playing chicken with couch potato
bring home the bacon with two peas in a pod
in a pickle with forbidden fruit
full of beans with egg on my face
go bananas with sour grapes
cream of the crop with dangling carrots
cool as a cucumber with apple of my eye
crying over spilt milk with raising a toast
spill the beans with cheesy jokes
The UFO’s were here, you know
Too many unsolved reports to deny
The aliens have been watching us for a while
stealing our secrets on the sly
The US Air Force seems to be cooperating
with a colony of workers on the moon
Hidden away where no visitor will see --
The government slays any informee
Those few living who were taken there
altogether too scared
to spill the beans at the Pentagon, where
those who know cower ~ denying the people's will
So what I kept some stuff
A few small keepsakes, merely fluff
They make such noise, so much dumb fuss
Their indignation careening like a bus.
Now they think I'll spill the beans
Use my powers by any means
I can clearly hear their screams
Trying to figure out my schemes.
All hot air like a balloon
Their pouting makes me want to swoon
The media bellows noon to noon
More newsworthy than the landing on the moon.
But oh what fun when dear old Joe
Was caught with files of which he didn't know
Or so he claimed to hear the crow
Of countless minders rushing to and fro.
And now comes Pence my dear old friend
Whose pious indignation never seems to bend
So let me just this little message send
He who laughs first laughs loudest in the end.
KARMA FOR TWO
Two young lads not quite in their teens,
Twins who carried the same genes,
Would every evening run down the street,
Each of them became a terrible cheat,
But were careful not to spill the beans,
A girl undressing, till she took off her jeans.
On a dustbin they stood to peep,
Tiptoeing as high as their legs could creep,
One night a pack of dogs knocked them down,
A policeman arrived, wearing a frown,
Called their mom, they decided karma was due
Justice, for these dishonest terrible two,
No friends for the rest of the year,
Starting from right now mum said, I fear
( Entered for contest sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire "Justice" 19th December 2018)
Don’t know………………!!!!!
Don’t know how to fritter away the time,
Don’t know how to abstract the mind,
Don’t know how to gain strength,
Don’t know how to be engrossed at length,
Don’t know how to chase the aspirations,
Don’t know how to tackle the frustrations,
Don’t know how to fulfil the resolutions,
Don’t know how to trigger the solutions,
Don’t know how to be rigid with routines,
Don’t know how not to spill the beans,
Don’t know how to be a person of benefits,
Don’t know how to be prompt with deficits,
Don’t know how..
Really..
Do not know nothing!!
Tell me all your plans this day
The dreams you hold inside
Are there no clouds upon your horizon
No storms to ruin your day
tell god all your wishes for the future
Talk about the good times that will be had
you plan out your retirement
for the sunset of your life
with sunny holidays on tropical isle’s
And the grandkids you will hold tight
Lots of money in your bank account
and a roof above your head
designer cloths and brand new motor cars
Is what you see a future that’s bright
But all the time god is laughing
As that’s not written in his plan
Will he spill the beans
and let the cat out of the bag
or just listen to your prayers and wishes
and then give out a massive belly laugh
People come, and people go
Poets are just the same you know
But what decides to where Poets travel
Please be free to say and unravel
Is it down to a desire to move on
Or take the huff and say it's not for I
Mm, maybe it's about histrionics
Leading to behaviour becoming chronic
Well then, shall we share and spill the beans
Boycott to detention with a slap on the wrist
For if whomever fails, be read to has been
And miss the ass they've always kissed
Everything at the top I find is fabricated nonsense
truth is security lies as they are blind rats
to home truths and openly sources spill the beans
A fish out of water plops
Spiraling circles around what they say within government
gasping full of rubbish reeks in order to control media
Everyone right to the top brass with twisted agendas
is brainwashing people in utter garbage driven by their thirty pieces
dressed in their cheap perfumed words stink to the high heavens
When they come to the gates of two truths all seeing
then they will see the deceiver kneel
before the master creator of us all
spill the beans in short
Sernyu lover cares to write
so let on let out
HAIKU BLOOMS #3
People parade
One after another;
Workday charades
~~~~~~~~~
This tembusu tree
Transplanted here;
Wears heavy memories
~~~~~~~~~
Wise up
Tell all;
Spill the beans
~~~~~~~~~
If only
You knew;
Icy hurts grow
~~~~~~~~~
Ink stains
Haiku strokes;
Push and pull
~~~~~~~~~
Wise words
Contradict fact;
Insight intervenes
~~~~~~~~~
Feel then deep urge
Gut feel strong;
Instinct disrupts
~~~~~~~~~
Sense a flair
In the thin air;
Seize affair
~~~~~~~~~
Fond caress
Sweet embrace;
Merge deep space
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 February 2016
Singapore
In the mournful days of human life,
No thing is to last to the last,
The cheerful ray that lightens our day,
No sooner shall it turn its back and darken our days.
I, without any fear I dare,
I dare to spill the beans of deadly life,
No thing is so certain, but death!
So is the bitter truth of living life.
We live as if we never are to die,
We enjoy the joy as if there’s no word as Grief,
We depart with the loved ones with a hope to meet again,
Act as if we are so sure to rule over one’s breath.
But now, to those who knows and dares,
To face and accept my words,
shall live his life creating a bright moment,
At which everyone shall think back and drop tears of joy.
And I am to drop my tears of joy soon,
Having knowing you, I consider not luck but fate,
Having learnt from you, I consider not gain but bless,
So I now pray before you..
May I get to see the light that enlightened me again,
but If I ever fail to save my final breath before anyone,
So sure I am, My words shall succeed to bring a tear ,
A tear from you, A tear of memory, A tear of joy.
The joy which we once ruled as one…..
The surprise that is still to be seen
Whither grows the magic bean
Full of love and sparkling clean
Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
The incredible charm that is the bean stalk
Full of strength and great talk
Is Jack of the axe prepared to walk the walk?
Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
In this world is there a greater delight?
Than the surprise on the face of child with beautiful light
Or on the sparkling eyes of the elderly which shines sprightly
Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
A soul’s tipping point under this ambience
Is not havoc wreaked by much incontinence?
Will faith work without patience?
Pray, don’t spill the beans, just yet!
01/11/2015 Ganapathiraman Raman
This lovely bird!
Have you seen him
At your window?
Have you heard?
His sweet singing in forests
Not babbling! To you
Spill the beans.
COPLA VEINTISEIS : This Bad Guy World
Yet there’s one more explanation
Psychopaths make the best businessmen
All in the genes
Way the chips spin into motion
Bad Guys can blame it on semen
And spill the beans
Watch the Bad Guy twist turn and split
Most convenient it’s to slip up
In short play sick
His role’s to get Good Guys to quit
So this rotting world will blow up
Till all fall sick
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
FIG LEAF
Coat of skin for fig leaf.
Burying yourself under
fig leaves.
Yet you flash us
With a toothless smile.
But its enshrouded parts
I see.
When the Almighty
Pulls the plug of mercy
And spill the beans of
curse,
You now bury your act
Under your pillow of rest
And face the running
storm.
The best for bane,
A friend for fiend.
Coat of skin for fig
leaves:
Your evil choices.
Yet you turn blind eyes
on your choices
And continue in your act
Leading you to the fiery
pit.
20 Lines
3 Stanzas
Date Written: 18-Feb-2011
Author; KESSIE JUSTICE
AMENYO
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