MIDNIGHT MUNCHIES! I’M IN A TERRIBLE JAM….
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At midnight, my stomach grumbled
With snacks in the pantry, I fumbled
On the shelves high and low,
Chocolate cookies. Say no!
But tripped on my cat and then tumbled!
Toward the fridge I tiptoed with glee,
For it holds a treasure trove for me.
There's a jar of sweet jam, tight
I’m stuck with tasteless yam, terrible plight!
With spoon and my cravings, an eating spree!
Oh, the brownies were calling my name.
They ‘made me’ lose the dieter’s game.
Each chocolate bite I took,
My belly constantly shook,
Now my waistline will never be the same!
The mind has peaks
no Sherpa knows
sudden drops
where thoughts
thin out
like oxygen
at twenty thousand feet.
Avalanche thoughts
bury certainty.
Your grip tears skin
on ice-sharp edges
of almost-understanding.
Below are the
crevasses deep
as yesterday's regrets,
echoing
familiar voices
lost in white.
Wind cuts through
the space between
base camp comfort
and what
waits above
the death zone.
Frostbite burns
circle your fingertips
the attempt
to hold
what altitude
has already
stolen.
Only the fallen
know the weight of thin air.
Only the hanging
over glacier cracks
know the value
of solid ground.
This terrible geography
some must
navigate alone.
I hate tempests, unless I'm cosy in bed.....by poet
The tempest raged around the lighthouse
I was the sentinel of the place, hoping the lights flashed.
Unfortunately, it provided me with very little shelter.
Outside, wild waves pounded the rugged rocks.
Some stinging sleet fell piling up on the ledges,
Penetrating the broken wide wind-broken windows.
Nothing to do but wait till all will be over.
It took some time, and I could not phone my wife.
She would always imagine something bad would take place.
Nothing to do but hope and pray.
Three hours later, I was home and thoroughly drenched.
My bewildered wife looked at me, wondering.
She pushed me under the shower, removed my wet clothes.
Then came warm pyjamas and coffee laced with some alcohol,
Her hopes had weathered fears, her love complete.
Placed 1
Once upon, in the night,
Gazing at the stars and the sky,
Recalling all what happened,
Thinking about the past and the present,
Makes me really cry...
It's what called the life.
I wish I could have its control,
What, when and how,
Then it wouldn't have made me lose,
What was in the life's spoon,
I want to be me -only me,
But to my surprise,
It's what my family denies.
Thanks to the thought of future,
Which gives me a last hope,
To be alive.
But it's when I realized,
That it was a terrible joke,
Played by my life.
I said Oh! What a sweet bitter life.
Losing all those precious friends and memories,
And remembering those days which never came back,
Literally made my heart sank.
I must say Life is really a terrible sweet joke which you can never regain.
A bat cries differently,
eats fruits,
gliding, hanging insectivore,
Jackal-Kite, living mammal, nursing offspring, pup , quarrelsome, rodent species, terrible, umbrella vampire, winged xebec, yearn zoo .
Soldiers are terrible the young boy was told
Wizened and angry, their faces scared and old
But he met a young soldier named Tommy Lee
He gave lessons in life, hope, and a bit of candy
So the boy no longer believed all soldiers were bad
This optimistic ray of sun reminded him of his dad.
I was off to a terrible start
A first date with odiferous fart
'til she made it quite clear
as her curfew drew near
That a fart's not the way to 'er heart!
Inspired by Jan Allison...
heard a parable
which had been unbearable
sounding terrible
they would enable
you to hide under a table
which was in a stable
when you will appall
where you have started to stall
like humpty may fall
Lahaina leveled.. We see and hear; official tears
And maybe smears?? Melted glass temp 2000c.!
Yet plastic bins survived and also many trees?
(Thiugh dead inside?) one right
Above where two houses stood, metal car rims melted,
Things dont look; like they should.? Some firefighters
Say they have never worked..' And seen this kind of stuff
In spoteaneous events, so whats) or whos at work?? On
Some fiveteen fires this patterns been seen.' Not just
Random stuff, glad there are some out there keen. To see
What others arn't reporting.' Like garbage cans missing yet
No pools of plastic, to such lengths of searching they have
Resorted.' I hear the guvernor has passed ( a no sunshine
Law?) Its to block inhabitants reporting.? That must get
Them sore..' So many lost familiy lives and homes, when
They need compassion to recount.' To attempt a closure.?
Yet they find that opportunity (is owned?) I cant reconcile I
Can't apply usual values here: is it just absurd to even try?
The harsh pains of terrible toothache
No human nor humanoid can fake.
The "oh!" are real, the "Ah!" and "Jeesus!,"
Caries of the Bad Tooth for scissors!
Sufferer's cheeks feel the agony;
Puffed up in pursuit of harmony:
So also the eyes above: quite scared,
For the bad much the teeth have been dared.
Sympathizers say "Avoid sugar."
I, Hindhu, who can't shun our Yoga."
Now, cries seller of its drug "No...No,
Extraction quite wrong: more shall go!"
Men by no means licensed Dentists:
Are they handing out truths or their twists?
One thing is sure: Dentists don't like them
And long had learnt to call one problem
"If you're ready for quick extraction
The Dental service, no distraction."
past knoxville and idaho city there are a pair of adorable nitwits.
townspeople refer to them as kooky oddballs, a couple of twits.
their name is easy to learn. she is backward ditz; he is fritz.
brown eyes are lop-sided, their glances can be the pits.
watch out! cautions their neighbor, they will bore you to bits.
they showed up one day unexpectedly during a neighboring blitz.
I heard they were parisians, but another told me they are brits.
fritz can do a weird almost-hand-stand, and ditz does the splits.
twits do not put on airs; neither abides by the ritz or any glitz.
they eat bland foods like porridge, oatmeal, and plain grits.
calico cats come to them all the time, presenting them with kits.
their fighting is so common, their eyes are swollen to slits.
fritz likes to knit, so their house is full of junk that he knits.
afghans, scarves, hats, potholders, and unusable oven mitts.
ditz does not wash her hair, so it is full of lice, bugs and nits.
also have zits, and they have performed some really weird skits.
Awaken in a dead of night,
I dreamt of a child dying.
While setting on my bed,
My spirit started crying.
I went back to sleep,
Not feeling very good.
While dreaming all about,
A death within my hood.
Net times
solid tears
merciless war
demented minds
human involution... !
I only speak french to people i think i have seen before
They visited my soul,
my sleepless nights.
Demarcated events
that I didn't participate,
events forced me
to feel what I didn't feel...
They offered me love
that misrepresented me,
promised me what
I never wanted... They
Came to me in dreams,
Were unfaithful
to my real wishes,
and after all
they left me unsatisfied
to screw with others
souls...
thank God, everything
It was a dream,
it's over if... !
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