I guess I have given you
a drawer full of hearts over
the years. As well as a
bucket of tears. Love
seldom runs easy.
I guess I have settled you
in many secure ways,
while also leaving your heart
quite queasy. Love is
not always dove-y please-y.
Yet, know this! Between
shouts and kisses, between
pouts and blisses, there has
never been another. You are
my only Valentine, in this
world, and doubtful anyone else
would long put up with either
of us, while here or even in some
elevated other.
…………………………………
Updated Valentine
Well, 6 months quickly pass;
since my level headed choice --
the apartment has been tidy
and the dog now uses the grass --
If not for that spilled olive oil
that put me in a cast, your company
has been superb, though our food
is best all Fast. With or without fries my
dear?
JACK AND JILL
Jack and Jill climbed the hill for pails of beer
To satisfy the thirst of papa dear
Jack took a tumble
Jill took a stumble
For spilt suds, each got a kick in the rear
HUMPTY DUMPTY
Humpty Dumpty was perched on a high wall
Alas, Old Humpty took a fatal fall
Left among the pile of dregs
Was nothing but scrambled eggs
And scattered shards of shell, that's about all
JACK BE NIMBLE
Jack, you had better be nimble and quick
As you take a leap o'er that candlestick
Such capers are uncanny
You could well scorch your fanny
So think again before you try that trick
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I stare at a reflection that once held the pain of a broken spirit.
Collapsed inside themselves, where light had ceased to exist,
where regrets once held a smile captive, and the thought of truly loving who they are seemed like the hardest thing to do.
I could recall how they accepted the agony of defeat—submitting to the harsh realities of life and never seeing their story ending with a
“Happily Ever After.”
I could remember their insecurities, low self-esteem, and discarded dreams, as if to tell themselves they were meant to be nothing more than what they are.
How their permanent scars have now been left as a reminder that they have made too many mistakes to ever bounce back from a world that's not made of rubber.
However, here they stand, bold and undefeated,
confident despite being mistreated,
no longer looking at life as if a smile could never be recycled, joy could never be regained, and scars viewed as survival stories waiting to be told.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I stare at a reflection that once held the pain of a broken spirit.
Collapsed inside themselves, where light had ceased to exist,
where regrets once held a smile captive, and the thought of truly loving who they are seemed like the hardest thing to do.
I could recall how they accepted the agony of defeat—submitting to the harsh realities of life and never seeing their story ending with a
“Happily Ever After.”
I could remember their insecurities, low self-esteem, and discarded dreams, as if to tell themselves they were meant to be nothing more than what they are.
How their permanent scars have now been left as a reminder that they have made too many mistakes to ever bounce back from a world that's not made of rubber.
However, here they stand, bold and undefeated,
confident despite being mistreated,
no longer looking at life as if a smile could never be recycled, joy could never be regained, and scars viewed as survival stories waiting to be told.
mauve drapes hang fondly
colouring her bandy shack
like lavish gift bows
coccinellidae
happiness personified
smiling with delight
Old Glory
Updated Story
Banner Still Waves Free
Stars 'n Stripes
Archetypes ~
Eisenhower, Reagan, Niki Haley
The Captain had a penny whistle
Which he wore around his neck
And he played it every morning
As the crew danced on the deck.
Sometimes it was a Hornpipe
Sometimes a Palais Glide
As the crew danced fore and aft
And from Port to Starboard side.
Prompt every morning
When the Bosun rang a bell,
And if he was feeling frisky
The Captain danced as well.
Sometimes on sunny mornings
The crew would stand at ease
While the Captain and a subby
Mimed a decorous strip tease.
Rain storm hail or shine
Until twenty minutes passed
When on a given signal
The crew would climb the mast
To set the sails and rigging
And get the ship under way
And so it continued
Every single day.
Two or three times a year
All the ships would meet
And the Captain and his crea
Would dance for the fleet.
It was on the good ship Venus
Which had been a ship of shame
Until the Dancing Captain'
Gave it a better name.
He became the only Admiral to wear
A penny whistle around his neck
And even in his dotage
Would dance around the deck.
Ship shape and Bristol fashion
When she was away at sea.
Oh on the good ship Venus
Such a happy place to be
Love is the Answer
Love is the answer
Love is the key
Love opens doors
And gives me eyes to see
And to live from the heart
Is what I am here for
And to find inner peace
I awoke with
Anger my answer
And all I could see.
