Seize the day!?Seize the day,!!?Seize the day!!!
Once I cried “carpe diem”—pluck each moment bright—
But now I know: no soul can truly seize the day;
We can but watch it vanish into night.
Time slips through grasping hands, in echoes vast,
Like memories we hoard—“This too shall pass.”
Before we sense its passing, a thousand moons have passed,
Leaving only footprints fading from the glass.
Open your heart—learn to forgive, let fractures mend.
Time won’t endure; only the love you send
Will bloom beyond your time—compassion, gentle, kind—
Impressions lasting long after days unwind.
We cannot hold on to time, nor merely let it fly.
Still, there’s so much waiting—for question, life, reply.
By living fully, learning wild and free,
From five years old to ninety-five, there's more to be.
As age ascends, keep wonder in your gaze,
Play games, try tastes untasted—let life amaze.
Gather with friends, sip joy’s sweet draft,
Find sunlight in the small, and laugh the hearty laugh.
I -Ninety Five was the catalyst,
all of it’s traffic so prominent.
That golden opportunity wished,
I-Ten is a brand new environment.
Harmony always seems to elude me
in a sea of loud noise and clutter.
Still a part of me’s linked to the city,
I was built on lime bread and butter.
Rudimentary train maps I dismissed,
I’m familiar with this urban pavement.
However there are things on my list
that I must have to truly feel content.
Palm trees accentuate the sea
and divulge coastal life with a stutter.
It’s a different life in the country,
but with change I don’t fall, I flutter.
Fond of stability with a bubbly twist,
I hold dear places with time spent.
Bouncing around longing to coexist
I’m a catcrobat, one hundred percent.
Gene Hackman has died and so has his wife.
After ninety-five years, Hackman lost his life.
Gene was a legend and he had plenty of fans.
Everybody knows that he was a talented man.
The last movie that he starred in was in 2004.
It's very sad that he chose not to act anymore.
Gene's death made his friends and family cry.
He perished and it was painful to say goodbye.
But when we go to Heaven, we'll see him again.
Gene was a skilled actor and a credit to all men.
[Dedicated to Gene Hackman (1930-2025) who was found dead on February 26, 2025]
OK, you got me, I admit,
ninety-five percent of life is sh**;
but, still, I am glad I'm alive
to experience the other five.
My hair grows much faster than most
You can ask my friends, teachers or ghost
If it is in a mohawk by breakfast it is at my shoulders at noon
I can usually stand on my locks in the mid-afternoon
My hair does not normally or usually grow exactly the same
God has blessed me with an unfathomable growing-hair mane
Sometimes it is ginger, curly with a wink of chestnut
Cutting it off at the roots and you will hear them “tut-tut”.
They are in charge of what my hair next will be.
Sometimes it is thin other times as thick as a fat chickadee
One time it grew straight and coarse like a horse’s tail
It was so long I stepped on it going out to get the mail
My locks are all woven into mats for the cat orphanage
I hear that when they get scroungy, they feed them to their pig
His name is Wilbur and he gets excited when he sees me arrive.
He has scarfed down mats made of my hair, I think ninety-five.
Ninety five degrees
standing poolside
on the wooden patio
in the backyard
orange Androsia print apron
hugging my torso
propane grill
propelling fumes
hot as a steamroom
at a suana
Tendered rib eyed
and porterhouse steaks
seasoned in high salt
like abstract paintings
brushed in A1 sauce
and finally
a side of
friench fried potatoes
spruced in liquid tomatoes
from the essence of my garden
served to my darling party guests
with a golden heart of culinary perfection
An Ohioan, born with the last name Driver,
she was an actor, but an author she was too.
She first appeared in the film “Splendor in the Grass.”
TV shows she would also often do.
However, she is best known for comedy.
Self-deprecating her comedy could be.
Crazy were her clothes, her hair, and her laugh.
She was a fan of plastic surgery!
She lived a good, long time – to ninety-five.
Six kids had she; two times she was a wife.
But it was her final live-in partner that
she claimed was the great love of her whole life.
BODY AILS … YET SPIRIT SOARS
You’d think I’d rattle when I walk,
I’ve pills of this and that.
Some make me feel even sicker,
others warned … make me fat.
Take “Viagra” for rare PH,
Lung-Heart rare illness pill.
Several for other organs, fact
one-third kidney’s … no thrill.
If, drink more water for kidney,
Heart Failure might affect.
Most minds tell folks, “breath”, with “Central
Apnea “ … mine forgets.
When stand, high-blood pressure drops low,
ninety-five / fifty five.
Body ails, yet spirit still soars,
grateful … I’m still alive!
Fact take twenty pills is is not bad,
gotta take to stay well.
But wonder, if Doc’s took these, they'd
feel better … or like -ell?
Won’t fuss about number of pills,
for this, and this, and that.
Thankful have all these, or I might,
just fall down dead … splat!
I have one thousand eyes
There are two on my head
Nine hundred ninety-five in my mind
Three of them are dead
Two see a screen
Ten see a light
Five see a glass
Moonshine or insight
I have two voices
One rests in my lungs
One covers my heart
Squeeze the ba-dum
One speaks so quiet
It is asked to speak up
One screams to the abyss
That it will never give up
I have six legs
Two lay so still
Two hold me up
Two aim to kill
Two legs find a ledge
Two eyes follow, stiff
One voice tells my conscious
"There is a cliff."
Palm trees are being blown out to sea today
In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and far away
Hurricane Idalia is making sure she is having her way
When we think of Florida we all must pray
Alligators are in hiding, the manatees too
Housewives have stopped cooking their beef stew
People are all running toward Interstate ninety-five.
Trying to escape so they can stay alive.
Away on the mountain
no fun, easy drive-
in great Colorado-
July, 'ninety-five.
Way up was so scary
with long, winding miles
that circled the mountain
and cut short our smiles.
The road was so narrow
no side rails on edge;
past times cars have fallen-
went right off the ledge!
Feet tall- fourteen thousand;
got cold by degrees.
At crest met a blizzard
that spun frigid breeze.
To gift store, ran quickly
bought warm Pikes Peak gear!
Amazed that a snowdrift
chilled summer that year!
Winters Solstice seems like a never-ending Earthly purgatory
The sun has taken less than more to a different story
It's January, the last true warmth my cold face can remember
It seems so infinitely long ago since that first week of November
This storm of feeling overcast is so unappealing
Ninety-five days more requires persevering
Its for the guaranteed promise of springs revealing
We stand tall against this dirt covered white gloom
She will eventually change from icy to a world in bloom
Not in nursery; in standard class one I got admission there
With elder brother I went to school till standard class three
For loquacious mockery I was beaten punitively by a teacher
After a week in fever when went there I felt fear of study
And in nineteen ninety five I changed to Islamic academy
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
14/11/2022
There once was a cat named Mr. Morgan
Who sipped his share of Kentucky bourbon
Sired ninety-five kittens
Said he's not forbidden
From abusing his sexual organ
I wouldn’t do that if I were you! She says.
Why not?
It’s a sin.
I have to keep my mouth straight.
She has been immersed in sin soup.
She sputters it when she speaks.
Everything is a sin.
Walking on a sidewalk crack is a sin.
Loving a man without being married to it is a sin.
I have to keep my face straight
Remembering that she does not know any better at ninety-five.
Frankly, I think her upbringing is a sin.
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