Main tod leti agar tu gulab hota ??
Main arpan kar deti khudko ,
aagar tu mera hota ??
Jo sath rehena ka wada kiya tha tune, kash woh nibha diya hota??
Kash woh sache pyar ka dekha ,
thoda oor kar diya hota ?
Tera jane ke baad jo tu aapne yaad chod gaya ,
kash woh aapne sath le gaya hota ??
Aagar us din tu mujhe yu chhodke na gaya hota,
toh aaj mera hat tera hato main hota??
Aaj bhi aagar koi tujh jesa dekh jata hai mujhe ,
toh may sochti hu ki kash woh tu hota ??
Main aaj bhi tera galat shikwe bhula du
aagar tu mera pass wapas aaya hota ??
Within me was raw matter, and not cold suet,
Another’s fat denies my juicing muscles neat;
Hormones - chemistry kissing crude physiology,
With cells bursting in sociology’s colour - biology.
Never harming the idempotent individual as god,
Nature veers and steers, within, away from tod;
Yet claiming rugged, sheer beauty, by piercing air,
Exquisite scenes of eloquence give glimpse fair.
Primal mover’s first move appropriates the span,
Whilst questioning the prerogative by his face tan,
Freedom twice reminds the kin of liberty’s quest,
Enveloping the partaker, guest, in free will, blest.
Truth never fetishes, fondles, or offsets in grief,
But is there, existing in differentiation in belief -
Never superseding its personable chief of portrait,
It sculpts the panorama reckoned in true straight.
Always thought God's an odd bod
Untruths like hoofs stuck in a clod
Over us aloof just run roughshod
So don't give love above the nod
No proof where Angels ever trod
More encores from the laws of sod
Each church on a perch made a wad
Will besmirch then constantly prod
Tribal bible merch from God squad
Us all in the lurch bait on their rod
We're all just peas in the same pod
No merry on sherry on vicar's quad
Fickle like feather tickle of Ken Dodd
As through the strife of life we plod
Always been more rocker than mod
But still we are all carriers of the hod
As yes ultimately we're all on our tod
Because yes confess there is no God
So will Ben be back to lead his men?
Stacks of hacks chiding with their pen
Question all asking time & time again!
Key and Baz hiding in their ECB den
Riled echo chamber dialled up to ten
Let us know and if not now then when!
Fall of Bazball no longer a verdant glen
Now bogged down in a waterlogged fen
Astounds as Baz all about pounds or yen
Folks a coup by you know who should ken
Stokes came first not the egg but’s the hen
Spicier than wasabi with his kemosabe zen
ECB on their tod as it all crumbles yet again
So odd sod the fans & their God called Ben
If is the end than ECB to hell we send Amen
Don't give a jot or
A sod this lot
On your tod..just nod
Seedier greedier leaders
Stun..Shun the Needier
Not just down trodden
Sodden...run roughshod
Beseech each of those clowns..down
In the dumps chumps who chose
Plumps for stealthy
Leeches who teaches
Fools at our schools
Only the wealthy can stay healthy
No education for the nation
Uses...abuses..eschews..media issues..then sues
Argy bargy - sarky malarkey ensues
Bemuses readers…forsake news as fake
It's a Maga Saga ruse for f**ks sake
No immigration...deplore integration
To restore order…close the border
Hardcore race riot diet of denigration
Likes 60's generation segregation
Damnation not salvation..just devastation
Tod turkey; a committed drama king
Loved parties for the fun that he could bring
So this Halloween
Tod Turkey was seen
With a fake severed head beneath his wing
Though Tod was praised for that scary effect
Thanksgiving’s given him time to reflect
An oven that’s hot
Is precisely what
A bird who tempts fate should come to expect
But then Tod turkey had a stroke of luck
He cleverly escaped the dreaded pluck
He ran fast to survive
Singing Staying Alive
But did he see out Christmas - Did he f—
I love a good movie, I honestly do
I’d watch one alone and I’d watch one with you
Adventure or Western, perhaps a film noir,
A comedy suited to my Ma and Pa
I like a good Thriller, a detective drama
A tale of vendetta, of justice or Khama
I do enjoy Horror, I rather like gruesome
And stories of outlaws or some wayward twosome
And thrill me with gunfights, a street brawl or two
A hideous death for the bad guy will do
I do love a story, exciting or fun
Not just an excuse for firing a gun
Okay, I confess that I like those films too
In which gangsters shoot up a hullabaloo
But the plot is the crux, it’s what makes my mind smile
You can’t just have guns going off all the while
It’s pouring outside and pretty damned cold
A night in with Netflix has gotten me sold
So let’s watch a movie; forget going out
Let’s sit down and see what ‘John Wicks’ is about
*
Well, she’s gone to bed and I’m sat on my tod
Most of the cast are conversing with God
I have to confess that this shoot-em-up rave
Is gonna go down… as a personal fave!
quick sight… caught
a creamy, frothy tail
skulking behind bins
caramel
this creeping tod
wry trickery, claw
prowl and sly, brazen
he's getting too brave
soon…
a knock on the door
I vaguely heard it
Almost a whisper
“TOD – twelve twenty nine”
“but wait” I shouted
“I’m still here”
“DON’T…..pull that sheet up!”
