"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."
— Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene V
Some are born to crowns and gold,
With power strong and wealth untold.
Some will climb, with sweat and pain,
To carve their names and stake their claim.
And then there’s me—a simple bloke,
Who’d rather nap than wear a cloak.
Greatness came, it knocked, it screamed,
I locked the door—it must have dreamed.
For who would trade a peaceful life,
For throne-room squabbles, royal strife?
Give me books, a pint, some cheese—
Let others rule, I’ll take my ease.
So take your greatness, shove it far,
I’d rather be right where I are.
huh, wudidjasay...
a-tension... apprehension
~ no comprehension
Worker bee ant was sent to bake cakes in a kitchen.
I was assigned to poison ivy, so now I’m itch’n.
I wanted to switch, so I asked if she could.
No, I hate to bake, but compared to you, I am good.
I blamed my cousin who shares everything I say
A motormouth, he is a ding-a-ling most every day.
I lied and said the ivy was not so bad and asked to stay.
Worker bee ant knew better, so she laughed me away.
A billion dollar industry
With focus groups intent to see
Just what it is our pets might eat,
What tastes the best for meal and treats
What dogs might eat? Why do we care
When tasty bits from derrieres
Of woodland creatures on the ground,
By my sweet girl, are shortly found?
Thank goodness I don’t understand
Why deer poop seems to be so grand!
Were she not kept upon a leash
I’d never get her back, capeesh?
And then, returning from our walks,
She’d be remiss if she forgot
To thank me with a lick, a kiss
Affections that I short dismiss
I make her drink some water first
It’s always fresh to quench the thirst
My hope: the germs will take a swim;
Ensuing kiss won't be so grim.
a runaway train
blowing a warning
blasts me from my dream state
my heart is beating
as wildly as any antelope being eaten by a cheetah
I am weaker than a baby deer
wide awake for three hours
writing poetry which makes no sense
throwing my crumpled bruised words on the floor
My eyes begin to close so I wander back to my pillow
a tame zebra that belongs in a zoo begins to limp toward me
what am I going to do with it? I wonder. I do not even know what it eats.
The zebra opens his mouth and shows me vampire teeth
My concern turns to horror and I try to run
But I am pinned to my bed by a concrete gargoyle
Who is not allowing even my legs to move
I can feel my heart beating in a crazy weird way
I know the zebra is going to devour me.
But instead the gargoyle transmogrifies into a fire truck.
Gong. Gong. Gong. Gong. Gong.
I am late to work, no thanks to my husband
Who heard that stupid alarm going for twenty-three minutes.
Why didn’t you WAKE me up? I ask him.
Remember the time you had the dream about being a killer? He asks.
He still has a few scars.
Thanks but no thanks
I never said I wanted to re-live my child hood memory
in a country I was not born in.
For every little thing you do remind me of something
I already Went through.
Not even in a good way but in your insulting way like your ugliness.
Keep in mind your's was not any better than mines.
I had my fun in between but I had left that past at rest
just like my dead Godfather who was the only best.
Let's make you re-live you child hood will see what we will discover.
For you assume the world revolves around you.you really remind me of my sister.
For you are so much in to my life. Like a violation without invitation,
you even have the nerve to violate my son life.
once your bored doing that.you try to make it seem I was
Into yours but never will be.
You home wecked my family as if I home wecked yours.
only if I was that type of person. But yours are not in my vision future.so I didn't.
A friendly gesture person I am, who show a proper upbringing fake or real, it doesn't matter.for as long I am not like you that's the only thing that matters
Carl was tired of winter's sharp wars
Heartless and without love, even indoors
"I'm too old to shovel snow"
He bet everything ... woe
Rio de Janeiro he adores
16.02.2018
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Time is a teacher of patience, whose reward is wisdom.
by Daniel Turner
- Dancing Shoes, No Thanks -
For me to make a choice is easy
Freedom for my little toes
Not shiny or high heels
No catwalks or dance floor I seek
Sore toes and heels create nightmares
I choose the color red, just because it is cool
You can borrow my shoes for a day and two
So give them your time and give them your heart
No problem to walk mil after mil
It is the easiest thing
I doubted if you ever
would come back
28.08.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Dorian Gray came to me the other day
Offered to trade his portarit with one of mine
I politely refused and had this to say
Thank you, but I already have one that's fine
Everyday I do something really vile
It stares back at me with a most ugly face
Evil thoughts and deeds my mien with scars defile
Thank you, but my mirror does my conscience trace
~23 Jul 2016~
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NO THANKS
I had a short life but didn't think my fate
Would be ending up on a Thanksgiving plate
But I won't be giving thanks on this day for I'm not able
It's because I'm laid out on a Thanksgiving table
I'm not stupid as people have said
I had small pleasures like a scratch on my head
Though I never thought I'd end up dead
With my insides greatly over-filled
I've been dressed even though I've been killed
Love,
you can keep it,
it makes me feel sick.
It's not good,
it's an evil trick.
Just like playing on a ouija board,
it's not your dead relatives,
it's a dark overlord.
It's not when the wind finally ceases,
it's when it returns and violently increases.
I fell for its lure,
I fell for its charm,
it did me no good,
all it did was harm.
So, no thanks love,
I know the real you,
go show someone else
the wonders that you do.
This is not a ballroom
There is no dance for you tonight
I'm not looking for love
I'm looking for pleasure reading poetry
Sharing my thoughts and words
Listening and reading your words
Wipe your tears and clean your wounds
Share, the sun, the moon, the stars and the heaven
Gives a bit of myself to you who are suffering
It costs so little to me I give you comfort
Behind the dark clouds the sky is always blue
No orchestra plays for a dance
My ball shoes are old and the dress too small
Dance while you're young ...
By the way...
I will choose my own dance partner
And I like to dance barefoot..... :)
26.10.2013
A-L Andresen :)
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I’m just a girl…
who’s got a problem that can’t be solved
without everyone else getting involved
I don’t remember asking for permission
or even for advice
I know, I never requested you to take action
yet here I am, suffering for your interception
sometimes it’s not about you
yes.. that concept might be new
but my problems belong to me
to me and me alone
that’s just the way it has to be
I’d say I appreciate the sentiment
but honestly I’m getting quite sick of it
some things we just need to handle on our own
sometimes people just want to be left alone
if you have yet to catch my drift
please allow me to spell it
out for you
YOUR ASSISTANCE HAS BEEN REJECTED
I beg your efforts please be yielded
do now, cease and desist
or you’ll surly meet my fist
in ways less refined
as your help has now been officially declined.
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