Sorry, again, what did you say?
This phrase is now a part of me!
Their patience now is growing thin.
Please answer and repeat loudly.
But still, this does not help at times;
volume is not the only cause.
The consonants and vowels seem
to blur and make my hearing pause.
I've been to all of them, no luck-
Audiologists and ENTs.
Tried hearing aids paired with my phone.
Just left to pay outlandish fees.
Those hearing aids don't conquer this!
To say they do is just a joke.
I smile and then pretend to hear;
accept that my antenna's broke.
SPECULATIVE TENDENCIES
metaphorically
abstracts
cast
eternally
discontented
as figures
of
existence
restless
perpetual
characteristics
so
fantastically
outlandish
by
long
established
usage
inexplicable
baffling
&
incomprehensible
in
detailed
realities
I think I’ll sit here a while
The ground could vanish
Say something outlandish
And I’d stay right here
And not move a muscle
This is my bench
It’s perfectly crafted
Devoid of any stench
I made it myself
Catered to me
It’s quiet and peaceful
Or at least it seems to be
The wood is all mine
I can trace with my finger
All the little lines of age
I’m glued to this bench
Is what I will tell you
When they ask me for something
Give me a task to do
I’ll stay right here
Until the day starts anew
Dear Ancient Well,
what can your wisdom
possibly tell
about that marble guy
for whom every lady
her soul would likely sell?
Upon them he'd cast a spell,
turning their bodies into cold stone,
a crystal clear marble
reflecting the skies above.
"Oh dear, my love,
I'm bound to say farewell,
for I, forever and ever,
will belong to hell."
That's what he'd always tell
right after casting his spell
beside his beloved ancient well.
A twisted tale,
picturing a lad
so cold and yet so frail:
his gaze so unfazed,
yet his clothes quite jaded.
"How could someone not fail
in the attempt to rescue me
from my own mental jail?"
Many answers had yet to be found,
for he was still trapped and question-bound:
"Where is the love of my life?
Someone who'll succeed
to make my cry,
and smile
and feel alive?"
"Is it that outlandish,
for this marble heart of mine,
to desire a rainbow princess as a bride?
Sweet and pink in her attire,
though with a demeanour so wild,
she’d fight against all odds
to stay by my side,
knowing, deep inside her heart,
that she'll never expire."
At the age of sixty five he was accepted for employment
at a business dispatching organic, non hybrid, heirloom seeds
His specific duties found him in the garden
preparing soil, planting out pulling weeds
The tools that were used would sometimes seem to vanish
No matter where he searched unable to locate them, so outlandish !!
When the owner of the business found the tools that were required
" you've only had a boys look " a frustrated comment she uttered in despair
He could have replied , it's the only way I know, 'cause I'm not a girl
your remarks are discrimination and totally unfair
Instead he accepted her response as an accolade
I only had a boys look 'cause I wish to remain forever young
There are many situations where words have intensive connotations
Just be careful how you utilise your tongue
You must inhabit a piece of art
really roll it upon your tongue
every detail, please tear it apart
you truly cannot go wrong
on a tray rearrange life's fabric
feel free to rip, fold and scrunch
by the end it feels quite a neat trick
a delightful mouthful just before lunch
check out colour, line and angle
scratch at it with a fingernail
abstraction becomes revealing tangle
poetic flow a cosmic sail
decorate freely with garnish
intersperse spice and oil
don't worry about being outlandish
(and best results appear when on the boil)
do make sure it's all organic
it's an essential part of the meal
diners should ideally their lips lick
salivating about all that they'll feel
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Sure, she’s a bit bawdy but loads of fun
at the old folk’s home, she makes men run
we other women like to see the males flee
then we can get prissy for afternoon tea
she scares me says an old coot named Jed
opinioned and bossy, agrees my cousin Ned
her ideas are outlandish said another male
Giggles waft out of the sunroom; we all love Gale.
