A Newspaper
Once upon a time, the Guardian was a famous newspaper
it was democratic, to a certain extent, and readers are
invited to give their view, but with moderation and niceness
If not, they would politely ban the regressor
When the paper was famous, it was a bit left-wing, but always ready to see the other point of view
It was pro-Israel, defending Palestinian artists' rights
while overlooking as long as possible, the utter brutality
of Israeli politics against, say, Palestinians
The fact that the Guardian has been able to change is its
ability to alter its stands, yet holding to their journalistic
who are not left-wing, except for some of them who
Thanks to nature and time, they have wings.
Today, the Guardian is no longer a newspaper; it is more
like a color magazine dedicated to true sex stories shies
not away from lesbianism and what we now call gayness
It caters to a younger middle class, employed in, I think
show business, or the media, with titles like TV analyst
Or a researcher of AI, who will one day make all of them
out of work
When I get up in the morning, I drink a cup of coffee and
For entertainment, read the Guardian
I want to fly where a fairy flies
My sparkling wings sweeping dusky skies
A star at my brightness routinely shies
And I’m never recognized in this guise.
I want to swim where a mermaid swims
My iridescent scales like glittery limbs
Whales and fish sport appreciative grins
And the exercise makes even curvy bods thins.
I want to mother like a dragon-mom mothers
My fierce fiery protection for baby sisters, brothers
Love worn on wings wrapped tight round one ‘others
And colorful familial binds flash as each nestling hovers.
Feathery souls, titanium hearts, exposed minds required
To experience pure fantasy in time before expired!
Scenes of love
I love you, but you love the mirror
thinks your nose is perfect
green eyes and rosy lips
your fragrance has a narcissistic
allure, as you take the last look
in the hallway mirror before
leaving for the ball
Ah, the way you walk, pavements
adore you, rain shies away to
save your hair from bother
When you cross the road, car horns
blast by themselves, white cars
turn pink
The sun doesn't burn your skin
makes it golden in the afternoon
and glows in the night
Until one day, the mirror sees a wrinkle
years are ganging up on you
the enemy time is waiting in the wing
furrows settle on your forehead
I love you, but the mirror doesn't love
itself, insults are remembered
Get off the road, you silly old cow
your scent of youth has lost its aroma
still, you smile, sure of one thing
I will always love you
The thick forest's hill with wild flowers
rolls through perfumed daises meadows,
that are a haven to lovely hummingbirds:
among thick trees there no waterfowls!
These colorful birds avoid eerie darkness,
they wake up at the appearance of light;
they can't wait to dominate those vast vallies:
hear their shrill as they start their daily flight!
We all think that the above shies are peaceful,
even birds fight for supremacy as humans do;
I grumble at such cruelty feeling unwonderful:
we admire space but ignoring God is a taboo!
The brown and white stallions gallop slowly,
it's not a battleground where they can neigh;
they follow the horse trail breathing serenely:
and while ballistic missiles blast, I smell death!
She sits furlong
the race has been won
saddled on the mountain top
why equate the drilled
laying like searchlight beams
She waits for the birman
with wings on her mind
straight laced
she race you for fun
Venus on the edge
shared shies
she unfathom you
The world awaits with bated breath
pause, listen and most all feel
there it is, a deep sense drumming
in the back ground coming to life.
we all feel it, indeed yearn for it
insistently wait for it to come
then all of a sudden we can feel
the gradual warmth winter is defeated.
He shies away taking with him the freeze
allowing SPRING her rite of passage
everything comes back into blossom
almost battling each other for its space
All around we see new tender leaves
feel her warmth stirring things to life
watching birds fly to and thro building
busily their nests for new hatchlings
Riotous notes peel out thrilling us
as delightfully they fill the skies.
Snow drops fading as crocus fill
beds with startling shades of colour.
