The seat next to mine,
occupied yet vacant,
the gap of your voice
bringing drought in my self,
in the gardens of joy you had sown.
It's been a while since they have grown.
The roots aren't deep,
the extra care it sweeps,
the paling of flowers,
like they wanna weep.
The open air,
swings and fountain,
all of it fades away.
Dark clouds in the sky,
acid rain,
sunlight can't find its way.
The haunting nights with a broken heart,
made of glass,
every edge cuts every emotion,
bleeding can't resist its motion.
The blood turns black,
the poison they detect,
all of the body's blue,
the cursed soul is left undue.
I like gita, so am I Ra, displaced field, you sow the sod, the undue passage is left here as a message, the messiah of goodness has left us a passage, clearly the light at the end of the tunnel leads out, like spinnails in curtains and an inordinate stop, the sign painted red heralds the fellows, broken deaf mutes, palaver with others. The sun god opens verses biblical like butter, this too spreads that sornet the beddum of hellers.
Hegseth whose wits seem to wear out in haste,
Wants his war boys to take TRT test
To make them fighting fit
Faced with Gulf War defeat,
And as correlation
Is not quite causation,
If troop’s T levels slip,
Blame undue stress, low sleep,
Beware, T-sterones win no wars at best.
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Happenings | 11.07.2026 | humour, war, Limerick
Note: US secretary of war, Pete Hegseth, seems out of ideas as Gulf War is in its fifth month, as Trump and his team is losing its steam. He wants his troops to take testosterone replacement therapy (TRT). Crazy as the idea is he seems to have drawn inspiration from Odysseus who chewed on raw animal testicles, and yet the Trojan war dragged on for ten long years. He only won by deceit. Would Iran oblige?
In my mother's womb,
I am still finding a way to come out soon.
A place where I developed from an embryo to a living boon,
Let me come out to watch , what you explained about the round shaped bright moon.
The amazing stories you told me to heal my undue anxiety and worthless fear in the morning and afternoon,
I crave to see your pleasant unmasked face shining as bright as the burning sun and as lovely as the brilliant moon.
I know you have to bear immense physical pain to discover me out to heal your emotional wounds.
Oh! My lovely mother,I am eagerly waiting to be kissed and touched by you and to be blessed with heavenly boons.
Tunes of despondent melodies,
Torture of a deprived soul,
I journey through a dark meadow,
I carry an undue weight,
I am hollowed by yesterday,
An elegy to twilight.
February 6, 2026.
Nette Onclaud,
Connect the Dots Poetry Contest.
That phrase describes products that
succeed through inherent quality,
solving real world problems
It worre a 45 minute leisure time,
the interludes one tempo to another
The inconsistency of proportion had to
be managed in order fo
r both tempos could have way.
the resolution of our discontent
stifled the progression which
had been natural and pleasant.
Until her centered need divided the concerns of
all who had interest in the project
it became easier for her to modulate
proves attempts to alter beliefs are
Both weak and unsuccessful
one who inspires might find there
the undue influencing to cover them
without knowing such is in accordance
Aquiver the excitement of being influential
is different from the shamefulness of
being looked at as someone
will to cast a spell on you to have you as?
The core components and music is
the actual performance in which style
or genre the song works best for
the audience and performer
the need to know why she
wished to brainwash him startlede
As if in thoughts the quiet road seemed lost
As evening shadows looked longer and dark,
Young winter’s chill felt like December frost,
On tall treetops Sun still looked somewhat stark
But smaller ones were all wrapped in darkness,
Grief-like I felt the sombre shades of grey,
Birds hurried home to their nightlong address
To rest and recoup, fresh for the next day.
In no undue hurry to reach back home,
And trudging slow I saw a sunflower
On a farm’s thorny fence muddied with loam
Bringing to mind’s view a bright face turned dour
Along sad memories of my sister,
Of sunflower looking more sinister.
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Sonnet | 11.12.2025 | allusion, sad, sister, sunflower
Note: The reference is to my youngest sister who lost her husband some time back. He was a busy oncologist with directorship of a cancer institute. She too with her own work in the field of education, and only now the two had the time enough to cherish a ripe, mature company of each other to continue with their hobby of literary work. All memories he mind from time to time. Alas, sad memories leave a deep-set scar.
We were not so poor
To be ungrateful
For what we lacked.
Full plates in a heated house
Made it seem undue to complain
For lack of poetry or a candy cane.
Ne’er a penny in a bush
Nor gift under the tree was for us
With corn, milk and eggs a plenty.
We dared not wish for more.
Each night we knelt in thanks
Before dreaming of a hotdog,
Birthday cake, Christmas
Gift, or a dime to buy
An ice cream cone.
