What evil genius
had this brilliant idea,
of one ply toilet tissue
for cleaning our rears.
No doubt during use
there's a well founded fear,
of a finger break thru
and a real nasty tear!
Let me be crystal clear
with regards to our rears,
yes, for all and for one
still some work to be done.
What we know to be true
paperwork left to do,
and I know for this guy,
it won't be one ply!
There's a basic sense of satisfaction.
With safety, like a fort, I'm surrounded.
With friends, there's a lively interaction.
In acts of love and joy I'm well-founded.
Yet I am weighed down with an inner fear.
Where from my superciliousness throngs?
Paths, as though with fog, are often unclear.
Why do I turn dumb when I oppose wrongs?
Happiness must flow like a distinct stream.
Existence, like the breeze, should flow freely.
Fortitude must glimmer like the sunbeam.
Each minute must be lived ideally.
Floods follow no lofty order,
And blind be to any border,
They like none, nor dislike,
And equal do all strike,
He knows who’s a fair beholder.
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Happenings |24.08.2024| river, flood
Poet’s note: The new regime in Bangladesh recently felt that India deliberately opened up dam waters to inundate the neighbour country. This ditty shows, the truth is otherwise. The Indian territory was no less affected by the floods, and their fear is not well-founded.
Leary of those who are cheery? ~
Your life is probably dreary
"Green is nature’s poetry."
"Green – the magical canvas of nature."
"Green gives the calm we need in this world full of chaos."
~ Shilpa Ahuja (all 3 quotes)
"Green is the fresh emblem of well-founded hopes."
~ Mary Webb
Nature's poetry is green,
Blazing in the leaves,
It makes the heart feel serene,
The mind, calm receives;
Green is canvas magical,
Where God paints the trees,
Vast verdancy radical
Cool the eyes and please;
Emblem of well-founded hopes,
Green is Spring's first blush,
The fresh grass that grows on slopes,
Decked with dew looks lush;
When we see an emerald,
The pulse beats faster,
Green does excite and herald
"Hand of the Master".
Go ahead,
Tell the world what to do
So it’s more like
The world you want.
Forget for a moment
You have only been here
For a moment
While the world
Both the literal earthy one
And the figurative human one
Have been here
Turning, surviving, evolving
For a very long time indeed.
Tell us
What we need to do
To make this all a safe
And better place
To preserve the fragile peace
Of your well founded confidence.
(7/14/23)
ethics mold our core being
our well-founded standards
embrace morals and values
and not follow one’s feelings
nor “what society accepts”
every equation has two sides
let knowledge prevail
Hot cascading non-stop tears
From well-founded disturbing fears,
As The Mist from The Mysterious clears
And A Date for A Death nears
For A beloved One, very Dear,
Whom they would his flesh fear
With a clean or dirty spear …
Later, it was his son who did
From a concealing bush he’d hid
And later towards quarry slouched
While he by a fireside crouched.
Should he this report to The Police
Or to his Born-Again Wife Alice?
Ted’s capture is certain by The Former
To no escape route a newcomer …
Alice might start a Forgiveness Drama
Or Ted hit with a plastic hammer.
Let your heart have trust in God,
Midst strong storm and vile weather;
Keep your head above the flood,
Let your hope be always there.
Let your mind possess belief
Or persuasion so solid;
Undaunted by pip and grief,
Your faith is just well-founded.
Let your conviction remain
In your spirit, in your soul;
Never be afraid of pain,
Just reach your dream, aim, and goal.
Let your firm certitude stay,
Allowing it not to sink;
The troubles along the way
Won't win over what you think.
Rely on God's discretion,
He knows what is best for you;
No time for dubitation,
God's promise is simply true.
Form: Tanaga
Gaia is the Earth's mother and keeper,
guarding, shielding, protecting the future.
Gaia is fed up with humans as kings;
Earth is a mess with ecosystem dings.
Humans out of control, are now a sore;
endless fighting, threatening nuclear war.
Gaia must act before it's far too late,
to choose a new king of beasts to create.
Primates societies are too weak,
too dependent on politic's critique.
So Gaia looked at social insect clans,
with their stable, safe, old monarchy brands.
So it was a choice between the top three:
the ant, the termite and the social bee.
In the end it was the ants that were crowned
as new king of beasts; a choice well-founded.
I suspect that the world isn’t design for us
But its us who’ll want to design the world to be
Every living thing for the world to outlast
Is there really something I did not see?
I suspect that the world hasn’t life
Merely… we gave it one
We are Gods among with an ultimate lie
And when we die… we ain’t done
My suspicion remains well-founded
Forever however I’m left dumb-folded
For all who breathes… we are all blended
As well… jaded
An if world to suspect us no less
I can only say… the world won’t care
Why is there always a test?
Is there another world we did not dare?
If the world is design for us
It’ll be something we forever will never see
Did I owe the world to ask?
I’ll simply design the world to be
My Father built and repaired houses.
Like my Mother, I have a fear of potentially,
terrible disasters; They are well-founded, you see.
I’ve seen the nail-through-the-finger;
the fall from ladders and his face,
the day that someone’s hammer broke a light bulb
And glass shards dotted his face.
After a while, the ER employees knew him by name.
Nevertheless, he went to work every day, quite proudly
and returned in the evenings for his,
aspirin and pre-supper, nap.
Whirlwind of emotions swirling in my heart
Shards of love
Shards of pain
Shards of deception
Conviction in my heart is it well founded?
Why should i trust?
Why should i love?
What rationalization should be granted for my devotion?
Yearning for enjoyment and freedom
Will i achieve it?
Revelations shall be revealed in the future
Anticipating justifcations of my merits
Unlucky in cards
Lucky in Love
Is the saying
Show me the bards
And the light from above
I began braying
Hopes and dreams cast asunder
My heart a literal punching bag
For dishonesty
I said love is a blunder
Made by fools selling ads in a mag
Sadness was my destiny
But then I met her
Our meeting was innocent enough
We chatted carefully
Our caution well founded
But love was no bluff
We chatted plentifully
Our Love abounded
Once again I was struck
Her very glance was plenty
I wanted more
I was gifted with lady luck
Granting me with the greatest girl among many
The angels said it was amore
So here I sit
In the arms of love
I have fallen fast
But I enjoy all of it
As I sit with my dove
Willing to make it last
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