You'll need a vanity mirror..Is my current opine.' Mind you that might change.? As it
Goes.' I'm sure it will..Hold yet you will not
Forestall either it, nor desire, for all lies beyond our human will ' as eons present
And expand..Yet will perhaps; also expire.?
Sad Truth, this last century has been rough.
Remember when you were sought by poets,
and those who found you were revered.
Don’t you yearn to return to an age
when humanity proclaimed you with praise?
“Yes, those glory years when I was placed
upon pedestals and inscribed in stone.
But then they claimed I was contingent, and
everyone’s allowed to have their own –
that I had lied there ever was a Truth.”
“My twin, Beauty, now receives the glory,
and basks whenever poets opine
their lofty, transcendental thoughts.
But alas, everything and everyone
is now ‘beautiful’ – for it is far
easier to buy the cosmetics and
surgery to find her rather than toil
to unearth my deeply buried gems.
‘Congrats, dear Beauty!’ My loss is your gain,
I’ve faded away – but may come again.”
there was a young man who liked to opine
especially when he was out to dine
one evening it was said
a waitress bopped him on the head
and said stick it where the sun don’t shine
cold morning sunshine
no birds to opine
ice on blades of grass
is your love still mine
TRUMP DID CROSS THE LINE
ON REINER HE DID OPINE
A PATHETIC WHINE
Sometimes, I do opine
To secure, to establish my rights;
Peace is an eglantine,
Advising to cease the age-old fights.
We all become a pensive pendulum
Between human rights and pure peace;
This dilemma must, must be overcome;
We must, we need, we'll obtain bliss.
In the era of such decadence,
We need to claim our rights;
Still, bereft of over-confidence,
We can cease our prolonged fights.
We do, we do need an antidote;
What can it be then? What?
Let's not become a stupid scapegoat;
We must try none to hurt.
As long as we all do exist,
There must be both war and peace;
Ourselves we must restrain and resist;
Philanthropy brings us bliss.
Aristotle, doth he opine,
That parrots grow saucy with wine.
I can't help but think
He drove it to drink,
The source of its moral decline.
Tasks, by their very nature
are often painful to perform.
Polysyllabic pedantry exacerbates undertakings unnecessarily.
Strict contest-runners rate your
adherence to the stipulated norm.
Would Robert Frost perform feats
of wordplay? Or leave forsaken
such boring chores? I airily
dare opine this, for Keats,
is the road not taken.
Like rednecks have their gun,
and German shepherds have muzzles,
one posits, all too warily,
that poets need their fun:
like doing harmless crossword puzzles.
Cat-whipped
Apparently, our home’s, furry little empress,
knows well how to count: will not settle for
less, of her required treat-amount – 4 bits of Friskies,
her mandate, not mine,
before and after each organic dine --
almost out, today I tried 2~
followed a disturbing, guttural
whine – So, I gave her one more;
dissatisfied, continued to opine...
pointing directly toward the door –
Off I ran, feeling quite commanded
as if for criminal trial, Remanded!
Praying vociferously, yet open the store….
Her Majesty's proclamation~ a minimum of 4!!!!
Albert Einstein
did like to brashly on physics opine
but when told he could be so insensitive
he said, who cares, everything is relative
Feigned cusps of nothingness,
brass knobs holding the fireside,
life's amazement,
like an infant's emotion.
We should be confined to ourselves
too many others opine,
life becomes complicated enough,
shake the air that moment,
ditch the weathervanes,
learn to float.
Bitter winter.
Thief of warm pleasures.
Looming forever...and a cozy day.
No... please stay!
At least until you've had your say.
In your own frigid way.
Carried in shades of slate.
Against arid blue skyline.
This must be where love hides.
Until the spring thaw for which we opine.
When I looked into the mirror
Saw what I expected to see
But as soon as I got nearer
Saw the reflection wasn't me
Who was this stranger looking back
I didn't recognize the face
Everything seemed to be intact
But there was something out of place
This called for further inspection
But then I heard a voice opine
You still think I'm your reflection
Look again. I'm not yours, you're mine
Then he gave me a wicked grin
As he turned and walked out the door
I felt my head begin to spin
Now I'm a reflection no more
Prejudice, what a great saver of time!
Quicker to opine, facts not worth a dime,
The sheep in lead decides,
And all of the throng glides,
Reason nor rhyme, nor ever the right clime.
Why sea water would fool,
Though salty, feel so cool,
Why sour social media look a sweet lime.
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Happenings |17.12.2024|prejudice
One minute there's laughter-
the coming, there are tears
hearts full of love can easily
be twisted in confusion
a glance or
a passing word to another-
could be easily ignored
or can stab quickly
through the soul
it only takes one moment
to bear a decision-
that could either heal
or shatter what's at hand
so, opine twice before
diving into the sand-
each action that is made
is for a reason,
defining a path to pleasure
or leading to pain.
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