The weeds we kept at bay
The trees chopped expertly
Our toil stayed the rest.
We were not so poor
To be unthankful
For what we lacked
As we hoed the corn
Milked the cows
Feed the chickens.
Starved of play we were
too busy making hay
To be ungrateful.
Unlisted number flying under radar
keeping low profile to avoid undue attention
~ wallflower melts into the background
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I’m taking too long in here.
This cart I am trying to steer.
Is squealing around corners constantly.
There’s nothing except throwing groceries in endlessly.
The wet floor sign is laughing too hard.
I still need to buy a thank you card.
But words don’t exist in the confines of the store.
Just lines and scribbles galore!
Ribbons streaming from nowhere.
Like sadness from a tearful pear.
I could leave this store at any time.
But not without an angry lime.
Not without doing something odd.
Like catching bags of chips with a fishing rod.
Eating a pastry from a display.
Jumping around to avoid the fray.
I’m taking too long in this place.
Where I can feel the freezer section’s embrace.
The cold is not the only thing in me.
I wish everything was free.
Free like a smiling flower in the floral department.
Which is beautiful despite dismemberment.
I wish I was free too…
In this store with too many tears undue.
RoBo Calls
Miracle Man
4/25/2025
I’ve a strong dislike that now borders on hate,
toward those unwanted calls that won’t abate.
I get perhaps ten or so of these calls every day,
thinking I’m an “Old Codger” they can sway.
Its often about Medicare and always a scam,
her sweet voice has for me some new program.
I appreciate her having my interest at heart,
but I’m not a sucker that she can outsmart.
Calls interrupt my meals and also slumber,
once or twice they’ve came from my number.
These I always answer without undue delay,
for I’m always curious as to what I might say.
“There’s a sucker born every minute” Barnum said,
and many minds have chosen his quote to embed.
I can't really think of a number.? If seems almost irrelevant
Now.' It well might be? plus twenty million, if the lawyers
Get involved? anyhow.' For giving wrong terms to your
Prisoner out of 'context and reason' to boot.' Punished
Unduly on 'a nations behalf i can think only? oh shoot.!! By the way.' Do all agree
its un-wanted; outrageous??. Well its time
To get talking and stand.' sending your emails in blizzards, throughout all.. And every part of the land'
Now today' this undue punisment of Tommy.' It Could be
One of your own sons; can you see? Oh and just b t w.! I'm sure he'd
Wecome support; from of, the whole Commonwealth family! from its length
And its breadth may i say.? For its this mothers son at
The moment.' Held in contempt of humanitys better ways' Can you hear me in Oz and NZ? Even Canada??
Or no matter how far away? throw now, all weight behind
Freeing someone, who desired a life just better, in his days.'
He's no coward, no offender to children! Yet suffers bad
Karma most quyeer' Now get him out from the
Drabness of prison, into the light; into the freedom of a life with no fear.!
For sometimes stealing
too much of twilight, leaving you
waiting up with worry.
For sometimes not leaving the kitchen
as immaculately clean as you left it.
Should I hurt or disappoint you,
whether I realize it or not.
Should an entire day steal away
without hearing me say..."I love you."
Forgive me, sweetheart.
For all my sins, mistakes; failing
to keep "It won't happen again" promises.
For sometimes taking undue advantage
of your inherent benevolence.
For often failing to meet you
halfway, all the way; not praying
as often as I should.
For sometimes falling short
of your expectations of me,
Forgive me, Lord. Amen.
Let no war death that wears a shroud,
And memorialized, do us proud.
Loud salutes distract us,
Nor pomp make undue fuss,
In vain are young heads rolled
For the ambitious old,
Silver streaks, stripes or not, dark goes death cloud.
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Happenings |16.12.2024|war, death, youth, old
Poet’s note: Wars are raging on many fronts in the world today. The ambitious old and the powerful plot these fights and young men pay the price with death. We must remember this before we commemorate fallen soldiers who are felicitated with medals in the spirit of Memento Mori in a matter-of-fact manner.
On bowing to the deity,
I hastened to leave the temple.
God said, you seem to be in undue hurry,
I demurred and said, no it’s just my worry
I might ask for something
That you are hesitant to give,
Which might our long-held rapport spoil.
To that He just smiled graciously,
But what he said set me thinking,
And what will stay with me for long.
You seem to come with a prayer and plea,
Why, come sometimes just to meet me,
I’ll see that you’ll not have to ask
Oft wearing an alibi of a mask
Nor will you look like a beggar
You bring yourself nigh down to be.
I was trying truth to distort,
Truth’s often known to us,
But we set it to sail
He only brought it back to port.
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Musings |06.12.2024| God, spiritual
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