The bus is only practical
If you’re not in a hurry.
If time is of the essence,
Then your mind will fill with worry.
Aside from all the local stops,
The passengers board slowly
And don’t know how to swipe or tap –
Annoying! Holy moly!
A number are quite elderly,
While others come with strollers
Or luggage clogging up the aisle
Or shopping carts on rollers.
If you’re in luck, your driver
Will be practiced, moving fast,
But more likely he’ll be insecure,
Afraid of squeezing past
All the trucks and taxis double-parked
And blocking up the street.
You’ll sit there knowing you’ll be late
If someone you must meet.
It’s better on the subway,
Though, of course, it’s underground,
But it’s best if there’s a walking
Destination to be found.
At the vanity I sit
While my radio plays hits
A blank canvas stares back
Time for some beauty hacks
I hope the gods can hear my pleas
As I sit here and try to tweeze
An eyebrow shape that isn’t messy
Not too shabby, not too dressy
Some mascara and primer
And just a little bit of liner
A swipe of cherry lip gloss
I apply it in a cross cross
Dab, cover up, and powder
I turn my music up louder
It’s not just habitual
It’s a daily ritual
A repetitive task
Just to put on a mask
But it makes me feel good
Quite more than it should
I squeeze into a skinny dress
Beauty is a pain I guess
Even so, I’ll still impress
I’m not even gonna stress
Because even when I’m a mess
I gotta say I still look blessed
Just need a bit of setting spray
And I’m ready to take on the day
Eyeshadow specks gracing the floor
Glitter and gemstone diamonds galore
I glance at the mirror as I walk out the door
I’m looking my best but who’s keeping score
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The pain will fade and eventually go.
The bruises too will cease to show.
Whispers of "sorry" given with a smile.
Will again make me stay for a while.
Fearing another swipe of his hand.
wondering this time where will it land.
My body is weak, too tired to cry.
Stay out of his way and don’t defy.
The fear of tomorrow is worse today.
With nowhere to go I can only stay.
I must obey every evil command.
Pray for the help of a gentle hand.
Again he is sorry but do I believe?
My mind says get out now, Leave.
I flee the house as quick as I can.
Right into the arms of another man.
Stumbling and shaking I nearly trip.
Takes me to his home. I see his whip.
a lone ancient dark night
Your engine stumbles
rumbles, coughs to a stop
so close to E
The gas pump, blocky, digital
smells of gasoline
like a primordial dance
an intercourse of machines
rape of a Mesozoic age, processed
Petrol in a tank, deep
Swipe card, digital hum of circuitry
Choose your poison, your savor
Buttons—regular, premium,
Reek of diesel
Corruption
So many fingers have touched
that white square button
almost flesh-looking
White, pale, cracked, peeling
The horror of the mundane
You need to touch it
You want to
You have to
You have places to go
And miles before you sleep…
It's said, "The world will bleed away."
It bleeds and bleeds—one pint a day.
A blood as bland as monochrome,
as voices in an echo-dome.
The drooling masses lap it up.
And lick the anchor's shiny cup.
With honeyed words that tickle ears.
Or doomsday chants, neurotic fears.
One pint a spew of ink on page;
the next a clip to bait our rage.
More deep-fake, cheap-fake, viral slop,
all gobbled up without a thought.
They swipe until their thumbs fall numb.
Each point-less short a tasty crumb.
And reach into their crinkly bag,
to find a byte with which to brag.
It flows and flows—a crimson hue.
False words—a bitter cud to chew.
When idle hour courts lazy mind,
and sightless ones dare lead the blind.
When wars are waged on field and screen.
Whilst rumor mills redraw the scene.
It's said, "The world will bleed away."
The things I see—I fear it may.
Dare poke the bear, rattle the cage,
Time will slink away to shun you.
For the fight is more rant than rage.
Dare poke the bear!
Friends will cringe and flinch at your blew.
Ignoring pleas from wise old sage,
You've bitten more than you can chew.
So let the swing and swipe in cage.
Suffice to quell your hoodoo brew,
Before it poisons all on stage.
Dare poke the bear!
