An avocado is not a vegetable,
botanically, it's classified as a fruit,
specifically, a large single-seeded berry,
although it's a fact you may wish to dispute,
your opinion is neither here nor there
as, take it or leave it,
it's what's known as a 'pear'.
And yet, should everything go pear-shaped,
don't blame the avo, it's not at fault,
for, whichever way you slice it,
it still tastes good with pepper and salt.
Zero and one
It's either fear or loyalty
None or all
Unless you don't smell
You should be able to spell
Forget probability
There isn't a chance of half
All have got to take it a turn
Take it or leave it
Everyone is good living for one
Those who fake it
Never come with a gain
They all end up with sparkling vain
For the cruels
Are the easy scary dwells
And of those that are kind
Each got a peaceful mind
But while the enemy of my enemy
Has become my friend
And who is that?
God
Am gonna cope with the irony of life
Which per chance cum treats of genuine love
Like a seeming old imaginary bold story
Life is binary!
If clothes make the man,
a fig leaf did not do a lot for Adam,
who, in a state of undress,
had no choice of madam.
With no one else to impress,
take it or leave it,
if you can believe,
there was only one
and she was Eve.
If he was, 'first come, first served',
also, 'he who laughs last',
he didn't have much to chuckle about,
after he became an Eden outcast.
TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT
I may be thought aloof and cold
Maybe even more so, as I’m old
Not dull lead, nor yet shiny gold
Perhaps a weird sense of humour
Yet all along, it may be a tumour
If unsure, I will never just leave it
I’m well educated, that’s for sure
On this, never challenged before
Perhaps I was ever seeking more
But knowledge, it’s not all by far
Self confidence, not being a star
I aimed high and I did achieve it
I feel love, some may say muted
But to superficial I am less suited
As in depths, my mind is rooted
Yet I will still look for inspiration
As life offers so little explanation
Me, lovable, I’d hardly believe it
paint yourself into
a corner then did you have fun
watching the paint dry
oh someone is left
outside in the cold ~ nothing
to write home about
take it or leave it
I have bigger fish to fry ~
yum trout almondine
he hit a dead end ~
no hit a brick wall crash and
burn gone down in flames
I come unstuck with
that ~ come to grief end in tears
~ he was a cold fish
Love generously grants with ease
Thrill of a stolen kiss,
But doesn't come with guarantee
Of lasting joyful bliss.
Love tests with ambiguous quirks -
From playful to insane.
If we stay to endure, it works,
Reward outweighs the pain.
Take it or leave it, up to you -
I'd rather take the fall.
To feel the fervour flaring through -
Is worth risking it all.
So followed I quests from above,
Thrilled by a stolen kiss.
The one that led to you, my love,
Warrants our lasting bliss.
March 5, 2023
Seems love's a very good topic for a poem
People know the subject really well
We all have separate thoughts about love
Those that are obsessed, you can tell
Women as they age can take-it-or-leave-it
With men, it's a real different ball game
From puberty to the age of a centenarian
Their loins are constantly aflame
So how do we solve this obvious disparity
This age old problem that exists
The only time it gets to be a real problem
Is when she says no and he insists
Arguments ensue and nothing gets solved
Both go to sleep feeling angry
We must understand the needs of each other
Been going on for centuries, frankly
This is not exactly your typical love poem
An anti-love poem so to speak
It will never be like a fairy tale happening
It still can bring both to the peak
Who the hell is Etty Ket
To keep interfering in my life?
I keep hearing its not Etty Ket
From my very soon to be wife.
I bet she was a Victorian
With a long pointy nose
Red flanellette bloomers
And long stripey hose.
One of those very worthies
Who, year after year
Just couldn't resist
That urge to interfere.
Oh the embarrassments
At odd times of my life,
Eating soup with the wrong spoon
Or fish with the wrong knife.
I've laughed when I shouldn't,
Wished that I was dead,
Stood there in horror
Face glowing scarlet red,
Having absently committed
Some perceived heinous crime,
Just an ignorant peasant
Trapped by the rules of
A more stiff and formal time.
Etty Ket thanks to you
I've gone through times of stress
But now I've reached an age
When I couldn't care any less.
