Howdy Modi was just a myth,
Rowdy Modi, to show my teeth,
No more than a fig leaf
My tariff’s no tariff,
And rowdy, to have a row with,
Why? He came in my way
Of Nobel, and must pay,
You know not how deep I’m beneath!
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Happenings | 40.08.2025 | USA, humour
Note: It is no state secret that Trump loves being flattered and buttered up. Occasionally he’s good at buttering up as well. He did that to Modi with ‘howdy Modi’ when he wanted Indian votes in his first go at presidency. Pakistan did it, as also Israel’s Bibi before it. India refused when he wanted credit (and undeservedly so) for Indo-Pak ceasefire. All are susceptible to praise, genuine or false, but Trump seems ravenous for false praise-- somewhat of the type Goldsmith hinted:
Full well they laugh’d with counterfeited glee
At his jokes for many a joke had he.
Maybe some of us have an inclination and are somehow aware
That there exists a foredoomed concoction of our cerebral affairs
And that there are others who are passive, masquerading in plain sight
Hiding their cascades of sorrow, behind facades of solace and smiles
Nobody knows of what escapades, that each of us were bequeathed
Yet perhaps we all know that deep down, there exists an alternative
A perplexing ringing, an insatiable itch that just won't go away
And with no concept of clarity, we unjustly gaze towards tomorrow’s hostility
Signs adorn the peripheral landscape, only their messages are wearily obsolete
Perplexities whilst disconcerting, never cause any degree of mystifying disbelief
Even though these are somewhat difficult memories, upon which we regularly reflect
Cursed are we amongst these others, undeservedly aware that the cure is the disease
It is truly with ultimate desperation that we shall endeavour never to forget
So we simply shrug this nuance aside and continually pursue the shadows tail.
Verse 1
Initiated, when there’s a choice to truly take it
In order to be liberated, gain true identity
When there’s a low road, a higher path is taken solo
It doesn’t matter even how slow, true living is free
Chorus
No matter the forces I see, the invisible right before me
Keep moving and gliding swiftly, liberated, it’s time to be free
All genuine none to conceal, just chasing the joy that I feel
Authentic with goodness is real, liberated, truly liberated
Verse 2
Unrelenting, a core desire with no ending
Distractions don’t require tending, so undeservedly
Uncomplicated, could be as simple as I make it
A dream pursued, even belated, there’s possibility
Chorus
Verse 3
Footsteps, yes I gotta find my own quest
The only way to give my true best, originate and shine
To awaken, to be myself yet unmistaken
All the others they are taken, the opportunity is mine
Chorus
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Bringing the bad attitude
will earn you no tips
Giving service with a frown and pouty lips
Coming to the job
with personal problems vexing your mind
Flipping the bird to the kids ... cloudy is your sunshine
Mixing the orders all up
has the customers grumbling
Swishing your butt like a ****,
as you walk away mumbling
under your breath
Feeling like you're a victim,
whose not being compensated right
Being up on your feet working all day,
those table tips are just way too light
You deserve better you feel,
a much better lot in life than what you got
So you come my way with a negative vibe,
percolating frustration like a coffee pot
Your foul demeanor left my meal with a sour taste,
lost my appetite looking at your unhappy face
Now you expect a tip from me, undeservedly
No how, no ma'am ... no way
But you did make me leave with a big smile,
when I saw you drop that food tray
Then you having to clean up that mess
was karma served, which really made my day
Temper so beastly, troublesome and wild
Anger quite disturbing which isn’t defined
Nuisance and discomfort suffered by loved ones
Two or thereabout, the usual age for this display
Rendering everyone around alert and agitated
Unnecessary hostility, care givers undeservedly face
Markedly disappears with more years grown.
the bars on this cell rattle and rage
yet there is safety in this cage.
my heart exposed too frequently
given undeservedly.
Roaring, fighting for resilience yet to be discovered,
feeling raw, naked, uncovered.
The rock is hard like ice in mind,
detached from intentions unkind,
cocooned, too hard to find.
half hidden and no one to mind.
Haunted by spectres that taunt with a strangers future-
a life with love and you and I feature,
dreams tied on fragile thread, unravel in the slightest shower.
I am lost, half a person,
no other half of me
where the buck stops alone.
My emotions threatened to shake these walls,
instead of content I do not want to fall,
splintered and fractured, how can I be free?
terrified to let you see just 'me'.
To leave my heart to your trust
or leave it locked away to rust.
Less than madness when todays kisses turn to-
tomorrows dust.
adrift in the blurred border
of hypnotic slumber, forgetting,
remembering, dozing off and away,
then, just like one jolted up
from a dream, or a diver gasping
hard, surging up and out of a stream,
he groggily fumbles about
his bed worried, but with her warmth
across his chest, he smiles, sighs,
eternally grateful to high heavens
for this true treasure he has been
so undeservedly blessed to keep !
early morning walks
through grassy slopes
awaken deep in me
wonderful weird feelings
of being lifted up, floating
high, joyfully buoyant
as I slowly pick my way
down from breezy crests
to softly murmuring creeks
'neath the foliage below,
of being loved by the sun
and earth and sky, caressed,
of being so fortunate,
so undeservedly
blessed !
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