Would it kill you to love me
If only for one day?
Would it pain you not to shove me
Or look the other way?
Would it kill you to love me
Instead of being cold?
I would let King Midas hug me
And turn me into gold
Would it kill you to love me
Don’t just give a stoney stare
Or will you, too, rebuff me
For the vipers in my hair?
Seventy five millions and later
She finds no soul at the theatre.
A flop show at its worst,
Rebuff, Trump bubble burst,
Not whatso getting any better.
Money buys no prestige
Nor status builds a bridge
What else when ego bloats, gets fatter.
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Happenings | 06.02.2026 | fame/prestige, hate, humour, money, USA, limerick
Note: Trump might go down the history as the most hated president. He is hated not only world over, but in his own country as well. Note this: Out of $ 75 million Amazon paid (40 for the rights, plus 35 for the marketing blitz) for the documentary on Melania Trump, is expected to fetch hardly one million. It sold just one ticket in hundred cinemas across UK.
In Denmark and Greenland,
Red baseball caps say,
“Nu det Nuuk!” which is roughly
“Make America Go ‘Way!”
They’re sported at protests
And modeled on those
Worn by MAGA supporters,
Most normal folks’ foes.
The Danish translation,
“Enough is enough”
Is intended to be
A gigantic rebuff.
For America’s “leader”
Has crassly announced
That Greenland should be his
‘Cause his Nobel was trounced.
Since this overwrought bully,
Who violates rules,
Has his tantrums in public,
We all look like fools.
But in Greenland and Denmark,
The message is clear:
“Take your bluster and swagger
And get out of here!”
Wonder why dearly creatives are really gruff
Ponder artists fright...why they're in a right huff
As if their plight wasn’t nearly hard enough
Now AI picks alright clearly nicks natives stuff
Copyright blight.. tight AI guys fight with trite guff
Won’t share …it’s unfair…don’t care..life’s tough
Your ”off the cuff”.. they lazily buff.. crazily turn to fluff
Like a stranger getting your lover or wife up the duff
Red hot bot rot danger is rife but still they will just bluff
Strife..this lot don’t give a jot ..another blot we must rebuff
Muster the puff to bust their bluster..off they trot..play rough
Stand tall..together they’ll fall..grab by their neck’s scruff
As sagacity…loquacity.. bodacity & veracity techs nab & snuff
Authentic becomes drab identikit wrecks..cultures these vultures scuff
These AI fingers lingers in everyone else’s pies…Nuff is a Nuff
Yep and I can hear in my ear.. dear old.. Brian Clough chuff
“That’s Bloody rubbish”
AI guys lies..snaffling then raffling is baffling…but surprise surprise in the buff…it’s total shruff!
Fear seeps into my pores, and I sweat droplets of dread
Where I once saw you walk this path and I quietly read
The feelings that we shared, the blessings that prepared
My heart and yours, for this darkness that declared…
Cancer, the word no one wants to hear
The word so awful it brings the soul a tear
The feelings, bleeding through the night
Silence the wind, leave the world in fright
Cancer, the reason that I write these verses
In a prayer, praying healing that curses
All the darkness that has come with this disease
Cancer is a illness that causes you to fall to your knees
I wonder, though I believe, was I faithful enough?
Why has this darkness fallen – will it make me tough?
I feel so alone, so sad… God, wasn’t I tough ENOUGH? ENOUGH!!!
This pain, this valley, this struggle will surely rebuff
Cancer, leave my story – please just go away
God, please heal my husband, who I pray
Will live a long and happy life, a life I can say
Was blessed by love and healing that will not betray!
Shining as Self and knowing who is God,
laudable no doubt but not quite enough,
unless wisdom dawns in mind-body pod
and all cravings of ego we rebuff,
giving love a nod in our heart now thawed,
awareness self-aware, free of mind stuff,
for unless we break free from every chain,
we’ll be born on earth again and again.
There comes that day, inevitable day
when God will have had enough.
When His promises, humans overstay
hence, He will have his rebuff.
God's covenants come with a consequence
as we humans play the fool.
His forgiveness appraises disobedience;
and He governs with sovereign rule.
Is it selfish to pray, "Lord, Jesus, come
to take your children home"?
Such brings the destruction of earth's kingdom;
yet shall tribulation convert some?
Away with the pretense of our praise;
God knows the song of our hearts,
His justice rolls as the rivers raise,
judgment will stream as His Spirit departs.
When friends suggested, “Try cocaine!”
Mike’s “No” would reckon choice.
