An Oathbound lil child
Chasing dreams wild
Unflappable in stress
Still has to deal with mess
And that mess is me
Still yearns for you to fly not flee
Imperfections meet perfections
My heart knows, you take actions
Blindness takes me over
But can't see you hover
All your hurt to me and my fortune to you
You made my love come true
My beloved enchanted
Never took you for granted
Alas! My heart is fragile
And you're a little more agile
I took it as a curse
In quiet measures it got worse
I was stuck in that black hole
Darkened with every role
But why would I let my mishandling make you suffer?
Between you and your dreams, a buffer
Your life quietly aligns
Amid me and my whines
But but but, it all got unraveled
When I made my pieces together travelled
And then comes a wave of rapture
Dew kissed my heart capture
My heart aches for all the soreness I gave thee
But now these scars sets free.
All the misfortune and evil eyes flee
And again our soul sparks glee.
Without a doubt Life is absolutely filled
With moments of the sublime
Moments which come from somewhere
And somehow never ever really disappear
Even when something else comes along
Something coarse and loud
Able to drown out everything before
The sublime is still there
Patiently waiting, unflappable, nonjudgemental
Waiting till the room stills
And its own light can be seen again.
Yin and yang you may say
Or something closer to home
The mood swings of a child
Or anxious broken hearted lover
But still only the passing phases
That make a life not only interesting
But sublimely worth living.
(7/25/26)
Affable unflappable an incomparable parable & fable
Telegraph path defending ending era sending a cable
As Indian power does deflower our Test tower of Babel
Reliant on our defiant thoroughbred in the Kiwi stable
Does what says on the label as Kane so keen and able
Hushed kudos so humble yet giant sat at the top table
Hardy a great first rate trait played ball late almost tardy
Held aloft by hands so soft weaving his third man spree
Inner fire to the wire winner desire is Kane down to a tee
Outwitting Kohli and sitting pretty on top of the WTC tree
Fitting in his twilight dimming the limelight is not about me
Travesty not to marvel at artistry & majesty of his tapestry
Heavenly ability with angelic humility part of a holy trinity
Stoic & heroic Martin's successor a professor still ego free
With Crowe & Hadlee bestow Black cap history our nobility
Affinity for infinity for all three so totally Kiwi simply divinity
Hate is a feast for crows. Feast your eyes, instead, on love.
—by poet
Singsong of Spring
Caw of unseen crow and chorus
of potentially pretty wings.
Singsong may have interrupted
the murder - melody was sweet.
Tweeting torques communication;
hate fades with unflappable faith.
She is so miminy-piminy she never gets mad
Nellie is too persnickety to ever act bad
We try to rile her, hoping to make her cry
Why? She asks us with concern, why cousin, why?
Because you are unflappable, too perfect I say
You make the rest of us look like slackers most of the day
Can’t you ever be mean, hit someone or sing a sad song?
You simply do not fit in with us rascals, you do not belong
I am empty of empathy
come sympathise with me
Cue the violins,
or just fiddle
like a bad-tempered Roman
Offer me hope:
bring flamboyant symbols,
cheap gold pendants with wings
Maybe a big gaudy
unflappable albatross
nothing too flash,
mind you!
Take my hand,
lead me towards the edge
it’s time to fledge
Sidle me onward,
watch as I waver
Try not be over-critical
of the albatross
He’s become a hanger-on,
too far gone
and addicted to flattery
If I drag you down
or appear inhumane,
it’s all secondary
I’m merely feeling depressed
by a pouch in my brain
A séance sensed
it was next of kin,
X-rays revealed tiny pleats,
masses of tissue within folds of skin
An exorcist said it’s
my vestigial twin
Google diagnosed
(Visual agnosia)
taking shape from within
Oh! And the indifferent
chatbot I confided in,
has begun self-harming!
gin joint ginger
I had heard of her of course
we all had
but we thought she was fictitious
when we saw the barkeep’s face we knew better
He is usually unflappable
tonight he could barely speak
she had taken his heart
and his tongue it seems
robust lyrics
winged-voices blest without angst
no pressers
pleasure and glory of God
winged-voices soar without war
a morning score
no bombs, no television
unflappable peace
no reporters in trees
paparazzi unheard of
joy of joining
in the singalong-chirping
with lovely weather
no choppers to ruin tweets
the twilight birds asleep
I hugged her lightly.
