Journey,
Hurry.
Driving,
Striving.
Hostels,
Portals.
Hold raft,
Hard graft.
Giant,
Tennant.
Blinded,
Blighted.
Circe,
Tricky.
Swine herd,
He heard.
Circe,
Sleepy.
Prophet,
Home set.
Hades,
Tight squeeze.
Converse,
Reverse.
Stop-off,
Gods’ shove.
Birth place,
White lace.
Suitors,
Looters.
Disguise;
My eyes.
Deceive,
Relieve.
Kill all,
Wife tall.
Freedom,
Kingdom.
Love will,
Prevail.
It’s rated R, but still we took
Our grandson to the show.
He isn’t quite 13, but he
Was hankering to go.
He’s up on his mythology
And smarter than a whip,
Plus his dad gave his approval,
Which allowed the scales to tip.
The movie was amazing
And the violence I’d feared
Wasn’t more than he could handle,
So my worries disappeared.
What a wonderful experience!
Not much can quite compare
With a cinematic wonder
Which, with Henry, we can share.
Let’s start with some rhyme..
I started the morning microdosing iced coffee
and scrolling the endless Internet sea
Similar to Odysseus’ travels in the Odyssey,
my sales were swelled by fashion amenities
and I was waylaid by sirens of curiosity
enough of THAT..
Ok, I have regrets. Last night I was talked into going to an after-party, when honestly, I was ready to go home. Why does Peter let me do that?
We were having enough fun where we were.
So, in this group of 10 or so, on foot, we tottered into an elegant restaurant where tiny plates that cost €40 held 4 actual bites of delicious food. We were sharing (with 1-3 other people). So, picking up the tab, I paid €400 and got what? Two bites?!
Still, with the energy of a club after midnight,
we finally got to the after-party and it was a delight
but with absolutely no food in sight.
Except two olives.
This morning I’m as ravenous as a Cyclops.
My order, placed early, would fill a triceratops.
For room service I’m toe-tappingly waiting
because the staff’s moving as fast as a Monet still-life painting.
.
.
A song for this:
Beauty and the Beast by Jump5
With two compasses,
I navigate the waters,
asking myself why
my friendship compass points North,
while my lovers piece points South.
To be authentic
is so very difficult.
Why do I accept
impostures and substitutes
in both myself and others?
After two marriages,
a lifetime of reflection,
alas, to be here,
admitting that I'm clueless,
or I'm just afraid of love.
I woke up on a rooftop watching rain clouds mold
A seagull wearing sunglasses whispered secrets dipped in gold
A vending machine hummed softly saying life will sometimes fold
While a robot on a skateboard swore the future favors the bold
Old posters on the alley walls muttered nothing stays too old
And a wandering saxophone released the notes it had to hold
A suitcase full of riddles claimed its truths were never sold
And a neon painted turtle kept the city from turning cold
My shadow high fived strangers every gesture smoothly rolled
While a mime in glowing sneakers warned that rules were meant to scold
I grabbed a cup of lightning felt its shiver as I hold
And watched my drifting thoughts get interviewed and slowly polled
Blessings rained like glitter every spark precisely doled
As the skylines massive heartbeat struck each second that it tolled
I stepped into a sunrise shaped by stories I once bowled
And walked through shifting timelines where my voice never pigeon holed
I wrote it all down laughing as the universe just strolled
Then signed my name beneath it leaving a legend fully scrolled
Across the way, I can replay
Scenes from the past, like a wandering day
Of hope and tenderness on the blue bus
Among riders, hurried but generous.
As such stars passed through Montana, eyes stared,
With nice young men, jobless, steeped in despair,
Yet, still the road offered joy and surprises,
Bright beaches beneath friendly sunrises.
Felt like an odyssey beaming with light,
And together we basked in shared delight.
An Indigenous man offered his lore
Of fertile wild land and truths we'd ignored.
There was such shared hope interspersed with pain,
Each mile a drumbeat, each gain our domain.