A sleazy greedy cheating single-minded
lying used car salesman with ambition
had higher aspiration hopes
of a top managerial position
altho' customer trust was a must
as the fast-talking low-life archetype
his focus was on moving their money
into his pocket with one fell swipe
so to move as much merchandise
as a man can possibly do
while on rota to meet his quota
he'd advertise low mileage good as new
yet of the hundred motors or more
parked polished outdoors and on show
when viewers knew not what to purchase
and wanting a coupe which would go
as prospective buyers they'd ask in dismay
the pointed all-important question
'Which car should I buy, of those on display?'
he would reply, 'Try my auto suggestion.'
Taps light up the screen,
endless worlds in my pocket
swipe, and dreams take flight
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As the last thread of darkness bids
farewell, it took a swipe at their
peaks,
A thick coat of mist casts a wet blanket
over their faces and swiftly leaves,
Then, out comes the glow of Dawn’s
first golden rays cascading warmth all
over them,
Giant guardians of the earth, through
it all, the mountains stood in silence,
Dawn by the Mountainside, both beautiful
and harsh, taught me a lesson in patience
and endurance.
As the world awakes, songbirds herald
in the break of a new day,
A gentle wind begins to stir, caressing
everything in its way,
Leaves from the valley's tall trees made
a soft musical sound,
And the sunlight glistened as it danced
across the winding river,
Oh, dawn by the mountainside is full of
treasures I’m blessed to have found.
In nature’s open space of solitude and
serenity, worries melt away,
And hearts can find peace in the
graceful beauty of its view,
So, walk by where the mountains stand
in the early morn,
For dawn by the Mountainside,
refreshes the soul and ignites the fire
in the heart, making you feel alive and
spankingly anew.
by Zyrool
Fury for the masses
a static hum blares
through the digital ether
fingers swipe
left then right
hearts race
pixelated chaos
unfurling black flags fly!
An electric storm
of fury?
a parade of images blinding
a pixel
a pulse
a scream?
shadows of war loom large?
A darkness-play
on the walls of our minds!
Fragments of lives
broken and whole?
Spiraling through
glassy screams
each face a mask!
Fury for the masses?
Red hats dance n chat
dead eyes wide...
A wild dance of resistance
to reclaim all our hearts
From the void...only
Fury for the masses...
a Digital Haze!
My heart belongs to the Red River girl,
with her smile and her eyes ever bright.
Her long hair in a Red River curl,
how I long to be holding her tight.
I know by her kind eyes of blue
that I won't let her out of my sight,
and I hope she will always be true,
but first, she must decide to swipe right.
Like two flowers dancing in symphony
with the wind that cradles their feelings
they move about untouched. Unaffected
by the wisdom, deceit and judgement
of a world that is so opinionated.
A softness reflect in their gaze
in their reverence for each other.
Their chemistry melts my aching heart
As they beam in their simplicity, an
Innocence that can’t be ignored.
I wonder how on earth can we have
a manifestation of love so unearthly?!
Is this God’s way of expressing that
Love is not lost despite desperate efforts
to swipe mankind off from its face?
Like rain quenching a thirsty earth,
I continue to marvel at the two
As they bask in their own freedom
in their own orbs, own phases of life
embodying the paradise, we all dream of.
Beneath the banner "FREE TO CHOOSE,"
algorithms hum what thoughts to lose—
a labyrinth of tailored streets
where every turn pretends it’s mete.
The app says "yes" but limits "no",
while search bars choke what seeds might grow.
Drop-down menus mock the "free"—
liberty’s a loading spree.
We swipe left through infinite feeds,
terrified to close the apps we’ve kneeled.
The tightest chains are coded thoughts:
ghostwriters scripting what we’re not.
-
As one more year is fading out and time swiftly flies like a speeding bird, I wish all my friends a New Year of Health, Happiness and all blessings of God!
As the midnight bells sweetly chime,
Our hearts leap and sing in joyous rhyme.
The Year 2025, like a sweet babe is born,
Exhorting each one of us to be reborn.
Sad and sweet memories of the past linger
Many have lost their dear lives, last year
Thoughts of them make our eyes moist with tear
Thank God for granting us yet another year!
Break loose n’ cast aside all binding ropes
Embrace the new dawn with fresh hopes
Look to the East and see the glow of light
Let sun’s golden beams swipe away the night.
Today’s dawn fills us all with gladness
Scrubbing away every trace of sadness
Let new resolutions dance in hopeful eyes,
Like fireworks that ignite the darkened skies.
May fanciful dreams sprout and swell in every heart
Spread wings wide and into sky like an eagle dart.
May the New Year fill you with lots of cheer
And grant you with everything, you hold dear!
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