So irritated and agitated
And full of negativity,
But your hug and loving eyes, were the key
To unlock and set my heart free
And remind me why I am here:
To live each day in love and in peace.
Today you don’t have an answer,
But are lost in your fears.
Body trembling and shaking
The child in your eyes,
Confused and full of tears
And the pain in your heart
Seems to be all that is here
But in my arms when I hold you
You feel safe, loved and find inner peace.
How will we find answers
When all we can see
Is fear, war and destruction
And leaders, full of dishonesty.
But we do have a choice
To make our minds and hearts free
And choose love and humanity
Then we know what we are here for
To live in joy and in peace.
Love is the answer
Love opens doors
Gives us eyes to see
And to live from the heart
Is what we are here for
And to find inner peace
© Sangeet Portals 2022 – Updated 2023
For far too long I have denied myself a life of joy, prosperity, and the understanding that I too deserve happiness despite my mistakes
For countless years it seems I have mentally digested a falsified definition of who I am and allowed my potential to be malnourished-
feeding my mind with welcoming thoughts of unworthiness.
What of these thoughts of mine that encapsulated me?
What of these tangled webs of self-sabotage that stagnates my growth?
You see, there's power in the mind but that power could sway either way-
dominantly viewing ourselves with a positive perception or lack thereof.
However, between the two lies a balance of acceptance-
by embracing all of who you are;including the imperfections.
So, no more will I hide within the shadows of self-doubt-
holding me hostage, unable to step into the light
I dismiss the idea that I have nothing to offer the world
How dare me think less of who I am?
How could I be so oblivious to how special the powers that be have made me?
Of course, I'm not perfect. But who is?
Its my decision to be happy
It's my decision to LIVE!!!!
For far too long I have denied myself a life of joy, prosperity, and the understanding that I too deserve happiness despite my mistakes
For countless years it seems I have mentally digested a falsified definition of who I am and allowed my potential to be malnourished-
feeding my mind with welcoming thoughts of unworthiness.
What of these thoughts of mine that encapsulated me?
What of these tangled webs of self-sabotage that stagnates my growth?
You see, there's power in the mind but that power could sway either way-
dominantly viewing ourselves with a positive perception or lack thereof.
However, between the two lies a balance of acceptance-
by embracing all of who you are;including the imperfections.
So, no more will I hide within the shadows of self-doubt-
holding me hostage, unable to step into the light
I dismiss the idea that I have nothing to offer the world
How dare me think less of who I am?
How could I be so oblivious to how special the powers that be have made me?
Of course, I'm not perfect. But who is?
Its my decision to be happy
It's my decision to LIVE!!!!
This little piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy came clean at a press conference
Confessed, "No matzo balls in my genome"
My shape is foreign and often hard to define
I am immortal, infinitely in a constant, repeating cycle,
Ice, water, air, I’m the first thing you need for survival
You search for me in hidden creeks and majestic waterfalls,
You find me as raindrops, morning dew, or even hail balls
I am essential, the very cause and reason you’re alive,
I float and mix in your veins and allow you to thrive
You are full of me, at least sixty percent composed,
You are one with me, from your head to your toes
I am everything, I become anything you put me in,
Whether the material be plastic, glass, or even tin
You freeze me into cubes or mix me into recipes,
You use me as an ingredient, a simple necessity
I am water, something you take for granted these days,
But my shape is so exciting since it comes in many ways.
1 Conserve the earth
2 Support the common good
3 Apologize and repair damage
4 Outlaw bullying
5 Share wealth
6 Trust science for god sakes
7 Avoid excessive self-promotion
8 Lead horses to water, but drinking is optional
9 Tell a lot of jokes
10 Feel good about yourself
Author's comment: We've moved to modern tablets, so consider an update. I almost put in devise good software, but that falls under #2. This list could undergo revision. Suggestions are welcome.
Hum or Sing this to the
tune of the theme song
of 'Car 54, Where are You?'
*******
There's no gold up in the Bronx
Brooklyn's cops are all uptight
There's looting up in Harlem
That's lasted five long nights
Manhattan is a ghost town
There's nobody around
Mayor de Blasio,
Where are you?
********
The hit TV Show, 'Car 54,
Where are You,' ran from
Sept., 1961 to April, '63.
You can google the theme
song, and even watch a
clip or two from a show.
Pretty silly stuff about
a pair of hapless cops.
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