At last we can peel of the extra layers
wear our pretty clothes never can we
match Spring's awesome display of style
Indeed she gayly leads us towards Summer
Holy wings, dawning from heaven
Flaming flare and crown of golden
With feathers, as white as the snow
Even the sun shies from its glow
Her mighty fair commands the sky
Her fairness glows in mountains high
Down to the rivers and the seas
Her charming grace gives birth to peace
Even the night becomes the day
Toiling becomes a holiday
For the gorgeous glow of her charm
Gives a feeling, cozy and warm
you left me behind
when you ascended into the clouds
you weren't there
when they held me down and broke my wings
because they were scared of my potential
and perhaps they succeeded
in breaking my spirit
because i tremble when the wind blows
and see your face only in my dreams
i am afraid
for you to see this creature i have become
this wild thing
that shies from human touch
for how could you still know me
when i can't recognize myself?
moon shies away
clouds rain burst temper tantrum ~
kitten meowing
12/27/2023
soul wounds
scars fails to form
pain seems to be the norm
storm after storm
happiness in the eyes
when hope shies from its weak tries
they said the sun never lies
.. and how many times it shun just for fun
hurt fills the blood
vintage wine the more the time, like old open wounds from time to time it erupts and flood
what's done is done
you get used to serving the same piece of your flesh well done
deeper said the wound to the dagger
... and the word i love you sounds madder
hope rise and sets
this is as merciful as it gets
c'est la vie
what will be... will be
sane as with the pain
pain as sadness could behave a little insane
make it rain
curtain the name drop the blame hide the gut shame
conceal the feel
today's real is tomorrow's surreal
feeling the stab
is the best rehab
smile to the mirror
it's been a while
cryptic smile
tamer ?
No Kiss me Quicks, no giggling girls,
no candy floss, no strawberry swirls,
no shuggy boats or bright blue skies
no donkey rides or coconut shies,
no arcade fun, no fishing off the pier,
no slot machines, no ginger beer.
November blues, an empty prom,
to sunny Spain they’ve all moved on.
Together! The moon in the skies,
And stars twinkling from behind.
They're the eyes of the owl looking wise,
In the daylight, which were blind.
Bats hanging out there on the tree limbs,
Seeing the beautiful night upside down.
Hidden insects tune you as melodious hymns,
Spreading their vibes in the town.
How the full moon shies and blush!
And nature covers it with the clouds.
Shooting star always in the rush,
Fallen there! Where there is less crowd.
The river waves alike crystals flows!
It's due to the white shade of the moon.
Diamond dust there falls on the snows,
And wintery long nights still end soon.
Love is like the wind
It is gentle in the morning
At noon it shies away
In the evening it's frosty
The warmth of caressing
Often happens in the evening
For the frosty wind blowing
Enlivens the flame of loving
The wind of love is so docile
It warms the heart with sweet smile
When no hope is left to dwell
It casts the wonders of its spell
October 15, 2022
Oh, beautiful and lonely moon,
You are the beacon of the night,
Your presence helps define the sky
With all the stars that float about you,
And even though you are surrounded
You cannot help
But feel
Like you're alone.
Oh, beautiful and lonely moon,
The only one you truly long for
Does rarely share a sky with you,
Your feelings towards her growing stronger
While she just shies away in fear
Of being open and sincere,
She does not want to be perceived
As not as strong
As she would like to be.
Oh, beautiful and lonely moon,
There are no words that could describe
How well I understand your feelings,
We talk about it every night
Like two good friends sharing their secrets,
Looking upon you in the sky
It's as if I can see your soul,
Reflecting off your surface - light,
It reaches me
And pains my heart.
Oh, beautiful and lonely moon,
The thing that we share, you and I,
The thing that binds us - hope.
It might be coming from denial,
It's desperate at times,
Although,
Without it
I wouldn't feel
Alive.
The facets of love.
I love you, and your face loves itself
for its perfect nose, green eyes and rosy lips
your fragrance has a narcissistic allure.
The way you walk, the pavements adore you
Rain shies away not to make your hair wet.
I love you, and your face loves itself.
When you cross the street horn bleats
by themselves, white cars turn pink
your fragrance has a narcissistic allure.
The sun doesn’t burn your skin makes
it golden glows in the dark
till one day the mirror tells of a wrinkle
you know years are ganging on you
your enemy is time, wait in the wings
The furrows settle on your forehead
I love you but your face doesn’t love itself
Car horns do not blare anymore
Get off the road, you lazy old woman.
Your fragrance of youth has lost its allure.
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