A piece of paper
Blowing down the street
Negotiators
Trading their deceits
I can’t be bothered
If things are getting mental
Go get some other
Who is more instrumental
Out on the terrace
I’m sitting with my juice
Some look embarrassed
Some hanging on the loose
Some say tomaito
I say tomato
Wind blows a paper
A page in quarto..
It flies away
Nobody turns a head
We live to pay
Agreeing or dissent
I have no clue
Why things are getting mental
My point of view
Is fairly incidental..
What once was sweet
Has just got sweeter
The polymath
is now in Theatre...
And the claim is a foot!
I flipped a gnocchi
When I saw this cat
In the Quarto...
and with a Juliet!
So I squared the matter
with a call for d'meter.
Natal
Hoje,
diga 'Feliz Natal' para pessoas que não conheça
ou para pessoas que são cristãs.
Diga 'Feliz Hanukkah'
para as pessoas que sabe
que são ou suspeita que sejam judias.
Seja Natal, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa,
e todos os dias a partir de agora,
apenas sirva a outra pessoa
cada vez mais e mais.
Lembre sempre:
o bem e o serviço
às outras pessoas
é o aluguel que você paga
pelo seu quarto aqui na terra.
Feliz Dia...
Passo a passo
O primeiro passo na aquisição da sabedoria é o silêncio,
o segundo é a escuta,
o terceiro é a memória,
o quarto passo,
ensinar outras pessoas.
so
softly
on
her
feet
waltzing
toward
me
bringing
that
aura
of
enchantent
so
endearing,
attraction
alive...
.....calling
me
inspired by Mendelsohn Quarto 2 Adagio
My lines ought to make people quip
easy to relate to and comprehensively equipped
achieving so many a quatrain
is a technical feet to attain.
Maintaining this, I feel queasy
nurturing the consistency is really uneasy
you can be an extraordinary Quasar
if its unlikely to be a normal star
No exact fulfillment doesn’t deserve the quibble
your light is also very much valuable
not getting it right may begin a quietude
avoiding this is a test of my aptitude.
It’ll be short, fitting a page in a size quite quarto
about its expressions, nothing really macho
Wow! All 4-lined verses seem quicky
And the target has been met with great success so low keyed.
JESTER
I act in a quizzical manner
Speak, like a joker
But nobody could ever try to discover,
That I’m just a smile-borrower
I used everything as a sort of merriment,
I’ll never stop though I’ll be an asphyxiating object
But if someone will calk my mouth with gravel,
I’ll thank him, for in silence I longed to travel.
I rest by…
Making a needless jest,
You tell me that I’m the best
‘Cause I made you forgets the test.
I will always be a merry-andrew;
A guffaw’s crew
And grin is always on my body’s menu
But joy will forever be missing in my heart’s quarto.
You always hear me laughing
But never heard the echo of my heart which is totally suffering,
You usually notice me smiling
But never see, my tears falling.
All what I am wearing is a kind of guile,
I used these just to walk some mile
Yet, I am wishing than even once in a while
I can wear a genuine smile.
I will be lost in my sanity
If no one will try to help me
‘Cause I really want to be,
That JESTER that you always see in me!
0902004 --- 03:16 pm
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