Rickety rackety ruffled ridiculous Rhine,
Make her hair stick out like a ball of twine
Let it fall out on the floor and in church too
Put a permanent skunk in her chimney wazoo
Make her look silly in front of thousands I say
Take away her fun, sabotage her in every way
If she takes a step, let her trip on her ugly tongue
Do not let her make friends or have any fun
Slickety Slackety shuffled sure enough complete
Take away her taste buds to taste anything sweet
Give her cheeks a headache, make her front teeth crazy
Let her be known as a witch who is nothing but lazy
Rickety rackety rattletrap Ralph
Swiftly splattered and splashed his way south
Tattering and transferring two trucks in a tunnel
Undermining Uncle Uric’s ferocious fire funnel
Slickly sideswiping sleuth’s semi-good solution
Taking turns twisting a tornado, causing serious pollution.
I used to get all the cleaning done when my husband was at work
Then when he came home he could relax without a lot of extra noise
a good thing too, because his nine TV sets make enough racket
now I am the one who comes home from work, and he starts cleaning
It is obvious no cleaning has been done until the second I get home
Fresh off a fortyminute drive, I desperately need peace and quiet.
Mostly quiet.
But here comes Mr. Clean with his vacuum cleaner and his dishwasher.
Vroom Vroom Rackety Rack Rackety Rack
He was home all day long
Nine and a half of these hours I was gone.
He could not have cleaned then?
Vroom
Vroom
Rackey
Rack
It is infuriating
Little heart do not worry
today is just another day,
mountains may seem mighty
but you will leap for sure...
Little ears do not worry
tomorrow is near,
thunders of cries seem rackety
but you will smile for sure...
Little eyes do not worry
yesterday is already passed,
clouds may seem disastrous
but you will pass eye of storm for sure...
Little feet do not worry
days are just numbers,
sun may seem fiery
but you will bloom for sure...
Remember the walk we had at a dawn?
You mocked the fog and sang me a song
I cursed the cascade for being so rackety
You cursed the wind for being so wheezy
Arms in arms, walking and dancing
The sun too rose giggling
We passed through a garden, some buds, and birds
We passed some playing kids, nurses and mosques
The steepest mountain we climbed and laughed
The deepest dive we dived, and survived
Whale, sea horse, and shark stood shocked
As with lively skills, we had them tricked
Now the sun is sitting, the moon is waning
Our song is still not finished, and it has started snowing
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30th Oct, 2020 (11:30 pm)
Note: this one is about love, and our short lifespan. Offcourse, it is easy to pass through different stages of life when you have a lovely companion, but no matter how much time you get, it will never ever be enough. Death never stops chasing us, even if the companions stay loyal forever ). (I am hell sleepy right now, but wanted to write this one lol.)
Today my heart is obscurely tenebrous,
It no longer dances to your a cappella heartbeats,
Neither does it tune to the acoustic of your heart,
It has ceased skipping a beat in a fashionable art.
Today the virgin forest in my heart is murky,
The trees bow in retardation for a snooze party,
The rowdy rackety crickets have broken limbs,
The fire flies are devoid of signature fire on their backs.
Today the once dreamy ocean in my heart is calm,
Its soothingly beguiling waves isn’t your balm,
The coral reefs are deeply engrossed in a death sleep,
Sea demons are surprisingly afraid of the storm’s sweep.
Today the roses in my heart are dried and shriveled,
Its thristle thorns prickle can leave one crippled,
Their ambrosial scent has faded away dramatically,
For the roses are no longer minty, but dried stigmatically.
Rolling down the dusty unmade road
Over the rackety bridge we rode
A slow trickle of water under it flowed
Driving on even though the road narrowed
Tranquillity not at all overshadowed
Room to breath without feeling harrowed
Inner paths stretch leading to the highroad
Places now flash by, some of them hallowed
written 08/18/2013
contest Road Trip
Now that I'm older there are things that I remember that make
me smile
Riding on the back of my fathers truck on our way to the creek
for a dip.
That ole' truck-shook, creaked, wobbled at every single turn.
Rickety-rackety-squeak all were sounds of love.
I couldn't wait to be the first one down the hill and in the
Cool-crisp freshness of the water.
Gurgle..gurgle was the sound it made as it flowed from one smooth
stone to the next.
Every now and then a stray snake would slide in for a dip
to cool its belly.
Perhaps today I'd be a snake charmer-send him on his way.
Could I be the very thing that saved everyone from his wrath?
Better yet I'd better stand aside and simply allow the creature
to pass.
Afterall he only slid in for a dip to cool it's warm belly.
I would become so lost in my own imagination that time would
simply pass me by.
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