If 'music be the food of love,'
as the Avon Bard did write,
sing me a song of sixpence for my supper,
to see me through this star-crossed night.
And there'll be no need to drink to me
only with thine eyes,
as, for a happy hour or two,
a glass of euphoria I will pour for you.
A Green Fairy, guaranteed to relax inhibitions
and unwind the tired mind,
my fingers will do the walking
and talk to you in kind.
Rumoured to possess aphrodisiac qualities,
let's taste, not waste, nor this potent potion squander,
well you know, green means go and as true emerald is its hue,
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
With apologies to William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Categories:
squander, drink, fairy, green, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Do not squander your wishes on the likes of her!
Said the wish-giver’s advisor, who was not pure.
We have not gotten along, she is kind of a saddle burr.
Luckily, the elf wish-giver did not hesitate or stir.
He gave me my top wish for her to disappear.
She was gone in a few seconds, smoke started to clear.
She was caustic he whispered inside my left ear.
My heart was excited, and I started to cheer!
Categories:
squander, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
touch flocked wallpaper
smell pink tulips
scream your absolute joy
taste salt and sugar
be as awake as you can be
every day is a gift
do not squander it
Categories:
squander, day,
Form: Free verse
if only we still had
all the time in the world
and our youth to squander
all the paths to explore
and wander at our leisure
the echo amplified
do you not hear the clamor
as each grain of sand
through the hourglass
counts down each hour
to me it's as loud as thunder
a warning for us to make amends
and reconcile the time we've left
though it might be wonderful to linger
soon enough we'll be called
to our next and ultimate adventure
AP: 2nd place 2023, Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2023
Categories:
squander, life, time, youth,
Form: Free verse
told, I’m …
purveyor of a pen
drowning in the anguish of the heart …
bulletin:
love - not always love
love - always pain
always -
all ways …
wherever, whatever, WHOever the
soul divides for,
consumed, one day …
lost to time’s bitter casualty -
forever’s coda,
postscript of existentialist id …
not an iota
escapes the darkest of fates
ALL is impermanent
and sorrow, the outcome …
in contention, then -
pray, how moans the sea
if not broken on a reef?
how chants a catbird
if not mourning for its mate?
how drinks the earth
without heaven’s weep?
and how bright a sun, if not immersed in
the bitter, unforgiving black of space?
please fear not, that ache -
those throes of casualty are but
the ripples of passing on love’s expanse -
those prayerful pangs,
the precious payment for
life’s dearest …
so, if that blessed abyss be
the stead of my demise,
embrace it, I shall …
and if those briny beads of the
eye are the only coursing for my ink,
so be it …
there are far more poisonous
potions to waste words …
upon.
Categories:
squander, writing,
Form: Free verse
While Trump Spends and Will Squander
While Trump did spend and also will squander;
Excessive expenditures have been big blunder;
He did shatter,
Laughing matter;
Mis-spelled words do exist in spell he is under.
Jim Horn
Categories:
squander, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
D-on't wait for next day,
D-o the better things today,
Y-esterday is gone.
Topic: Birthday of Donner D. Yap, March 8
Form: Acrostic Haiku
Categories:
squander, birthday,
Form: Haiku
Here it is here it is,
The money
the dough
the cash
It's all here
A lot of it too
Let's get this
Let's get that
We need this
Oh! A must have!
How about this
Don't forget about those shoes
We have enough
WE have a lot
We can get MORE
We need not worry
….
The money is all gone
Something went wrong
What happened?
Where'd it all go?
Squandered
Wasted
The money is gone
Categories:
squander, allegory, money,
Form: Free verse
Human Squander
Cold day on my walk I needed to pee, it happens often
when you are old, but there were ants about I couldn’t
pee on them, lowly as they might be they are still living
things and one has to show respect; the unspoken logic
of dignity. But not all human evacuations are wasteful,
as a child on the farm we used human waste fertilize
potatoes and carrots field and reaped great abundance
from a grateful soil. But I did pee up against an olive tree
a pale looking tree that needed all the help it could get.
Self-respect is vital it is an unwritten law and those who
breaks lose their humanity the thin line between man
and beast, I think it is more worthy to chop a man’s head
off then urinate on his corps; as death self perpetuating
and does not help to accentuate to point.
Categories:
squander, satire,
Form: Blank verse