The truth of life
Is hidden in your small talks
Now look at the views
On the photo how peaceful it is
For today's running time
It becomes emotional
To stay among the loved ones and talk.
*Z - Zelensky
*P - Putin
Z - "I've signed mines."
P - "Mines as well."
Z - "Then shall we."
P - "To our dinners."
Z - "Hope it's not Borscht."
P - "Could be, Dim Sum."
Z - "Mayhaps, Sushi"
P - "How was your dinner?"
Z - "The hot water need ..."
P - "... More salt, I agree."
Z - "Oh, you've washed your hands."
P - "Of the whole matter."
There's a heaviness
that comes over
leaking in from somewhere,
a certain mood
that paralyzes the throat.
It causes you to withdraw
and pull back
from where you can look out
and not feel what happens,
as if the nerves connecting
you to life are like those
to a tooth numbed
by novacaine.
When it wears off you find
yourself looking for a way back,
feeling around the dark for an exit
out of your own skin, riding
on the back of a word or two
as they escape your mouth
headed for the nearest conversation
where you can hide
in the small talk and nobody
will ever know you're there.
Small Talk Delayed
David J Walker
The days dawn falling in
Uncertain brokenness
Strangeness
came in waves
of multicolored
Cool sunrays
Nothing would be the same
He said
But nothing ever is
Instead
Of small talk delayed
The gardener went about
his business
Pruning the garden
I woke up to the sound of the keyboard clicking
I went ahead and arose and I'm not nitpicking
It wasn't long after that a friend of mine called
I'm glad we have things such as phones installed
We talked awhile concerning my poetry and reactions
I was worried hence to the writing of my factions
I'm sure that soon there's going to be an exchange
and the life I'm living now I must rearrange
I won't discuss that now but there will come a time
when I will disclose that information in my downtime
I will tell you this one tidbit before I expose
these writes will induce sense to you then I suppose
SMALL TALK
“How are you, well and you?
Oh my! What do you say?”
(Oh look, the time, If you don’t mind,
I’ll now be on my way.)
“Oh everyone’s fine, Yours? Yes, so is mine,
give all my love, hugs too.
I’m saved still the same... oh how have you changed,”
(So now our words will be few.)
“All of your good news, so glad to hear,
My prayers are with you, you’re such a dear,”
(Since all is well, let me steer clear)
We no longer cherish the time, it’s now yours and mine,
Small talk so soon gets old,
We all now part our ways, for the rest of our days,
Warm love has now gone cold.
This is the abounding iniquity,
Love now has little equity,
In the godly hearts of today,
We have so little to say
Never taking the time to really care or see.
“Well I better go now, (no more time for you now,
gotta walk, the separate paths we walk),
But rest assure my dear, God alone can hear,
the thoughts amidst all the small talk.
a tender smile
brings rapport,
a seesaw thrill
releases
a tense tang,
a humorous
aside
banishes dread,
reminences
flood memory
with delight
Family get togethers are so much fun
provided you stick to the rules.
Greet everyone with a smile.
Get them talking about themselves.
Don't compare nor gloat.
Set the timer to 'it will be over soon'.
Keep topics neutral; arguments deflated.
Keep unmentionables hidden away.
Don't say the obvious, keep anger at bay.
Small talk, short talk - in small short doses,
spread evenly around the room.
You can survive, unruffled, uninjured
by keeping it all short and sweet.
Happy........Whatsoever.
I grasp onto
Your every word
But I am afraid
You let mine go
So much to say,
So little time;
Rush through each day,
No time to rhyme.
So much to do,
So many things;
To win and woo,
No time to sing.
So much to gain,
So put things off;
Bear hurts and pains,
Live with odd cough.
So much to live,
No time for grief;
So give and give,
For life is brief.
Leon Enriquez
19 July 2015
Singapore
I nod my head and smile again
The burning creases brand my skin
A scar I will forever wear
There's nothing left to talk about
Pretend to hear; pretend to care
I fear my words have all run out.
Hope you'll think of me
Because even if you don't
I will think of you
*************Note: Life Is A Trampoline***********
It is a fool who
Puts' ideas' into His
Own Head
-And-
Then bounce around
On an Trampoline
GF
Morrow: Though life has it's own
Ups' and Downs'
Be prepared......
For that bounce'
Before you hit the ground.....
Surge in hidden chastity
enters the torch but the enemy
was within.
Brown clouds over the black carbon,
glaciers were melting;
the assault rifle stands alone in snow.
This was not ignorance,
a purposeful denial of white truce
in the jungle of lizards.
I would go where nobody wants
to tread in night. The hanging years
of marriage gone wrong.
O my God, tiger at the door,
demanding a new babe every moon.
The flesh will extract its own blood.
Satish Verma
Hurting Small Talk
Sometimes gossip sprouts
Sowing deceptive stories.
Seeming true, but not—
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 16, 2010
Poetic form: Senryu
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