In whose mirror's transparency
A clear liquid's
What reflects of self admiring
Dream-fluid is.
Of whose image's row on row
Wall to wall sheen
What tis helps maintain the upkeep
Swan, duck that preen.
I will never bed without you been there,
To have my way with someone else all night...
Enjoying sweetness of a secret affair,
Even when conscience sees its deeds alright.
I can't be off you
Does that appear to be true
Or scope to subdue?
I'll rather make you painfully happy,
While it seems to ache and shake your dry sweat
Than with someone else, make it so snappy...
For it not to be made known cum regret.
I can't lose your love
Does it mean I'm a belove
Or just for night shove?
I won't just watch you groan and moan via wish...
But struggle to beg someone else PLEASE STOP
While you're dying to have such blissful dish,
Been served at your center table nonstop.
I can't see your type
Does such code words ever ripe
Or of moment's hype?
I'll make you weekly weak cum fun upkeep;
Where stress won't be of need to oversleep.
He sets out to the river before the sun rises,
He asks the spirits to guide him before leaving his house,
Standing at the edge of the river,
He looks up at the sky praying for the blessings of the Divine.
He casts his net into the river waiting patiently,
Sometimes he sings songs of folklore,
A large catch will bring good sales,
Allowing him to support his family.
The sun pours on him,
He calls it a blessing,
He tugs on the net,
He smiles when it has done its bidding,
He pulls up the net summoning the help of the spirits.
Sometimes he goes home with a few catches,
To his chagrin,
He sits alone in front of his house,
Worried about the upkeep of his family,
Bothered about his children not being sent away from school,
He committed to paying a certain amount biweekly until their fees are cleared.
Sometimes when he’s lost in thought,
He hears his mother’s voice,
She reminds him that water is an unending gift of nature,
So also are the resources that inhabit its depth,
Today may not bring much,
But hope in tomorrow will bring abundance,
He smiles with teary eyes.
November 4, 2025.
Monkey don't love you real; goodbye...
To stay alive is a taboo,
Except you are put on standby-
Banana next to bid adieu.
Bankers don't lend you funds for free,
To uncover your house address-
Except you are up to foresee...
Trustee of good record's finesse.
Farmers don't store for long in barn;
To make ends meet for just upkeep,
Except it is of season's yarn:
Consumption awaits other reap!
Darkness does not give chance to light,
To illuminate atmosphere...
Except it enforce dark, it's fright-
Such sets in, a new stratosphere.
"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first." - quote by Mark Twain
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Being poor is not romantic
Hunger has no eyes, no vision
Soul boils without, within, unfelt
Neglected health devaluates
Dignity, respect takes back seats
Pity is a sharp stab in gut
Working up to life, to find means
Through tangles of clueless upkeep
Owning up faults, false fatalism
Life comes and goes like tomorrows
Tears of physically wronged souls
Salts up oceans, clowns keep smiling
Winter Blues, Spring Clues
Miracle Man
2/24/2025
Soon God will usher winter days to sleep,
and the warming air will cause birds to sing.
Lawns will turn green and require some upkeep,
this is the happening, welcoming spring.
The thing most appealing, arriving birds,
the Robins are our first birds to appear.
Then Mocking Birds spewing other birds words,
but to flocks of Starlings i don’t endear.
From the patio I watch Wrens at work,
putting four inch sticks through a one inch hole.
Each episode I’ve watched was a piece of artwork,
they don’t tire or stop until at their goal.
The Cardinals add color to our drab yard,
eating sun flower seeds that we provide.
From a phone line a Scissor Tail on guard,
Doves peck last fall’s acorns at driveways side.
Some days seen, a sudden influx of crows,
and the north breeze still gives me one last nip.
whispering gently from the north it blows,
while my now cold mug gives me one last sip.
Outside, the storm raged violently,
And temperatures dropped to minus one.
Yet, in my bedroom, all was cosy and warm
The fireplace roaring with plenty of logs.
I stood behind the thick window panes,
Then, all misty with my warm breath.
I cleaned a part and looked outside.
The avenue was devoid of customers.
As rain pelted down heavily on bare trees.
Then, the wayward wind veered abruptly.
Icicles began to form on the balcony's edge.
Lightning, like serpents, flickered from side to side
Followed by the booming rumble of thunder.
I drew the curtains and switched on a night lamp.
Added some logs to upkeep the warmth.
I retreated to bed and huddled near my wife.
Let winter do its worst; I was now warm and content.
So few have ever understood me on a level well; so deep
Even less have I let witness my tears as they seep
They come forth in the darkness while others sleep;
Thoughts of you can be so elating when they creep
Finding the way out of them, climbing a chasm so steep
The glory amongst them is the harvesting I shall reap.
