If there’s a dump truck and a car,
Car’s sure at greater risk by far.
A soldier thick headed
Who cannot think ahead,
To whom boundaries and borders bar,
Thinks, let Pak be the truck,
Let India’s car get struck,
So thought a general-five-star
To whom stars were gifted
For getting defeated--
How low things in that country are.
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Happenings |43.08.2025| allusion, car, humour
Note: Pakistan’s Field Martial unwittingly called India a shining Mercedes and Pakistan a dump truck. He was of course heavily trolled in his country and all over the world. How he gave India, a rival, such a compliment? This limerick guesses on his possible thick-headed reasoning.
Days and miles pass by
All routines get by
Some smooth, some rough
Bittersweet, just enough.
But this void remains,
Memories with murky stains
Reminiscing you
When I don't want to.
Those brown eyes
Sparkled so mischievous,
Bursting into giggles
At ever joke I fumbled.
We were silly and chaotic,
But acted elegant and poetic.
Miss us being absurd,
Thick-headed and wayward.
Embarrassing those with us
Making those around, envious.
These words remain forever
Unsaid, my unfinished chapter,
As I fail to answer why
You left without goodbye.
A stream flows by the ancient oak, a steadfast soul remains,
A heart of the forest, a living log, a cover that still sustains.
The redwood of old growth, a verdant menagerie,
Simple in its English name, yet rich in its legacy.
My lowly view,
Navigating slippery slopes, salamanders in their hue.
They dart in and out of holes, in the clay they seek Refuge,oid debris, their world they won't subdue.
The forest boasts of many kinds, each with its unique feature,
The young maintain their heritage, with the plantation as their teacher.
Expecting watchful eyes, some wear their feelings on their face,
Their composure reveals their thoughts, their feelings they can't erase.
In nature's design, many depend on the old oak's shape,
Each creature with a purpose, none existing out of place.
Some salamanders are short, thick-headed and round,
Living and dying inside the wooden cavity they've found.
Others, with huge heads, delve deeper inside,
Breathing in the oak's heritage, rooted and never denied.
And as she watches from afar, she can't denie that those large
Head's can't get inside of what she feels inside.
Missing.
A word that used to mean nothing.
Now it means everything.
Missing. It chills my blood.
Are you still alive?
Are you gone?
Will we find remains?
Will we ever know?
If you were unhappy, I did not know it.
You did not give any inkling of this.
Was I too thick-headed to see?
Or were you taken?
My sleep is fitful.
I am up and down all night.
Staring out at stars.
Wondering if you see them.
The worst scenario comes back often into my mind.
A white skull in a pile of leaves, found in November
During hunting season.
It is almost the end of August. Where are you?
A stream flowing through the old oak tree is still alive.
The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log
and complicated cover which I lowered)
of rich redwood of old green growth
the menagerie where these forests are in English it is simple.
Once of the lower order I climb up to be exchanged.
Decrease slippery many salamanders for example,
going in and out of the mouth of holes in the clay.
Fighting it depends on the rough ligneous wreckage.
Many kinds are compared to the forest
where the plantation and other young person maintain
social structural their heritage and are managed,
at least temporarily.
It is expected some watching while a few others
all over one maintains their feelings, facial composure.
Being natural, the dependence of many more of the same
but different shapes to the feature of the old forest.
Some salamanders are short thick headed and round.
It lived and died inside, the wooden cavity of the oak.
Others with heads to huge were lowered deeper inside.
Before, perhaps, it's empty when full catching breath because
of the heritage which remains there it is there rooted mainly.
Caught red-handed, but he knew what to do!
"The dog ate my homework"' once worked for me too.
But for federal and international crime,
Hardly a kid's assignment, I guess he does not know
that.
Let alone the city he is in, nor the time.
The pretense, the lack of integrity!
Now covered by "oh, he stutters, you know?"
I am insulted by this sham and this elderly ham.
Is that how thick headed an American
He believes I and many others am?
10/20/2020
Opus #4
Daddy Was a Poet!
He's been gone, decades now.
Beneath God's greenery he sleeps.
His daughter, I, thick-headed,
Now stands and vainly weeps.
I saw his heart open like a lovely rose.
Bountiful amounts of times.
I saw his heart weep torrents of rain.
Daddy so felt other peoples' pain!
I thank him now for this inheritance,
I just never understood till today!!
What a great joy it shall be for me
To meet my Daddy in heaven and
To thank him....and walk celestial ways.
Panagiota Romios
5/1/2019
9:00am PST
The world revolves around me.
They listen when I'm silent
and they're quiet when I shout.
From a seed to a sprout.
I hate the crowd, the noises.
A bunch of thick-headed nuisances.
I'm better, but they don't believe.
The sprout forms the leaves.
I love to please the people.
Their praises feed my ego
but I don't sleep well at night.
A flower blooms bright.
The world and I co-exist,
we'll fight then make it up.
Mindfulness is an attribute.
The flower bears fruit.
Sunweed
Sunflower sprouted happiness yet only just a weed,
a gardens hated nemisis this beloved bad seed.
Mimicking society using others resources to feed,
erected thick headed sunlight thief of greed...
Metaphorically speaking, this I do believe,
a sunflowered populace thrives to deceive.
Just as a flower unable to uproot and leave,
starving in the shadow behind this weed it grieves...
If your love were a flame
I'd allow it to blaze through me
and singe the edges of my heart
with it's sweltering fierceness
but your admiration
is a thick-headed icicle
shaped to weather any firestorm
ignited by adoring hands
how gelid it is
to be loved by a man
frozen with incompetence,
too cool to burn
Thick headed? Who? Me?
Well, maybe, check my ears,
and you will see,
Grade A concrete,
Thick and fast,
Not too sure,
How long my neck will last.
You’re my one and everything.
My dreams led my straight to you.
When I’m lost and can’t find the way.
No matter how hard it gets.
Forever you’re always there.
There are only brief moments in time that people see the real me.
You know all my deepest secrets and dreams.
Loving me for who I’ am and what I’m not.
Brings me down to you’re feet.
For a sinner’s heart you will still forgive.
Sometimes I get stubborn and thick headed.
I’ll push everyone aside when I’m hurt.
But you still see right through me.
You catch me when I’m falling.
After a long day feeling tired and restless, so I can grow strong.
Every breath I take is only because of you.
I can’t explain you’re boundless love for it is eternal blessing to all.
I fall every time when I mess up.
I feel weak against the world.
I break down when I can't find the answer.
I lose myself.
I get blinded and run into the wall.
I sin just like everyone else.
I cry when it hurts.
I get thick headed and stubborn.
I run when I can’t be brave.
I push myself to hard.
I fear many things.
I am not perfect.
I get angry when someone pushes me.
I trip over and hit the ground.
I have God in my life and without him.
I become nothing.
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