So now I wear desert wellies
All the year round
And I wear odd socks
When a pair can’t be found,
Spill food down my pullie
And don’t give a damn
Take it or leave it
For I am what I am.
Life’s too short to worry
You’re dismissed out of hand,
Farewell Etty Kett, get back
To your Cloud Cuckoo Land.
Not long ago, I met an old man
Life is hard and easy, go with it
Take it or leave it, said the old man
Take it or leave it, one can understand
I recall the old man who said it
Life can be rough and soft too when you stand
Having a hard life, one can take
The old man said, keep it or leave it
Living for life, one may not make
Having a soft life, not rough at all
Said the old man, continue with it
Adjust your time, not the actual time that fall
If I go back, past will never return
The old man said, contemplate on it
If I look back, people are already in the urn
I wish to meet the old man again before I go
Take it or leave it, and live with it
The old man said, not long ago
I'll always remember the old man, wherever I go
I am not a poet
Just a drawing board
Painting model with my noble pen
Beyond the scope of fame with aim
Like a loyal pretender
I am not a poet
But a sick mind
Seeking refuge in art
Not to go totally blind
Without life in my heart
I am not a poet
Rather, I am a noise maker
Whose pen is a sword
Yet, can't hunt for games
Or go near the den
I am not a poet
Let me say this clearly
I don't write cavalierly
Neither do I ink intelligibly
Though, I won't stop jogging in my closet
I am not a poet
Take it or leave it
Running will come naturally
Then voices will sing
My classical KING forever...
Maybe a role reversal would be in order
And us guys could take it or leave it
Whatta mind-blowing experience that would be
The ladies simply couldn't conceive it
Exciting? You ain't just whistling Dixie
There's a stirring deep down in my loins
Sexual in nature maybe my jockeys are too tight
Sometimes I let out a few oinks
Sure would be great to see how that works out
To turn the tables on the ladies
I'd say, “I have a bad headache, maybe December
Right now I'm baking some pastries”
Can you just imagine the look on their faces
They'd start to grovel and whimper
“It's already August, not too long to wait
Before you know it, it'll be winter!”
See, my dear sweeties! How do you like it
To be at the other end of the dial
Can't tell you how much fun that would be
I'd never be able to wipe off the smile
The shining sun’s luminous effulgence
remains unknown but for a reflection
reminding the great star of its brilliance,
signalling need of manifestation,
that The one consciousness feels elation.
Take it or leave it, so say the scriptures,
in this reflected world, caricatures
as entities, assuming feeble form,
know not their true immense, boundless stature
until so feeling, bliss magnetism warm.
26-June-2021
reflections condense in the mist of time
it is what it seems to be in prismatic recoil
and then another broken shard mirrors
illusions of self-centred sparkling confusion
when the lime light turns into a sour brew
of convictions denied their valid conclusion
where necessary and sufficient lacks clarity
an olive branch reaches out to impermanence
translucent and ephemeral certainty levitates
flies against tides and currents in stormy repose
a surrender to ignorant dogma gathers a glimpse
of what reality is and how to stoke change and reprieve
parabolic contention yields new paradigms and hope
the dialectic wheel turns ever faster and spins new yarns
squares a circle of never-ending angles and perspectives
dizzying heights wait for the patient purveyor of peace
25th November 2020
I bargained for apples at lesser price,
said she with a smile “Take it or leave it!”
“they are so delicious and bigger size!”
I bargained for apple at lesser price,
She and I had already dated thrice,
I was there for her and she knew it!
I bargained for apples at lesser price,
said she with a smile “Take it or leave it”!
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sponsor Edward Ibeh
written 01/11/2020
theme - Hobson’s Choice
ABaAabAB
10 syllables per line poetry soup syllable counter
Your grace
your love
we need this daily lord
when we can have
a new way to start
our day and life
take a deep breath in
relax and just listen
to what Gods trying
to say to you
he'll make your day
brighter and fuller
with his grace and love
this is what he wants
to offer you
everyday goes by
will you take it or leave it
or pass the day by
but I want the grace
and love
from God above,
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