You’d scream at the kids
“It rots your brain!
STOP with the electronics!”
And the kids would hate you
But they’d put the cell
Phones down
In bed on your phone
I left my laptop behind
Approached you
Sat beside you
“How about I leave my laptop
You leave your phone
And we hold each other
Maybe kiss a little?”
“No. I’m tired.” And you'd go back
Into your phone
I don’t scream at the kids
I prep dinner for when
They come back
And there’s a little hope in me
That maybe Maybe one day
You’ll comeback, too.
People still talk about war and peace,
But time’s come to talk of war and piece,
To pieces that turns life,
To shambles, utter strife,
And still, would war mania ever cease?
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Happenings |01.03.2022| war, peace
Poet’s note: We know, war victories are pyrrhic and the victor and the vanquished both suffer. Yet, that does not stop any war-mongering. What suicide is for an individual, to the armies at war is no less suicidal. This war between Russia and Ukraine that might pull in others would have wide ranging repercussions all over the world.
Her eyes lightened the darkness of my hopelessness,
something about its softness pulsated.
Oh, what a prize,
my dear be mine.
I stared at her gently moving pupils hopeful,
to catch her gracious, precious attention.
But as our eyes locked, her consort arrived,
which solidified that she won't ever be mine.
Will there ever be a time when,
I can see such beauty again?
Short-lived dreams and,
pyrrhic triumphs.
- Ansar
28/02/21
MY PYRRHIC TRIP
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I Had Planned this Trip for Years and Years
Not Enough Longevity, Was My Haunting Fears
But Sure Enough the Time Arrived to Go
Gonna Ramble, Gamble and Catch the Shows
Off to Vegas, I Can Hear the Casinos Calling
Wad of Cash, Gas in the Benz, No More Stalling
I Studied the Ins N Outs of the Games of Chance
Developed a System, My Fortune Soon to Enhance
I Was onto Something, a Bulletproof Scheme
Hundred Percent Fool Proof, a Gamblers Dream
Initiated My Plan Just a Dribble at the Commence
Winnings Mounted, Creating an Air of Suspense
The Crowds Gathered, Shouting Hip Hooray
Taking the Casinos Money, Making Them Pay
Amassing a Fortune, Time for a Grand Slam
All In: One Last Bet, Cash In, Then Scram
But the Flaw in My System Reared its Ugly Head
I Was Greedy, Wanted More: I Should Have Fled
Well That’s History Now a Trip I Won’t Discuss
Arrived in a Benz, Left on a Greyhound Bus
PYRRHIC EVOLUTION
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
There once was a time in this great land
When folks said “ yes sir” and “yes maam”
Those days are ancient, eroded away
Where are we headed, I’m afraid to say
A time when the elderly were respected
A time when vulgar language, not accepted
A time when women were fully attired
A time when patriotism; a virtue admired
We now live in era where anything goes
Hard to distinguish colleagues from foes
Every one has picked an agenda to defend
Voices are silenced: afraid they may offend
Folks are traumatized, by a word or a look
Students sickened, by the title of a book
Authority’s role is constantly questioned
Four letter words constantly mentioned
A well dressed man wore a suit with a tie
Now an unbuttoned shirt will get you by
Women wore hosiery, blouse and a skirt
Cutoffs, flip flops, physical assets overt
Many now change their biological gender
Crude, obtuse: replaced warm and tender
Technical advances slowly eroding creeds
Obscuring civility with vexatious deeds
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