Indisputeable world cricket champions of the west
we are indeed difficult to defeat in every test
The T20 game of sports bring the best players altogether
to compete between eleven players to see who is better
the sound of sixes rocks the stadium when someone makes a hit
alone this will tell you what the spectators love to see bit by bit
every batsman and bowler goes to edge to keep a clean fight
to carry their choice with a passion to succeed and be right
the Caribbean premier league takes place once a year
when teams are drawn in ballots for the gold to compare
In a time of five hours of battle the winner will one decide
by whichever team with highest score takes away the ride
the game of this nature depends on the one with the highest score
which the audience loves to enjoy and to return to look for more
An avocado is not a vegetable,
botanically, it's classified as a fruit,
specifically, a large single-seeded berry,
although it's a fact you may wish to dispute,
your opinion is neither here nor there
as, take it or leave it,
it's what's known as a 'pear'.
And yet, should everything go pear-shaped,
don't blame the avo, it's not at fault,
for, whichever way you slice it,
it still tastes good with pepper and salt.
Right or wrong it won't take long
to see whose side you're on
as for me I'm on my mine
although I know
no one's in my corner
and that's fine
body and soul will survive
in control I'll get by
stay whole get out alive
for when the fan is hit
then down are all the chips
but never lost at sea
or in the bewilderness
unlike passing ships
tried and true it's no or yes
will they won't they
as whichever way
the breeze may blow
in sunshine rain and snow
or apparently prevails
born with a built-in BS-detector
I'm my own whether vane
known to keep wind in my sails
Thin scars
now appear so faded.
They mirror iron bars
old yet decorated.
I connect scattered stars.
Branded,
these marks give me away.
If I’m being candid,
lines hold what I can’t say.
Brute force was demanded.
Upon
a wish the light dances,
here and then it is gone.
The roughness romances,
giving strength to build on.
My skin,
delicate mosaic
painted by where I’ve been.
Whichever one you pick?
It’s story leaves a grin.
They journey midst the stars or so one might think
They come and go by way of the roof like energy,
Or so it might appear at times, wearing uniforms
But usually dressed casual and they ask for either
A pizza or a soda- maybe they want to make Promotional
Arrangements or perhaps they come for an important meeting
How do they really come? By transporter, in which case there’s
a ship orbiting over head? Convertible or other car? Or perhaps
walking? Maybe by bus but there aren’t any that run on Sundays-
Perhaps they stay close by overnight although that’s not likely so
that it had to be one of the other ways- you can only wonder and be
grateful that they are patrons
Next a person might wonder who they are-fictional characters right
from the movie screen or respectable people with various life styles
and names who play a game whether it’s tame or to avoid the television
at football time-whichever of the above they happen to be if any they are
Star Trek fans even as they seemingly glimmer around
You and me we could take a slow boat to China
don't need an ocean liner it's only a stone's throw
where nothing would be finer
than to see all the tea in Shanghai flow
and share a Chinese takeaway in a hideaway
so if I know you that's where we'll go
and we'll run in the rain or sit soaking up the sun
there's only one thing when all is said and done
I'm the kind of feller who shares his umbrella
no strings attached let's see if we're matched
and if we're matched we'll have us some fun
it's no big to-do I only want fun with you
fun in the sun or under the moon
take it on the run whichever way it comes
or me and you too could sail slowly down the Nile
smiling all the while like a pair of crocodiles
and when we reach Cairo wave and say, "Hello,"
to the sphinx and the old Pharaoh
we'll keep it casual no 'putting on the Ritz'
come be with me then we'll see
if the shoe fits and if the shoe fits
when all is said and done yes it's true
I have to say every night and day
I only want fun with you
The ghastly gum
on the bottom
of my size nine shoes
Was put there by you~
A spit of spite;
A malicious verse,
A romantic curse~
Your love is slightly underwhelming
Like a supernova imploding!
Beware
The dogs of war,
I swore ~
Dreaded double-bubble
is my sword,
I will stick you to the freeway fast-lane
(You rundown Gandy Dancer),
And like Marvelous Medusa,
Turn you into languid stone
for eternity…
Or for ten enchanting days,
Whichever comes first!
