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Mirror Image

You need not remind me of my mortality,

The evidence is reflected in the mirror.

But then you smugly preach about morality,

Come back down to Earth, maybe you'll see things clearer.

our platform had no newspapers, so i yelled at someone to throw one across the tracks

i need to know what's going on
we're barren over here, yet over there
look at them smugly reading the NEWS

'can you throw one over pal?'
he pretends not to hear me
and looks down the platform

he's pretending to see if his train is about to 
arrive, thomas and friends, and it won't be
here soon, so wind it in 

i give up and wonder why
platform 1, surely the pinnacle, 
has been abandoned of any recreation

although next to my son
is a miniscule glass bottle of whisky
which implies someone was having fun without me there

has peace been achieved?
has the new plastic waste initiative justified government intervention?
how many wickets do we need this morning? 

i yell these at the man over on platform 2
i am then taken away
and hope to be a headline in the morning

Funny Contradictions

A friend said, rather smugly,
you can't be "pretty ugly";
and where is the good,
and what is the likelihood
of one being "clearly misunderstood"?

An expression he's also dismissing
(or as kids say, "dissing"),
is so silly: "found missing".
And you can bet money
no one is "seriously funny".

Few people are ever cowed,
or have to get loud,
speaking to a "small crowd",
and (sorry if it's crass):
what exactly is "liquid gas"?

Get a life

So God asked me smugly, “How did you
find the life I fashioned one for you?”
“Not very colorful, Sire,” I decried.
“My wife was homely and dull
My kids, mediocre and drab
I slogged, I struggled feeling ever gray.
An uneventful life. Unconditionally normal. 
Methinks, you did a gross injustice by me.”
“Oh, shut the … whining,” God boomed.
“Just go back and get a life!”

Divine Fantasy

If I had the magic wand in my hand  
Oh smugly before God I will stand 
and proclaim that if only for a day
I finally get to do things my way.   

I’ll undo all He verily so far has done
and see that love reigns, hate gone,
One world living as one in harmony
made not of tribes and nations many.

I’ll shrink the enormity of the heavens,   
In His name forbid to wield any weapons,  
Make the scorching deserts a sanctuary
since wilderness doesn’t seem necessary.

I’ll rewind the time to the days of yore
and reset it to the simpler state as before,
Make man gentler and content to the core
For what I have seen, I can see no more.

But wait, I can wish this magic wand forever 
to use day after day -- now isn’t that clever? 
Work out a treaty between God and the Devil
and hope good and evil to each other be civil.

Pretty Ugly

A lonely woman, a chance meeting,
Nine months later, a baby girl is born.
Holding her close, as this was not planned,
Peeking under the blanket, feeling forlorn.

A tiny face, reddish, with hair all over her body,
The mother embraced her “pretty ugly baby.”
She exclaimed out loud, “My baby will be somebody!”
There were no doubts, not even a maybe.

Another little mouth to feed,
God blessed her with seven.
This little halfbreed
Was a gift from heaven.

Raised and nurtured with love,
In a world that can also be pretty ugly.
Part of the family, fitting like a glove,
“The best decision I ever made,” she said smugly.

Through hard times and sleepless nights,
The years sped by—her baby is now old.
Holding on tight as the priest read her mother the last rites,
Hand in hand, a bond pure as gold.

At night she clutches her picture frame,
With trembling hands and tear-filled eyes.
She whispers, “Thank you, Mama, for loving me all the same.
Oh, please visit me again—as a butterfly.”

Definite Maybe

Do you want to have a baby?

     I'll give you a definite maybe.
     Babies can cry and scream so loud.
     Three in one house can make a small crowd.
     I hope I'm not clearly misunderstood,
     just unsure I'm ready for fatherhood.
     You and I may be old jalopies,
     but we suffice - original copies.
     We could be relaxing on the grass,
     not changing diapers of liquid gas.

     Wait, it's time for you to cop a plea
     in what seems a tragic comedy.
     I never knew, when I started kissing,
     your birth control pills had been found missing.
     It seems that your little pill pack
     has been fully empty - pills, it does lack,
     and it's an open secret on the block
     that I've become a laughingstock,
     and I suppose you're thinking, honey,
     that this is seriously funny.