Poetry Misunderstood
Instrumental music flows through me
Coffee is soothing
Writing poetry is therapeutic
I didn’t invent the pen
Mind racing, document waves perspective
A melody journey
Paper writer purity
For we are misunderstood
Deep thinkers
Limitless potential
Creative sculptures
Vision absurdities
Ink bleeding
Candles burning
Beautiful scenery
Pictures travel photography
Paint a master piece
Heaven hues with golden shades
Many colors ablaze
Outlandish vast array
The love of poetry
Write a short story
Document your own journey
Sink loftily into the night
Mysteries on every page
From ground to high sky
birds fill break of day with song
feathered hymns rejoice—
dawn chorus of wing and will
call all to join nature's voice
Magpie's carolling
ignites dawn with fluted bells
welcoming chorale
in day-break's cathedral dome
joyous songs of devotion
Willie Wagtail struts
tail flicks like a metronome
swagger in each step—
black-and-white little soldier
stakes claim to place of its own
Grey Fantail arc skits
with tail flits like restless fan
chaos ensemble—
air itself shakes in the dance
with its frantic flight patterns
Superb Fairy-wren
courageous, blatantly bold
blazes bright in blue—
outlandish flare on green leaves
with its beauty turned to dare
Eastern Whip-bird cracks
the lash to rouse sleepy heads
who missed the alarm
stumbled wobbly out of bed—
hoping no one would notice
The Welcome Swallow
adept aerial maestro—
dazzles watching throngs
with its acrobatic stunts
snatching at insects mid-flight
Soft like velvet roses,
strong as surgical steel.
Clamor from the inside,
never to be mangled.
The afterclap of untied.
Soft like velvet roses,
be tender when you touch.
Thorns are not delicate,
they grow larger with time.
Baseline reigns elegant.
Soft like velvet roses
raging in thunderstorms.
Perfect dichotomy,
passion is rarely clean.
A gift laudatory.
Soft like velvet roses,
a match for toying cheeks.
An outlandish display
for the world to look on.
Love’s a timeless bouquet.
We live not inland, but on the beach,
where splashing waves and sand crabs reach.
So, we style the place we dwell Outland,
where people's ears are filled with sand.
Like English, our cuisine is blandish,
but our languish is Outlandish.
Memory like thirst
Every urge a first
How I remember thinking
wet sin
Red silk pink ribbon
You manage a word
Yes .
Embraced first kiss
Outlandish desire
Pulling harder
Whimpers first
Kiss turns worst
Now there
Sweet
Drips pouring down sheets
I came to watch
As ideas from thoughts
Turn hands low
Shh.. I know
The Reich is
on the rise.
Implementing
Project 2025.
Time to focus
in reality.
Time to seek out
Commonality.
The ANGELS
stopped singing.
The alarm bells
are ringing.
Trump has
Destroyed
democracy.
With his
Outlandish
Prophecy.
A true blue
Narcissist.
It could be
Deadly if
you resist.
The deportation
of Americans.
Plucking them off
the streets
in Maryland.
The rich eating
the poor.
Until there
are no more.
America's great
Empire crumbles.
He keeps on yapping,
Mumble Jumble.
A sad time to
Live in the US of A.
It is painful to,
WATCH IT DECAY.
Turbo1904 ?
Tricia has far-out outlandish ideas
You will not like her my friend Mable said
She is not like us, she is different, odd.
I keep my mouth shut.
I have already gotten to know Tricia.
She has the same ideas I do.
I decide to drop Mable
She was not much fun anyway
Tell me a story starting with, “So there I was….”
Something spicy out of thin air just because.
These are the best kind of stories I have heard over the years.
Make it a humorous spiral from belly laughs to tears.
Do not let facts interfere with a delightful story, not tonight.
Put on a smile and tell a tale where imagination takes flight.
Take me on a glorious journey to catch a fleeting dream.
The narrative can be wildly outlandish or extreme.
The plot can be out there, crazy, or even insane.
Tell me a story please, I need a distraction from the pain.
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