“Stop whispering”
“I can still hear you”.
“You guys are gonna be in so much trouble
When I tell Mom”.
“I’m never playin’ Doctor with you guys again.
John G Lawless
7/12/2023
in everything I do, I think of her,
in laughter, in grief and in still silence,
is part of me, like language to grammar,
in my body, in mind, in deep conscience.
in physical no more, she is long gone!
is the abject essence of life and death,
that truth is written the day we are born,
inconvenient fact we forget each breath.
her time travelled brain and ticking wisdom,
like invisible hands of nature’s clock,
abundant love in motherly kingdom,
she sheltered our lives like a giant rock!
there was that shine in her eye that spoke love,
that can only be the language of Gods,
she could heal our minds with a playful shove,
a touch, a kiss like we were little tod!
Farewell my dear mother, farewell, farewell,
inseparable, although you are gone!
in hearts and minds you shall forever dwell,
with your love in my heart, I wake each morn!
10 Syllables each line
abab rhyme sequence
AC Benus translation of "O süßer Tod"
by August von Platen
O mellifluous death, who stiffens most men,
You've received but artless tribute from my tongue,
For often I've yearned for you since I was young,
And for the slumbers nothing can wake again.
You sleepers you, the ground covering deep when
The eternal lullabies lured and were sung
So you gladly shunned the cup of life and swung
Its taste round me like some bitter regimen?
You masses too I fear the world has deceived,
As your best intentions, thwarted and betrayed,
Crushed fondest hopes as no one might have believed.
In sum, blessèd are we beseeching death's blade,
Knowing how our desires are heard unreprieved,
And each heart must get cleaved 'neath an earth-turned spade.
I was in toxic relation with tod
He put deep inside his steel rod.
Hang a left, clunker rocking
on sprung shocks.
Inside,
narrows taper to booths.
The place is slow-time empty.
The staff talk is griddle speech,
a blow by blow banter,
middle finger smarts mixed with
vowels of regrets.
From the lips of waitresses
the clipped history
of shaky affairs
and dead-loss dudes.
False gods named,
Tod, Ricky, and Wayne
a bruised chatter -
ankle-swelling narrations
that break apart unfulfilled.
Food arrives with a woman,
dimples nap in work-weary cheeks.
Her necklace is ink,
yet it hangs over glancing eyes
as a low-cut caress.
She knows I’ve been listening,
yet continues unabashed
a colloquy with my senses.
reciting by rote a silent
'tip-me-big' love spell.
sometimes you must listen to the children,
to the sweet words they lisp and say,
when age old wisdom has lost its lantern,
their innocence can guide your way.
little hearts and minds are of purest gold,
and their thoughts as smooth as their skin,
divine wisdom they utter many fold,
pay attention and listen in!
glory of morning brighter by their smile,
singing of garden birds sweeter,
your happiness can go that extra mile,
homely joys an extra meter!
their love of birds and pets is from their hearts,
they speak to them like they are kin,
they would share food with creatures of all sorts,
you hurt a pet, you commit sin.
our world has a glaze, truth we do not see,
we stumble our way through harsh lies,
child’s world is as God has meant it to be,
His grace abounds, up to the skies!
when you hold your child feel the touch of God,
in their love hear myriad prayers,
you are closest to Him when next to your tod,
in their playful pranks God appears!
Written 12/03/2022
10,8,10,8 rhyme
Life stay only for every single word,
Are you?thou-not every ward,
It has past what you have in your sword,
Either " thy sunshine,or-neither nor the grace of odd!
I once a solder with the life of living Tod,
Every street'blood walked like the black white gravel head,
Ability, straighten the coming of hidden Fred;
Crying of abolished time and desert trod,
Wounded above a decade,
In my veins rolling like a air spade,
art' thou thy evening Slade!
Colorless of watering lad,
Upon! It stood thousand space against the solder's aid.
Life has no aid,
No help from the world,
It has a plastered wound,
Above a decade,
Before thee come to thy fluid.
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