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Cow-dung cakes getting sold in a blink,
So it seems in India one may think.
Duly gift-wrapped and given,
To get with someone even,
Pretty sweet revenge proves with that stink!
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Online shopping seems to have taken India by storm that would include even cow-dung cakes-- one of the most currently popular gifts ordered—often with a request to gift-wrap before delivered. And stocks run out, an eight piece package may cost up to 400 rupees. Hope, I won't get one for this ditty.
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Happenings | 08.03.2017 |
I was hiding in the shadows,
he didn't see me there.
I watched him kiss her lips,
And stroke her long dark hair.
The body language was sure,
There was no reason left to doubt.
He was cheating on me,
And I had just found out.
I was left dumbstruck, but I remembered,
He was going out each day and night.
But he always fed me excuses,
I chose to accept instead of fight.
Keeping a calm mind and body,
Refusing to unhinge,
I'll stay focused and strong,
While I plan my sweet revenge.
10 years of love and marriage,
It now seemed such a waste,
To have married this sorry loser,
I will leave him post-haste.
I will take all the money,
As you probably already knew,
The cars, the gold, the house,
And the boat, which was new.
I will get some satisfaction,
Although I may be sad and blue.
I will move on with my own life,
With a man that is true.
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
Opus Mysticus
Let us enter... and be silent.
My insanity hangs on the wall with all the other Van Goghs.
Sleeping snugly between semen stained sheets
and saliva creased pillow cases.
Inundations and vivid remembrances
of days dead and hours traumatized.
You and the skinny one behind the wheel.
Whistling depressing dirges in D minor.
Your vituperative Mein Kampf of the ages!
She lifted her skirt and unzipped my soul!
Young children bathing in the quagmire of Eden.
Bellerophone on Pegasus riding through Hell's Kitchen
in the upper east side.
My problems are but pinned butterflies
quasi-embalmed in glass cases
seeking in futile
the sweet revenge of past indignations.
Where are they now?
The artists of Transcript Necco?
Of Zoot Horn Rollo?
They're down on the dark city streets
off in dark scummy alleys
jamming till the lights go out.
Elucidations.
Proclivities.
Paragons.
Intense disaffections.
She lifted her skirt and unzipped my soul!
His longing eyes turn to the skies
He hopes for long due miracle.
The peacock's dance denies the drought,
his only foe.. his obstacle.
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She hands the card to yet one more
And watches boats along the bay
How suited to these changing times
Is human's modern waterway!
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His worn out hands come up again
And this time, nothing. Status Quo.
He sighs and jumps into the blue..
If one must live, the other go.
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Dripping, not so far away..
Unheeded taps cry mugs of tears.
"A drop, a life." they seem to say..
"We shall pay back the worst of your fears".
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And under the shades of mighty sea
A storm is brewing, slow but strong.
Each wasted droplet sings a song..
A song of fate for those who wrong.
She makes her way, her raging waves
destroy what dares to cross her path.
The tides have turned.. but now's too late
For sweet revenge.. our Nature's wrath.
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I am so screaming bloody MURDERrrrr!!!!!!!!
catch that Poet Destroyer!! (grr, grr, grrrrrr)
She took my turtle sweetie
then said he tasted salty
Well what did she expect?
She is now my prime suspect!
Gone now is my turtle lovey-poo...
and I'm left crying boo-hoo-hoo
I'm plotting now my sweet revenge
for my love's death I will avenge
Watch out, pd I'm watching you
oh! the pain--your turn to stew!!
Did you know sea turtles shed tears?
Were you not moved when they appeared?
What did you do to the shell?
Did you sell it, do pray tell...
my heart is really breaking, b-r-e-a-k-i-n-g
were you the one who did the chopping??
Did his bones go crunch, crunch, crunch?
who else did the munch, munch, munch?
Thanks to you I shall never see him smile,
never see him again swim in style.
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Huh? Who is this crawling towards me??
none other than my turtle honey!?!
What? You mean turtle news got it wrong?
You mean, they messed up all along?
pd wasn't cooking you at all? and not Soup?
So you're telling me I've been duped??
But I know they said she was eating turtles!!
Devouring them in between chortles!!
popping them in her mouth like candy
then chasing them down with shandy!
Oh. OH. OHhhhhhhh.
well why didn't anybody tell me earlier?
now I have to say sorry to p. destroyer??
Ok, ok, I'll be the bigger turtle and apologize.
Sorry so sorry pd, I didn't realize...
You were eating Chocolate turtles, the pecan kind
*blush* *blush* teeheehee, spare me some, if you don't mind??
August 3, 2010 written for pd's turtle soup contest
ahaha a bit long-winded sorry I didn't know
where this would take me, had fun though,,,,
+ Linda-Marie I hope you don't mind, I just had to
take from your honey poo & use "poo" as well
for my own turtle-poo ;) lol too cute
A vengeful eye for an eye
but mind you, to avenge yourself
ain't easy as apple pie
Indeed a punch for a punch
or invite your foe
for a delicious
malicious lunch
to dish out nasty retribution,
yet revenge is a dish
best served cold!