Nine months later, she said smugly,
it can't be yours, you're pretty ugly.

wrong

Have you ever been wrong?
I was wrong.
Ugly, smugly wrong.
Psephologically wrong.
Hit the iceberg,
smoking’s good for you,
the treaty of Versailles,
left on red,
Copernicus, Aristotle, Custer,
wrong.
I’m not claiming an excuse,
wrong.
It wasn’t you,
it was me,
wrong.
Just fricking
kiss a frog
wrong.
Wrong all along,
wrong about the world,
reevaluate me wrong,
wrong, wrong, wrong.
I can admit I was wrong.
Can you forgive me,
can I forgive me,
wrong
.
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Songs for this:
Waters of March by John Roseboro & Mei Semones
Stabilise by Nilüfer Yanya
.
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Webster: Psephology = the scientific study of elections.

Math Riddle

What kind of jaded, jackass jerk'll
ask smugly with a smile and smirkle,
diagonals to think upon,
and an inscribed polygon,
while gazing on a split-up circle.

MONEY

My pockets cry loud for your daily presence,
To buy me fanciful cars and build me big mansions are your essence,
My shoulder aches when rubbed against those of others in your absence,
I beg to have you so as to clear evil thoughts out of my conscience.

I labour day and night so that you won't come to my home as a temporary guest,
I desire you a comfortable sit in my home so as not to put your stay to guess,
I am ready to rebuke anythìng that may provoke you to vex,
Because with your presence in my life I will even get good value for my mess.

The coolness of your friendship my heart fervently desires,
Because of you the muscles of my hand makes my face perspire,
Many times your powerful shield had been my own messiah,
Your support makes ineffective all what my enemies gather together to conspire.

Even when I know only you can't bring me all my needed peace of mind,
But you are still important in showing me the way to where joy is easier to find,
Since success and blessings and greatness are also of your kind,
That's why I beg you to come bring the glue for you all to together smugly bind.

Silence is Golden

Witness the folly of the yammering crowd

Those that speak smugly and those that speak loud

Spitting out syllables the live long day

With nothing to show and nothing to say

A chorus line of mechanical mouths

A bevy of bores from the north to the south 

Wherever you go they're standing beside us

Let's pray that they all catch laryngitis

Merry Melodies Looney Tunes Tribute

With a quick competitive descent,
Darling Daffy and his feisty duels;
No sportsmanship? He turns violent;
He’s a stickler for all of the rules;

Makes no difference if it’s a giraffe 
or Bugs Bunny banging on that piano, 
play the game fair or get cut in half;
This the challengers  ALWAYS know;

‘A lower standard will always debase!’
screams a bar sign in ACME letters;
Looking for a fair fight? This is the place.
Who’s fire with melodic measures?

Sly cockatoo sashays in with a grin,
itching to throw in a song that’s fire;
He holds the decadence of a violin,
and claims to be an A list player;

Daffy smugly looks him up and down 
‘You win? With that? What fallacies!!’
‘I’m Fuego I play two. Give me my crown.
 Known as the best to play Merry Melodies.’

To be continued …

What Shall I Pen

8/29/2023

 Ah~ write  couplets, and no, nothing more.

 Then~ prance smugly out my front door?

 No, no, I just cannot do simply that!

  Will  be crazed as a hatter, who lost his hat!

Magic

If I had the magic wand in my hand  
Oh smugly before God I will stand 
and proclaim that if only for a day
I finally get to do things my way.   

I’ll undo all He verily so far has done
and see that love reigns, hate gone,
One world living as one in harmony
made not of tribes and nations many.

I’ll shrink the enormity of the heavens,   
In His name forbid to wield any weapons,  
Make the scorching deserts a sanctuary
since wilderness doesn’t seem necessary.

I’ll rewind the time to the days of yore
and reset it to the simpler state as before,
Make man gentler and content to the core
For what I have seen, I can see no more.

But wait, I can wish this magic wand forever 
to use day after day -- now isn’t that clever? 
Work out a treaty between God and the Devil
and hope good and evil to each other be civil.


~03/17/23
~Contest: Writing Challenge 'M' words
~Sponsor: Constance La France.

Pleasure Departs

A piece of music takes us by the hand
and leads us through its world from time to place,
from place to time by hand from land to land
within a vast expanse in which to pace.

But soon it's gone, has left my ears and life,
and moved its eyes to left, right, up and down.
It smiled so smugly as it gave me strife
and left me with these saddest eyes that frown.

Yet thank you, dearest sound, for being here
with notes and bars that aim to bring us pleasure.
We smile so hard to try to quell our fear
and try so hard to elongate our leisure.

This muse was swiftly here yet so soon parted -
yes, fled with speed. It's gone. We're broken-hearted.

(6 Jan 2023)

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