But, You Know:
THERZ
All Kinds
O'
TRIX!
and fear of the unknown, obviously.
HUH
-Gray Squirrel
07-24-2025
Who knows how
Net turns ten
Now own to won
Off arm to mar
The sunshine of four
That rise to grow
Their sheep fur
Just like ours
As long as bride's gown
Unlike a fairy tale bird
Whose ribs are light
Off bid to plead the sky
To help pin its way up
Without its mother's tips
Not to get nip by the wind
Unto the back of the earth
But sheep does go through pains
Often off nap time to rest a while
That span through a hell of lifetime
Cum surviving fitness' coat off cot
In the rain where cold hits softly
In the sun where heat hammers
Year-in year-out, as era unfolds
New pit of hope to upshot stained lint
Before ash fill the hopeful wind
And its ash covers the sky
To shy away graceful breath
Heavenly arc shaped its being
That mirrors mercy; merrily wrapped
Off war but shaped games battling light
To shine a drab dragon fuming to see
The beast of night before dawn nods
a slow loris has a deadly trick
she takes her time, she’s sneaky and slick
venom is held in her elbow daily
Let’s pretend she is angry with my cousin Bailey.
The slow loris mixes venom with her saliva in the yard
then bites Bailey with her sharp teeth, good and hard
could he die? Oh, yes, that is the slow loris’ goal
She has already racked up a decent death toll.
The first door I believed in boasted of the things it had, and I didn't.
The second one only wanted to show me how much time I had spent in a Polaroid.
Another door was nice to me but the nuts were badly screwed.
The bravest move was taking a chance on each door.
That any one of them could have been it.
And every door was knocked.
The next door might welcome me with the brightest smile.
But I just might have been the only one there to knock.
To live in the past must be scary a bit
Like you open the novel you’ve read
And it’s not quite the same what now you reread
What you have thought, felt and said
Seems distorted by memory, you ask yourself why
Should it continue like fictional
Though the fiction it’s not, but your own past time
Behaves in some way unpredictable
It's like the Pierre Menard effect in Borges's
Attempt to rewrite an old fable
Don Quixote, who apparently wasn’t obsessed
To fight mills, to impress his fair lady
Reappears as wiser and sadder in time
That hadn’t yet entered back then
To live in the past gives no hope to revive
That familiar feeling again
It speaks of nostalgia, back in the past
You’re trying to hide from the yearning
But it can’t provide you the same healing blast
On this lonely beach in the morning.
When at rest you feel alone
You know where me to find
Pick me up and take me home
Hope it won’t be in the mind
But somewhere out of time
On the street to open space
With no ticking clocks and chimes
There must be such a place
With a house and a garden
With green hills exciting view
Take me there all of a sudden
To that place for me and you
But you’d smile at me and say
A trick of the mind you see
In your idle mind I stay
There’s no better place for me.
At last her hat seems to make sense,
A trick and a way of defence--
Worn with deeply low grips,
Was barrier to Trump’s lips,
And to hide eyes from prying lens.
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Happenings |32.01.2025|humour, USA
Poet’s note: Trump’s inauguration. He may have won second go as president, but it was Melania who scored a hat-trick at the function. It was her hat that stole the show and a lot of stir in social media. She wore a specially ordered hat worn deep-set so as to hide her eyes. Besides, with its large circumference served one more purpose, as this ditty reveals. See the photograph when Trump tried to kiss her.
America’s next president,
Trump goes by the past precedent
And makes it not just great,
The greatest real estate,
Makes it almost a continent.
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Happenings|10.01.2025| USA, humour
Poet’s note: And why not? Trump first wanted the US-built Panama Canal back to it, and then the whole of Greenland apart from eyeing Canada as the 51st State. Sure, he comes from real estate business, and US has the past history of acquiring lands: Manhattan from local inhabitants in 1626, Louisiana from France in 1803, and Alaska from Russia in 1867 (facts based on Second Opinion, Times of India, 8 Jan 2025)
My long-patched magician's suit
has been mothballed,
the trick pockets,
hidden springs and secret linings
no longer fool or bedazzle.
A white rabbit died in my top hat
the hat, I returned to Amazon
marked 'unused',
the stale rabbit droppings within it
failed to convince.
Age has revealed a wizened wizard,
a creature unmasked.
Should I now take up a similar profession,
one just as duplicitous and talismanic,
yet much less obvious,
forswear with a feigned confidence
that this new self be none other,
than a bona fide poet?
Trick or Treat, "Edith get the door," yells Archie!!
"Oh Archie they are so cute come and look Please."
"Shut up Edith just give them their stupid candy, will ya?"
" I'm not dealing with Meathead, you, and these brats all night, Na"
" Edith don't give Snickers bars, they're my favs, are you crazy?"
Michael Tor
Inspired by Lin Lane
Archie Bunker was
a rude SOB he starred
in a sitcom called All
In The Family. He had
no manners and
treated his wife Edith
like she was dumb,
but Edith was smarter
than him...
Say man you heard about Halloween thing
Well listen up this is your sting
Just get a costume as scary n pumpkin heat
And then youll be doing trick or treat
Just keep the devil in your head
Let the kids stay out of bed
Go to houses that are decorated
These people will be commited
Let your little ones do the walk
Creep up silent do not talk
Hopefully these houses you'll see
Unfortunately this is not for me
But you will be doing Trick or Treat
You'll be doing trick or treat, trick or treat
You'll be doing trick or treat, trick or treat trick or treat, trick or treat You'll be doing trick or treat trick or treat trick or treat trick or treat
Just let my critics critique
Good houses don't let them leak
If your lazy just use a sheet loose
Or walk around with your head in a noose
So keep your eyes on the street
Now your doing Trick or treat Trick or treat
Now your doing trick or treat trick or treat
Trick or treat trick or treat trick or treat
So keep your eyes on the street
Then your doing trick or treat trick or treat
Trick or treat trick or treat then you'll doing trick or treat trick or treat
The darkness of All Hallow's Eve
Ring out this night of soulful bells
In-between worlds of dark and light
Celtic, priestly, celebrations
Kindred spirits fear mournful ghosts
Old church cemetery, pitchfork straw
Ritual cakes of christened folks
Tended fires and saintly relics
Readiness for rural winter
English Russet apple bobbing
All souls gathered around the flames
Turnip lanterns with candle-wax
They yelled “Trick or Treat” to the man
who answered them with his new plan!
“This treat's more fun, right?”
Then stunned them with fright
when he let loose bats from a can!
Just picture the gruesome scene
On the night of Halloween
When ghosts and ghouls do rule
With spirits free from school
And every face is green
full moon on hallow's eve
ghosts and goblins
will be trick or treating
for bags and bags of candy
toffee apples on sticks
enough sweets to rot their teeth
children roam the streets
as costumed munchkins
looking for yummy treats
darkness filled with characters
older kids dressed up wild
ranging from devils to angels
spooky pumpkins
carved with care
eerie sounds from coffins
in the dead of night
creaking doors and then
the graveyard comes to life
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