In yesteryear the wind was full of battles
Now the wind is still,
Only the ground is active, nourishing itself from the blood of countless sacrifices.
Wild flowers bloom around the spoiled spoils.
"Never again, shall I take up arms," he swore
To the sky, to his God, to the wind, whichever would hear him.
His fists clenched, he beat the air with his rage.
A rage that stemmed from thousands of conflicts,
Over countless millennia
From bare hands and to ultra-nuclear weapons
The results are the same:
The ground drinks fresh blood again from endless human sacrifices.
There are no winners or losers. Only the ground, the wind, the rocks will continue to strive long after we are gone. And the wild flowers will bloom once more in the light of our fading sun.
My little poet, go outside and sit
in your little corner
get your little pencil
and notepad
like a good little poet
and sketch out your little stanzas
free verse or rhyme
whichever you choose
My little poet,
get out your crayon pencils
and choose any of your favorite colors:
red for similes,
blue for metaphors
yellow for hyperboles
green for onomatopoeias
orange for personification
purple for alliterations
My little poet,
your little creation will one day
encompass the reminiscent
of your vibrant, youthful spirit
True love stories never have endings.
~ Richard Bach
Is fate the same as destiny,
or is it all just a matter of chance
and we perform the dance helplessly?
Perhaps hidden masters make us prance
in rhythm with some subconscious cues,
but perhaps not; perchance, perchance.
I like to think life lets us choose
haphazardly; right turn, left turn, straight ahead,
whichever turn it fashioned me into your muse.
Be it chance or be it fate, it must be said
our life together has been blessed
like dew-kissed dawn and summer’s thread.
Time for us did not stand still, it has flown
and only time has shared the love we’ve known.
Nirvana is bliss; bliss is Nirvana
Whichever it is
It’s not Kim Jong Un’s
Executions by 007-like piranha
Heard the news all about strait of Hormuz
Israel derail flail impale Septic tanks muse
Evisceration of entire nation excuse do use
The emancipation of a pariah state the ruse
Eschews queues of pundit crews from pews
Abuse truths confuse proof of sleuths views
Clues bright clear hues who did light the fuse
Whichever side you choose everyone will lose
Fossil fuel rule the soaring price of a barrel
Notoriety of warring society as things unravel
Deploring apparel Dickensian dystopia carol
Impropriety imploring piety noone can travel
Trump myopia even after alarm of Vietnam
Cruise missiles trials denials all about harm
Disarm nuclear piles more lies from the farm
Can’t becalm not napalm just arm AI wiles
No qualm war once more hush defile isles
Crush the rush of plush paedophiles files
would he know the light if there was no darkness
could there be happiness without pain and suffering
might separation and divorce lead to glorious solitude
he has no answers to these questions
yet he sees the light and it not a burning fire
not the light at the end of a tunnel
not head lights of an oncoming train
rather a vast plain with so many directions to chose
a confusing array of possibilities
the Tarot card of death as new beginnings
future on the horizon whichever way he looks
and faith to be practised for real
Urge for Loyalty in service
The fealty Of taking badge pride
Vest no cunning brigade aegis
Fits in thE atmosphere of a better slide
Length of great passion
The wOrth of hampered green
Host the Voyagers wit caution
Gist thE sail save wave's careen
The center Lead of vaults
The crease mime lOgo of chime
Standing still against inactiVity waltz's blame
To aiding thE earth's issuing assaults
The pace of Lasting bond
The fear Of children's want
Stage aboVe the stake of tricky end
To wEigh the comely oath savant
There is no curse for the Least
There is nO cuss in adultery
Self loss accustomed drunk's saVory
But a no go loosE for liars amidst
Thou hath boLdness emit on earth
Averse nOthing opaque bearing the cross
To peace seeking doVe's directories' worth
Boosting Eon's hope crosswise
Whichever is it
Nothing worth more
Only love and love hit
Situating outward cares cum bore
When on mother earth you fall
Pass off no hatred
Cry all you can but stand tall
Above darkness influences that can be afforded
Which, what of that
You may ask,
And I’ll reply,
Whichever, whatever,
But ne’er thatever.
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