A facade of course
fakeness oozes from smirky smiles
plastic hearts, inserted in those
with no backbone
easily offended when truth is spoken
birds of feather
pay heed
a wise expression
I much prefer the deeply flawed
whose empathy always shines
no matter their pain
colorful personality additions
of vibrancy and kindness
not toxic rats of disdain
A Moral Tale
It was about a conversation I had
late at night when diabetic pain did its best
to keep me awake and the broken femur
stopped me from moving
Who the hell do you think you are
wallowing in pain, enjoying your distress
Get up, switch on your computer, and see
A distressing picture of those unfortunate
sleeping on the pavement
Don't put up your nose worrying about
the state of their underwear, you have
a woman coming every day to bathe you
and comb your hair
And more, you can, on your Walker, go to
kitchen and make a sarnie with sardines
in tomato sauce
I slapped my operated-on leg, the pain
It was immense, so there take that.
I have the most unlike heroes, like the rich guy
Elon Musk, yes, him, with fifteen children
Alone, he struggles to repopulate the world
all he gets is smirky smiles
With my courage restored, I made coffee
switched on YouTube, about Venezuela
where people were running out of
sardines in tomato sauce and proper coffee
he covers up the pain of his upbringing with comedy
making people laugh gives him purpose
the louder they laugh, the more he performs
He is a monster, an alien, a dog and pony show
He is a trickster, a jokester, a jester,
But wait…..
There is a side the people never see
Because he is a trickster
his feelings are his own
he keeps them hidden in the sleeves of his costume
never bringing them out
hiding them behind a super wide smirky smile
a clown….
No matter how dim things get
no matter how dire
how alone, or lonely or depressed he feels
he covers this up with cloaks and daggers
Pulling rabbits out of top hats
stunning the audience with sheer outrageousness
Keeping them laughing
so, he can cry
in silence…..
Call me spoiled, call me late for a date, call me casual or smirky or crazy
But do not call me sloth-like, sluggish, disengaged, placid or lazy.
Call me from Mexico, Canada, China, France or another fine place.
Call me from Venus, Mars, or a meteorite from outer space.
Just don’t call me from Kansas City, for it is where I live.
I already know every relative of Clyde, Celander and Viv.
Don’t call me from these two area codes - 816 and 913,
They are all Kansas City numbers, and would much annoy me.
Call me happy, joyful, enthusiastic, wild and carefree.
Never call me stupid or to dine on a persnickety tea.
Don’t call me at two or three a.m. that would irritate me.
And never never never call me from area codes 816 and 913.
Long time since I have been to a nightclub
they don't let me out at night alone now.
I used to be sharp
had many friends in low places.
I miss the culture, the sweaty maneuvers
under hypnotically pulsing lights.
The aroma of nubile sex
and just maybe getting lucky.
Back then, you did not have to be
a minor local celebrity to get laid,
just have cash for a taxi ride
back to your crappy bedsit.
I could still be
a smirky smile under neon lights,
but the feet won't slide no more,
and the bouncers won't let you in
wearing bedroom slippers.
There is no better enemy than ones’ loving family and friends
For it is they who know all the ifs' and where your troubles begin
No need to look outward but to only look within
The company of those that surprisingly come to mind
They who come around you either often or all the time
They say they’ll support and stand by You _ thick or thin
Truth is they’re only present _ to glorify your end
How else will they assure you’ll see their smirky sideways grin.
You’re prepared for your foes to come from where __ who really knows?
You know only heaven can tell what evils can compel
The force of ill-fate for you to partake
From their greed, jealousy, and hate
They’re astounded by your struggles, your turmoil, and your woes.
All the pleasure earned and reaped by no better foes
Strange isn’t it that when you crawl out from under your bed
No voices of cheers but sneers and jeers heard in its’ stead
Ridicule and mockery, should haves and could haves ...
If I’d known better; I surely would have _
Not confide in most of those around me.
For the last thing, I need _ is a better enemy.
!!!W10-09-20
Three kittens looking so perky,
Appealing eyes of slanted green,
The cats cadge a serve of protein,
As I eat my sandwich of turkey.
Surrounding my chair so smirky,
Their longing looks soon seen,
I throw meat from the tureen,
On an impulse quite quirky!
Three kittens looking so perky,
Appealing eyes of slanted green,
The cats cadge a serve of protein,
As I eat my sandwich of turkey.
Satisfied purrs rise over jerky,
Pleased with what they glean
The kitties lick the plate clean;
Then sleep noon till eve murky.
Three kittens looking so perky,
Appealing eyes of slanted green,
The cats cadge a serve of protein,
As I eat my sandwich of turkey.
Written for Christmas Pets sponsored by Dear Heart
28/12/2018
(This was a real incident, after Christmas, eating left-overs)
The king is dead! Long live the king!
History of rulers is no different from ordinary mortals,
The crowns and kohinoors travel from one head to another uneasier head.
Emperors, Monarchs, Kings, Pharaohs abdicated
By methods natural and unnatural,
Thrones usurped, kingdoms conquered, succession relinquished,
For the joy of wealth, and its superpowers that comes in accompaniment,
And then leaving it all to turn to ruin with their own sudden deaths.
Greed, fraud, forgery, continues with its undying hunger,
Kith and kin scoffed, rebuffed and disowned from their own rights,
Temporal power is misconceived by these mortal gods,
Ethics and integrity scaled down by their unregretful smirky smiles
And then these Mammons roll on and swim in this new founded wealth,
For they know not Gods do watch them, and with one hack will level it all.
Balveen Cheema
August 20, 2015
Flashing Lights Behind
By Elton Camp
There is a certain sinking feeling
When with a cop you’ll be dealing
Since whether you are guilty or not
You are about to be put on the spot
What claim does he intend to make?
Perhaps you did make some mistake
Or behind a sign his cruiser he set
He hasn’t got his ticket quota yet
Dozens of speeders now pass you by,
But to stop them he doesn’t even try
It’s over to the shoulder and to a stop
And up stalks the obese, grinning cop
“You must not know the limit here.
That you were two miles over, I fear.
A safety lesson you now need to learn
And credit on my record I need to earn.”
The best thing is tightly close your yap,
And wish Zsa Zsa was around to slap
What you say will get a smirky reply
So it’s best that you don’t even try
To get a better job the cop wasn’t able
And may well be a man who’s unstable
That such as he are allowed a gun to tote
Should make a big lump in your throat
Besides, it the absolute truth you will tell
You’ve been speeding other times as well
Only this time you happened to get caught
So just accept the ticket and say naught
Trippy turtle was kind of slow today
I told him to get out of his shell in a while
So we went to party with smirky the Hare
Who was way too high
He didn't even remember inviting us there
Turtle and Hare reminisced
About the days when the wild was free
When trees were sacred
I told them as long as I need money to provide for you both
I'll always have a chainsaw strapped to my back
Darling,
I can't stand the state
my heart is in
every time she speaks
your limbs trot away
and I feel so alone
in my poetry,
words barely comfort me
So take them, dear
I don't want the language
of my pen to speak anymore,
I'd rather make love to you
Heartsickness is overly dreary
and my chest won't stop sighing
over the sound of our immeasurable distance
quietly you left, unbearably loud you're gone
I'm left here with my shock
all awkwardly dangling
from a heart shaped mirror,
it stares at me
with a smirky grin
of everlasting imagery
laughing hysterically at my idiocy,
taunting dreams
with reflections of you
from it seems another lifetime ago,
when love was kind
and huggable and decent
and liked to smile,
even if just for a little while
(but it's not like that anymore, is it?)
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