His mom ignored his new campaign;
rebuff became Mike’s voice.
Having seen his mom at crack's expense,
Mike felt all alone and under duress,
stranger to the world of common sense;
he started drinking to excess.
Long gone, his dad had been a souse
and likely binges somewhere yet.
Young Mike had cursed this selfish louse
through years of mixed regret.
In time, mom met her bitter demise
asleep at the wheel from drug abuse.
Shaken, this event opened Mike's eyes
struggling, he echoed “No!” to booze.
Parental hindrance gone, Mike gained
perception, a faith formerly unknown.
He found pardon, patience, peace unfeigned,
Loss ridden-out, his resolve fully grown.
but..."the road to success is always under construction."
quote by Lily Tomlin.
"At my bitter wits' end,"
was her mutter.
"Both of them?"
facetiously, I did utter.
"I'm beside myself,"
emotionally, she cried.
"A split personality,"
jokingly, I replied.
"No, I am but one,
and all tangled up I've become,"
instantly, her rebuff.
"At a loose end then?"
I questioned, off the cuff.
"Tied up in knots, more like it,"
in distress, her response.
"Prepared, like a Boy Scout, I'll be your undoing,"
I observed, feigning nonchalance,
"Give the word, and then, who knows,"
hopeful, I had half a chance,
she heard me suggestively propose.
The sun descends from the sky,
Another day now at its end.
More grains of sand slip through the glass,
Measuring the time I have left to spend.
It makes me wonder to myself,
Is all I've done truly enough?
Will God welcome me with a smile,
Or will I be another soul to rebuff?
When God looks down from his throne,
Will he be pleased by what he will see?
Am I squandering this gift of life,
That God has bestowed to me?
I know not the secret of life,
Nor how to live it the correct way.
These answers I will only learn,
When I face my judgement day.
Guess Who?
Charles Johnson
Unwritten poems thirst and ache for love.
In the still, a heart takes flight--Guess who?
For one, a sweet besotted flame-- Guess who?
One finds the mind adrift with dreams of love.
x
With every glance, a secret spark of love.
For one, each stolen glance a fire--Guess who?
A silent lust sullies a heart—Guess who?
Rejection does not count to one in love.
x
There are but nights with whispers of your name.
Soft whispers cruise on breezes light and shy.
For one, a fancied love, an eager flame,
For one, your doting eyes hold love's disguise.
Rebuff means naught —if bound by love’s stout chains.
For one, the love persists, like sighs at twilight.
I came upon a widow, black,
carrying a poison sac.
I asked her what was in her purse.
She suggested I call a hearse,
giving me a terrible fright,
asking if she could have a bite.
Your attentions, ma'am, I rebuff.
Of this chat, I've had enough.
I'm afraid, kind sir, it's too late.
I've already fixed your fate.
A partisan in this fine fight
All beautiful and brash
He thought he stood for what was right
‘Til his dreams turned to ash
A revelation come too late
When worm’s meat he’d already made
For neither side had doomed his fate
But by both he’d been betrayed
Our friend’s life was not enough
You need more grist for your mill
You would not accept our kind rebuff
You harry us to no end still
I invoke the bard erstwhile
When through his fair Veronan quoth
‘Tis enough you villains vile
A plague upon your houses both
September 1, 2024
I finally saw the debate,
My spirits prepared to deflate,
For I’d heard it was rough
(Lies are hard to rebuff)
But I needed to get it all straight.
I agree that Joe Biden looked weak
And he fumfers when trying to speak,
Yet the bully he faced
With his falsehoods disgraced
Every viewer while raising my pique.
Why Bash/Tapper allowed him to rant
While ignoring their questions, I grant
Made him look like a fool,
Though, despite ridicule,
To his fans it will not disenchant.
Both debaters most likely rehearsed
And in private, each other they’ve cursed.
Still, to watch made me mad
For, though one came off bad,
It’s the other I’m dreading the worst.
Warm your embrace and swathed with love
soft your kiss, from heaven above.
Kind your eyes, freeing adoring smile
capturing attention with finessing style.
Waking hours cradled against breast
soothing voice puts calming to test.
Gentle your touch upon soft head
quiets fear, gently puts to bed.
Firm your hand with words of rebuff
teach disappointment, standing tough.
Love stands beside all lessons learned
knowing your life has her concerned.
Teacher of confidence of fortitude
with respectfulness, lasting gratitude.
Teacher of love for thyself and another
no one in this world is like your mother.
Copyright © 2014 By Caryl S. Muzzey
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