Never having a sister before,
I was scared I’d break her.
Turtle, the best name I decided.
A shelter from harm always near her.
She grew to be my best friend,
with whom I could share my secrets.
I had to leave her one day.
My heart was tested and failed.
She was not ready.
I hear her grief on haunted nights.
I am unable to embrace her.
Comfort is not in my arms,
but in those with whom I left her.
She rejects them.
She remains alone by choice,
or perhaps by selfish sorrow.
Unflappable, I always said,
nothing to hold her from success.
She has unshakable pain.
I trust tomorrow brings her love,
a confidence to be who she is,
compassionate and forgiving.
Sister dear, let me go!
I trust that she hears me.
In the heart of the Philippine’s embrace
Is a metropolis pulsating with life
Concrete veins coursing with stories
Unfolding each day within the urban tapestry
Tall buildings stretch towards the sky
Mirroring the aspirations of millions
Each window a glimpse into dreams
A city’s determined and unflappable vibe
Streets are alive with endless motion
Jeepneys weaving through the bustle
Railing against functional dissonance
Manila reverberates with fierce pride
Subjugated by a multitude of countries
History whispers a familiar narrative
From the cobblestones of Intramuros
Throughout the barangays of the metro
A resilient energy takes flight daily
Overcoming setbacks and carving a path
The positive Filipino spirit alive and ablaze
Rising above it all as suns of a new day
to remain unflappable,
neither turn your face
to the left nor right...
H/T to John Lawless, A Foul Wind
It's all in my eyes
What you see is no disguise
My intent is so sincere
I'm aiming and shooting without fear
My energy is indefatigable
I can meet night with day and still be excitable
In the midst of storms, I'm unflappable
My level of stoicism is masterful
I'm peering
and I'm steering
I'm honing
and I'm toning
I'm leveling
and I'm not settling
This is MY FOCUS
And this is no hocus pocus
The alligators will not stay in the water,
they head for strip malls, for chicken noodle joints
or sports bars for fish taco or spicy wings.
They get their nails done in a Korean salon
paying in Spanish gold.
The two legged;
the cranes, herons, and humans
edge around the gators.
Occasionally, rowdy boys bounce stones off
their scaly hides.
The unflappable crocodilians slyly grin
for they are ecologically moving-in.
Shrewdly, the reptiles are styling
alligator belts and boots, or sell gator skin handbags
from wayside stalls and booths.
The Floridians have become inured
to these green interlopers. Some seeing opportunity,
rent them housings with few tenancy rules
and ‘must have’ pools.
Sadly many furry pets keep going missing;
and not just the Cypress trees are stumped.
It’s a new era, one to be nearer together.
Undocumented or free-range, no longer estranged.
but one shared love for chicken, be it raw, fried
or grill flamed.
Black sheep, white sheep,
Unflappable sheep,
They graze the high grass,
And appease all my demons.
Black sheep, white sheep,
Countless sheep,
They graze the grass divinely
And appease all my WORRIES.
Black sheep, white sheep
Disbelieving sheep,
They eat the grass, magically,
Ease all my anxiety.
My mind and body thrive on the gentle rose.
My passion for you is a tornado, as a sage knows.
I'm frail and filled with a verve I didn't realize I had.
The rose inside my heart has left me so glad.
We had a short tryst the first moment we met.
Her aroma was a mix of warmth and otto's sweat.
I begged my pounding heart to slow down.
In scary delight, I lost how even lovers drown.
You have no spikes but smell akin to perfume.
Flower petals expel and flow when in bloom.
A silken duvet cover in a gorgeous pink hue
I adore being able to voice how I feel for you.
Rose petals in motion sustain her beauty.
The crimson velvet beneath her was snooty.
Feel the crimson hue of our proud residual.
Fabulous in her veil as we recite our ritual
My heart beats with the beauty of a rose
Providing an everlasting feeling of bestows
A rose that is flawless, spotless, and adamant
Kingly, self-assured, unflappable, and extravagant
Rose, do you truly yearn to stay amazing?
Your turn has arrived, or the wind is pacing
What would we be if not for your petal?
My heart and insights are vigorously special.
Written: March 25, 2023
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