for a review.
Written on the 23rd November 2023
Dedicated to all the staff at the Royal Orthopaedic Hospital in Birmingham. UK.
From the Desk of
the President of
Pro Rassling Show LLC.
AS of 2-14-26 a deal between the company WiffleBall Earth and the Pro Rassling Show LLC. has been completed. As of 6;49 eastern standard time. A buyout of WiffleBall Earth has merged the two compaanies. The new Company will own 88 % of the exsisting company with the Board of Directer to own 22%. The deal gives the Pro Wrestling Guild a seat on the board of Directers with full voting rights. A contractaul qrik has been installed that could divide that seat into two and would give each person full voting rights(a tie breaker or permantant seat). The Board of Directers have opted to be in verse of the current conditions and the stae of the exsisting compnay.
Therfore as of todayall champions who were champions will still be champions, therechallengers and there ranking are now questionable . The monority independant companies who own minority share within our exsiting company have a 18 percent ownership of the Board of Directers stock this gives them the largest ownership of a the companies that comprise of entity. there fore. The Pro-Chore Organization that operates completly independant of our recognized company will have a Championship recognized within the framework of our exsiting programming. Ther "One World World Title" will be changed into the "One EarthLeague World Championship keeping it's World Champioship staatus and the rich history of there champions.Lucritive Dealings Inc. which is the companies name within the All-Pro Media Co. Will recognize the Company Championship which had been defuncted within the Pro Rassling ShowLLC. company. As of now the assets of Pro Media Usa, And Tall-Tales of International ( a media group) will recognize eur-Asia and Atlantic Pacfic South American Tagteam Wrestling. And the Oceans Indain and Pacfic Championships. The All Atalantic Region will now have a trophy instead of a Title at the request of the new Company. As of &:00 the Tile which had represented the company will no longer recognize it's champion as champion the number one contender will now carry the trophy and the Tile has be defuncted.
Signed the President
I heard about Wisconsin Dells for years
My husband dislikes traveling, so I opted to go
Spur of the moment with three teenage girls and two munchkins
the munchkins were also girls, about nine
One was mine; the other one belonged to a stranger
I was amazed they let me take her five hours from Chicago
But this was back in the day when strangers trusted each other
I booked a room, and off we flew; I was driving like a maniac
When we arrived, I collapsed next to the motel pool; I wanted to nap
“Missy!” a strange man was yelling at the other nine-year-old
that nine-year-old took off toward the man, I gave chase.
He had been her daddy’s best man
Now I knew napping was not going to happen
Wisconsin Dells has everything to do and we did it all
I spent eight-hundred-and-ninety-five dollars in three days
It was worth it; we came home on five dollars.