Please check The book from amazon / kindle,
NOTIFICATIONS FROM NIRVANA - ODYSSEY OF A DIGITALLY DISTRACTED DISCIPLE FROM SCROLL TO SOUL
Nolan seems to think world’s crazy,
Perhaps it is, and so silly,
Ticket craze all over,
Fanned has he a fever,
And what a journey, Odyssey!
____________________
Happenings |19.07.2025| funny, humour
Note: A film by Christopher Nolan, The Odyssey has become a craze not only in US but in India and all over. Folks buying tickets for a movie without even a trailer, and they are sold out in less than a minute, one must believe, to annoy those that would not get to see the movie maybe for 365 days!
Light and airy,
sparkling, bright!
That's the theme
to bring delight!
Sweet and tasty,
luscious too!
Choicest words
that ought to do!
Blithesome, rosy
full of glee
Loveliest
of poetry!
Sun kissed, moon blessed
Heavenly
Every line
an odyssey
Love and romance
Chivalry
Rhythms about
Love's destiny
Playful, dreamy
Whimsy lore
Heart's own quest:
Devote, adore!
Poets, readers
Loved ones, all
Listen to
the muse's call
Follow swiftly,
travel far
Lose yourself
Twirl on a star
Pretty, fancy
Dulcet chimes
You will find
in minstrel's rhymes.
Eileen Manassian
February 21, 2025
We blindly traverse life’s vicissitudes,
Upheavals and harmony
An odyssey in search of love,
Beauty, truth and happiness
Lamented in moments of sorrow
Euphoric in joyous bliss
Recorded in hours, days and years
Till hands of death bring to cease.
The book Odyssey symbolizes
Enduring loyalty, the passage of time
And the emotional power of reunions
It’s a bittersweet truth about life
Even in decay and hardship
Love and loyalty remain steadfast.
An amateur with art in her veins,
A portrait and palette to design dreams and pains.
Serendipitous ideas flood the gates,
An obsession mushrooms as fate curates.
Rekindling old fondness,
Crafting nuance with skillfulness.
From canvas to clinic, the journey unfolds,
Exploring dermal maps with a finesse untold.
bulbous eyes
bulging chest
perched on my screen
the ugliest thing
I’d ever seen
beat its wings abruptly
buzzing robustly
flew away
hamburger for highway
~ odyssey’s finale
In smoke and flames of mighty Apollo
T-minus fifteen seconds, engines on!
Oh, great ship of divine distance I saw go
when rocketeers on lunar ascent shone.
New Age Columbus kings voyage and realm
in your Saturn V rocket to the moon -
new worlds beyond and Earth men at the helm
when supersonic cracked its sonic boom.
I saw the face of Jupiter and Mars,
saw a golden eagle fly through deep space,
and saw Prometheus reach for the stars
with flag and footprint of the human race.
I raced home from school excitedly
and huddled the old stereogram radio -
the Eagle had landed in zero gravity
by the light of the Earth’s blue glow.
The flight of the zodiac did turn and burn
in lunar orbit out of the Milky Way -
to the moon and back I waited its return
on re-entry splashdown on the eighth day.
I saw the face of Jupiter and Mars,
saw a golden eagle fly through deep space,
and saw Prometheus reach for the stars
with flag and footprint of the human race.
Written: May 1992
June 04, 2024 For Anoucheka Gangabissoon Contest
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Thrilling explorations enlivened with adventure,
As my soul longs for a most special blue venture.
The indulgent warmth of the sun revitalized me,
Once having landed in this paradisiacal arcady.
Palm twigs drift in a gentle breeze,
Infinite stretches of exquisite white sand seas.
Crystal-clear waters define a sapphire-sand idyll,
Archipelago of high-quality atoll and island tidal.
The locals saluted me with such a wide smile,
Their warmth and compassion are a lifestyle.
Finding heaven filled me with immense pride,
Embraced by the breathtaking scenery to abide.
Weeks turned into months, and days went away,
As I danced beneath the sky, I felt freed to sway.
However, an enormous urge sprang from inside,
For the sake of my native nation and kin pride.
I finally reached a choice as time passed,
I started to obsess over my house, never stashed.
The island, however, will stay in my mind,
I retain them as a spiritual treasure left behind.
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