But a tooth for a tooth
will it actually soothe?
A horrid scowl for an irate pout
you scream coz she did shout!
Ah, that biting desire for sweet revenge
On the mind it can bitterly scavenge!
Sweet it might seem, sweet at first feel
but it's really more sour than an orange peel.
Then there's the danger of meting out in excess
There's a need to don self-control's harness.
One may try to spread retaliation evenly
on the slice of his arch enemy
Rat-a-tat tat on his door
for some payback tit for tat?
To chuck out all plots and thoughts of seething revenge
poses for man at times the greatest challenge.
Is it then so natural for this human brat
to cherish and relish a tit for tat?
But if so many of your chores complain of your negligence
you might as well put off too, all desire for vengeance.
Any wish for poetic justice, spit it out in poetry
Harbor no yearnings for getting even
except maybe in virtual reality.
Ah, alas as Jesus's humble way to offer the other cheek
is for ordinary man perhaps a task too docile and meek.
I say to you lets take a walk...to laugh...to chill...and simply talk.
Let’s start heading across the rocks...and go beneath the streets of Rome.
Let us take a break from our feet...down a path right beneath quaint streets,
This is the place where all roads meet...where I’m meaner than Al Capone,
And I could simply make this easy...but your mind will not be blown.
You’ll never see your children grown.
For I thought you was my best friend, but for now you will face your end,
You’re heading there out of your sin...to no light...no love...or cell-phones.
You’ll dwell in torment forever, birds of feather flock together,
In this hall there is no weather, the only echoes are your own,
You’ll rot in disgust and your shameful heart will always be alone.
My love for you...I will condone.
With such greed life karma prevails...and in darkness your bones’ll dwell.
Doesn’t matter how loud you yell...no one will hear that high pitched tone.
I vent all of my frustrations...without any hesitations,
After my retaliation...of this sweet revenge I will prone.
After kicking you in the face...what’s this...is it bodily foam..?
So un-brick the bricks to the dome!
And I don’t care if your legs hurt...for this is how you made it work,
You built your tomb under a church...right beneath its’ big golden throne.
Now behind the mortar you cry...and no one can bade their goodbyes.
My friend...you used to smile so wise...who smiles now as the other moans..?
You love what you can’t have...life...I’m done...revenge has proudly shone.
You’ll die behind the wall of stone.
All of your hate and jealousy...is buried with greed and envy,
You’ll fade from earth as unworthy...right beneath other dried up bones.
Here’s my remorse...wait a minute...clear my nose...on the wall I spit,
Your ego fits nicely here...I’m starting to like your new home.
I’ll let you be with a marker...that I have engraved out of chrome.
“The center of the catacombs”.
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The form is Trochaic Octameter
Iambic pentameter serves as the substitute.
The determination in my eyes
says don't mess with my time
to brilliantly shine and to rise
keeping my focus on the prize
with no one causing my demise
I will keep my self contained rage
coursing deep inside my veins
To unsheath my sword on that day
when my enemies will have to pay
battle hardened with strategy in play
To live or die for the cause I ride
because
my warrior spirit I can not hide
gathering my soldiers on my side
Mounting our horses saddled to deride
my opponents who can not fight
An intellect beyond their comprehension
A wind at our backs igniting confusion
Their victory song will be an illusion
The smell of sucess will be a delusion
My plan of attack is right now in motion
Sweet revenge is my bottled potion
Drop your swords my unrighteous foes
Off with your heads are my righteous blows
Bodies piled to be picked apart by crows
With these slaughtering fields I will gloat
I'm a warrior with my strength to show
Very feminine yet extremely deadly, woah!
(My true God is a rightous warrior and
taught me to be a warrior too)
I saw her once beneath the city lights,
A siren cloaked in velvet nights.
She moved like poetry, soft and slow,
With eyes that knew the world below.
She turned me down in younger days,
I wore the silence like a maze.
Thought love had cursed me, left me bare,
While she danced freely without care.
But time—oh time, the painter sly—
Draws lines where roses used to lie.
And years passed like a whispered sin,
Until that night on 13th and Linn.
She stood alone, the crowd passed through,
Her glow now lost in morning dew.
The spark had dimmed, her aura gray,
As twilight stole the light away.
Her voice was low, her posture bent,
Her face—a canvas, beauty spent.
A queen dethroned by choices made,
The cost of glory's fleeting trade.
I felt no pride, no sweet revenge,
Just solemn awe at time's revenge.
And in her gaze, a haunted sea—
Of all the things she could not be.
We both had learned what youth forgets:
That fame is fire, and beauty debts.
And chasing ghosts will only find,
Illusions left in mirrors blind.
So here’s to all who shine too fast,
Burn bright, then fade into the past.
In her twilight, I saw the truth—
That every rose must face its root.