For the memory of that golden gaze, it is the one I shall forever keep.
It's within this lifetime; to love you is my most daring leap.
She takes hold, and then my strongest feelings sweep
To find a way to support her love, a life's goal, I must upkeep
Failing you is not an option, for if I did, filling a sorrowful well, I would forever weep.
Today I was asked to think of something nice to do for myself everyday
But I couldn't,
I froze I couldn't think of a single nice thing I'd want to do
I literally had nothing to say,
My suggestions covered good deeds for others but they didn't consider me,
Then it dawned on me
That I don't consider myself as worthy
Apparently
I don't value my upkeep in any format whatsoever,
So I dont actually care about me,
Which is heartbreaking in reality,
Somewhere along the line I lost that happy go lucky me,
Who is this person who now stands before me,
I do not recognise her anymore,
Nor does anyone else for that matter
This new persona isn't at all familiar,
I only wish I could go back to happier times,
But I feel trapped
Staring at somebody I used to no
A stranger who's lost and alone where's the girl I used to no!
Seasoned and primed for performance.
It draws attraction to feed it's need to
be seen. How different one might
compare. Each difference than
spoken as favored
from such comparison. It's
maintenance and upkeep creates
a jargon for those who wish to follow
and participate. It's dues are allocated
from the works of it's possessor. Those
who have been allowed to be great
from mere ownership.Yond beyond
the edge; the gravels create the road;
it squarks and squeaks from it's lack of
attention, but breezes to carry the load!
Each of one's five fingers wrapped around
the baton to conduct the Muses of people.
Simple for the trained and difficult for the
untrained to fathom. Yet all in attendance
marvel at the spectacle. To applaud
Located in the perfect place
Filed in transparent drawer
Unruly impediments erased
Facets interact free of flaw
Seamless system clockwork
Methods remain meticulous
Design drawn up by a doctor
Considered, inconspicuous
Routine guides a room's tidy
Itemising verbatim shelves
Briefcase organised abiding
Data struck upon first delve
Packed in precise patterns
Utility is readily predicted
Shipshape sailing on satin
Scurvy sufferers evicted
Fold exposes name brand
Recognised categorically
Regular overhauls planned
Excess viewed as slovenly
Upkeep travels compact
In zipped compartments
Disarray tends to detract
Regimented requirements
8th of **** April
I am the sun, I energize your day.
I speak expressly to the humid air;
'dry up for a day that is bright and fair.'
I command moisture to dry the lush hay
for non-ruminants to be well nourished.
I am ageless, and I am distinguished.
My golden rays have living things enriched,
my yellow rays induce the labourer's sleep,
having toiled so hard for his family's upkeep.
The flower smiles at my usual advances,
and with her fixed gaze, she makes no glances.
My loving rays speak with no utterances.
The day flourishes with my assistance,
as I serve from my celestial distance.
My service to you, none else can replicate.
Without me, life-form will from the earth vacate.
Off the ladder without a life jacket.
“Her ascent, was imminent,” said the sea,
“I wasn’t up for all that drowning racket.”
Dives in with her orange vest - carefree,
holding handles, she’s propelled through the deep,
where many ghosts do not talk in their sleep,
and tears of loved ones join many who weep.
The mermaid with a lucid tail; loose lips,
her hourglass figure and tongue making flips;
she’s flippant about the she-human hips.
“What no swishy-tail?! Look at that jacket…”
“She’s not a talent, like you…let her be…
Look at those two legs…think of the upkeep.”
In due time, she-human ascends, then slips.
2/14/2023
Fragmented Rhyme
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Used Howmanysyllables & Rhymezone
Under new management
his skin became more porous
epidermal squamous cells
more translucent,
maybe he was just getting older
maybe the new governor
of his think-machinery
did a better job of keeping up with
everyday maintenance.
His eyes were never the best
but he often did not need them
to see through the obvious,
the unconscious slight-of-hand
chicanery of other's.
He also saw where he had been
a facsimile and ersatz to the hilt.
He chuckles now
as he cleans house again.
Oh moon, be calm as you fade away from sight.
Beat shaped in my heart, and the pulse is harder.
Nature! Your artistic scenes outdo all heights.
Venus smiled as the Moon blinked in her harbor.
Stars made a pledge to upkeep the night sky bright.
Ah, jealous moon, recall daffodils ardor.
Shades splash in sapphire, arc's dazzling Edenic.
Grace nature, your brushwork is bright and scenic.
Written: October 06, 2022
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