Attended a garden party
full of fun
from dusk 'til dawn
filled with laughter
next door on the lawn
awoke the morning after
the night before
arose to wash
my hands and face
packed my bag
just in case
all was quiet
around the house
nothing heard
not even the spouse
what now where next
who really knows
always the eternal question
allow me now to propose
I'm open to suggestion
Just how could no one, not understand this
Why is the world so full of uncaring greeds
Will we ever realise the earth more than this
It can always provide everyone's own needs
What we leave behind tomorrow is our choice
Sharing the earth bounty should be the choice
Was there ever a reason to steal this land
There's too much that no one needs to own
To take everything, then leave a barren land
Leaving behind a place where's nothing grown
It's time to stop this sense of needless greed
Nothing, worse wasting more than you need
passing from the back-pointless posession *
* based on my active & close knowledge of 80+ years
My young blind date thought he was hilarious
His antics were corny, ridiculously overdone and nefarious
Mother thought he was charmingly gregarious.
Why don’t you date him? Suggested Uncle Darius.
Longing for the taste of maple,
New England's sweet and tasty staple?
I am here to kindly mention
considering the Belgian invention.
Take a pancake: for heaven's sake,
it makes your syrup form a lake.
The solution really is so simple.
Fill your flapjack up with dimples.
Wouldn't it be truly awful
to have no dimples in your waffle?
Hey.' this about more than a storm in a tea-cup.'
I think it merits, we all give them a look up.'
Dane Wiggington's been digging, into actions
I find quite un-forgiving, into storm cycle gyration
That can strike upon Nations.' Visting disaster
Maybe being vigilant now.? Will defend against
A real bad climate here-after.?
Everyone thought we were more than bros,
But really we're hopeless hoes.
Turkeys' Thanksgiving Suggestions
A month before the thanksgiving party,
All turkeys met in their community
To plan how to stop people,
Cooking them as foods for all,
For there are other fowls in their county.
Mr. Gobble had a smart suggestion
To have them ducks’ and chicken’s rotation,
Everybody then wore wigs,
Imitated sounds of pigs,
But they forgot to hide tails' expansions.
Freedom
In the story
Is sought..
But seemingly
Stories confine..
Although a shift
Suggesting freedom
May occur with
The notice of
A story as story...
By My Suggestion Congestion
Horn Haiku
by my suggestion
are symptoms of congestion
and indigestion
Suggestion
Is a softening..
Words
Hinting emptiness
Lacking a path
Or prescription..
Not a teaching
But a few words
Arising and
Available for
No one...
How never ending is space-time cycle!
and think how long our lives are in it's light?
We happened to meet in eternity
No train to go, clouds to pour rain all night
Chennai is six hundred kilometers
You can't walk up to that in any case.
This waiting room we're in, is a blessing
We can't bring trains willingly to this place
This backward station and we're passengers
Only two; I feel much lonely, and you?
Think, in centuries' continuation
We're here alone for a night, what's the clue?
Now, why are you sitting aside from me?
Are you satisfied with these barren scenes?
Both of us have to return, we're alone!
we are alone, it's raining on intervenes!
I understand whispering of these drops
I love it very much when the lightning strikes
Put your bag down, understand need of time
It's eleven O' clock, what the rest night likes?
28 September 2022
Ever wonder what happens to suggestions
Dropped in your employers’ slotted box?
They are extracted and read with questions
Seldom answered is somewhat orthodox,
Proposals by the great, “unwashed” masses
Of underlings seeking more remuneration,
Gutsy enough to speak, these lower classes,
Indeed, to want a scheduled, paid vacation!
Imagine a thirty-minute lunch break, I laugh,
Extending the law-provided ten-minute take
Or double pay for overtime? Surely, they jest
For all the silly complaints they love to make.
More work, I say!--simply what you do best
With my feet on my desk, I’m taking a rest!
Written August 9, 2022
I have a suggestion
based on a question
Just how put out would you be?
If our great nation
declared a media vacation
To let us relax, reload and be free
Four weeks would be fine
five or six even better
~ Let’s start a chain letter
Struggle and Survive;
Or Sit there, lose and die.
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