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All Yours

Congrats on your first born, my friend, Your playboy days are soon to end, Diaper change and sleepless nights Come with your new paternal rights. I know you meant a one night stand Too bad it’s not the way you planned. Turns out your fling was with my wife Support them both, they’re yours for life. February 29, 2020

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On True Love

Searching for Love must be the most exploited trail, The theme of almost every song, play, fairy tale. Love’s shining lodestar we relentlessly pursue, Doubting repeatedly whether or not it’s true. The question “what is love” we don’t cease to inquire- Is there an afterlife to physical desire? What stimulates the mind? And what warms up the heart? What binds forever? And what pushes us apart? Is there a deeper sense, we delve to understand, Beyond Love’s magic spell, bestowed on humankind ?! I doubt we would relentlessly pursue, If Love, we hope and long for, weren’t true! January 28, 2020.

Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2020

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Y and Z

Gen Y and Z- one cryptic crowd! Manage, by text, to Laugh Out Loud! Not loud enough?! Well, there is more - Laughing While Rolling On The Floor! LMBO LMAO – righteously well known, Intend to flip your tailbone! Though both take root from the same breed, The first one, slightly more discreet. KISS is not a sign of cupid - It reads: Keep It Simple Stupid! Now you wish you didn't know, Too late, they said and told you so! Already Been Done, not a pun, Implies, “don’t bother, it’s not fun”. Friends but With Benefits indeed Trump "just good friends" for those in need. If oldies had such helpful cues, Most friends would end up of no use. Parents Are Watching - cautions danger, Worse than an online chat room stranger. The bitter truth is hard to bear - They want us out of their hair. If you see this - FYEO - please do not pry! That’s Too Much Info For Your Eye. A Selfie, butt don’t be too sure, That what you find you will endure. Gen Y and Z - great savvy crowd! We Got To Go and Bye 4 Now. FYI Just So You Know In Real Life We Love You So! February 8, 2020 If you find them unusual :)Text acronyms - hilarious novelty of modern linguistics, that we could but cannot live without. Hope you find it both useful and entertaining.

Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2020

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To Her Ardent Mister

Had we but World enough and Time Your mating call, sir, were no crime. If lifetimes were more than a few I’d spend an Age for each of you. First with a Parisian lover For a century I’d hover. Then hot Latino macho boy Will fill a few decades with joy. Then I meander solo East On diverse cultures I would feast. When great adventures I’m done with I’d meditate on what Life is. For Lady I deserve such state Not would I love at lower rate. Then comes the quest for the best part - To whom I shall invest my heart. But, sir, you’re right, there is no time To waste on matters less sublime. I’d rather spend all years I have On vast eternity of Love. Your mortal fears I’d gladly spurn, The grave would be my last concern. About my pores with instant Fires?! They’ll last a lifetime to transpire. Into my coyness do not delve Handle your ardor, sir, yourself! December 28, 2020 Parody on Andrew Marvell’s “To My Coy Mistress”

Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2020

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Hangman

Wonder what the hangman had in mind When he was looking in the doomed man’s eyes, While double-checking if the noose was right Did he have haunting, hollow dreams at night? Did he empathize with the condemned man? Was it compassion for beloved ones? Or just revulsion for the cruel crimes With helpless victims’ last and feeble cries? Or maybe he had nothing to think of, And maybe he was nothing more than bored, The sooner tightened he the stubborn rope, The sooner he would finally hasten home. To love and kiss and hug his wife and kids, To satisfy his normal, basic needs, To pour himself a glass of tasteless wine, Wonder what the hangman had in mind? What did he think of at his time to go? The sweaty hood, the gallows, or the rope? Or the wide, tear-filled eyes without a hope? Dark mysteries the rest shall never know. February 8, 2020 sponcor: Jenish Somadas Contest: Let the Pens Flow

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Anthropomorphic

If food for finer thoughts we did not crave, If sense of purpose we did not apply, If we did not critique how we behave, If dormant laid Alert Judgmental Eye… If float and breed were our exclusive wish, If instincts solely spurred us to survive, We might as well be just a school of fish - Not learning about deep currents of Life. If we ran loose, not playing by the rules, If years weren’t measured by the days we seize, We might as well be just a pack of wolves - With hungry jaws and reflex to appease. If loyalty and trust weren’t our guide, If fam’ly failed to withstand the Time, We might as well be lions, without pride - Where govern male rivalry and crime. If we ignored the term - Personal Growth, Meandering complacently in awe, We might as well be just a slack of sloth - With sluggish status quo, seeking no more. If benefits of thought we didn’t reap, If mindful property we didn’t hold dear, We might as well be just a herd of sheep - That sacrificed their free will out of fear. Brushing aside the Kingdom of the Wild, Place on a pedestal a Human Mind. With love and progress equally aligned Let’s be the best we can, one of a Kind. As to Judgmental Eye, its primal goal - To keep our planet safe and civil, By virtue of Grey Matter, above all - To distinguish between good and evil. January 20, 2021 Contest: Non-Judgmental Eye Sponsor :Unseeking Seeker

Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2021

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Some

Some speak with eloquence, blowing one’s mind Some read greedily, blowing theirs, in kind, Some think a whirlpool, in need to chatter Some take it all in, no words to utter, Some feel tenderly, worry a lot, Some are too busy to give it a shot, Some cry out loud, for everyone’s eyes Some hold tears back, choking inside, Some chosen, whatever they do, have a ball, Some, strangely enough, enjoy nothing at all, Some make passionate love, graciously so, Some mate and count, joyfully though, Some want what they see on someone else’s plate, Some value what they have and never would trade, Some sing in a shower, some pee in it too, Some do and some don’t, what can we do!?

Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2016

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children vs CHILDREN

They fall, and get hurt, and again race right after, Life's full of home-made cookies and laughter, They absolutely adore every season They promise by pinkie and lie for no reason, They learn by osmosis, that is asking Why, They dare to count every star in the sky, They aren’t tormented by guilt or by doubt. When they get sad, they can cry it out loud. Playground in the park is the best place on earth Where Past, Present, Future are equally worth... "Life's is a stage and a man is an actor" What happens to careless innocent laughter?! The best season is on a tropical island, Tears still shed, are not wet but are silent, We still learn indeed but from our mistakes, Love's two-way street where one gives and one takes. Wounds, self-inflicted from emotional pain, Success rate is measured by things that we gain, We merely pass by the playground in the park, The birthplace of innocent, curious spark.

Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2015

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Hyper Kid

He’s what we call a trouble And often not just one but double! A hyperactive kid with label, That reads he’s restless and unstable. Be patient, give him needed space, Though fast, he doesn’t win the race. Shrewd and brave, a daredevil, With low concentration level. His frazzled mind needs to express But often ordered to suppress. Those random words he has to say Will choose improper time and way. Show your love and understanding, What he does wrong is rather random - It’s not you but him, who’s bothered, Being brushed away by others. Don’t get angry in frustration, Offer extra stimulation, Let brilliant fast spinning mind Have territory to unwind. You will achieve the best result- Praise, compromise but don’t insult. If reprimand - in decent terms, Wondering eyes calm after storm. Give him another chance to win, Wish to be 1st – his biggest sin. Your great reward – his happy smile Stays in your heart, it is worth trying. What doctors promised, all came true Efforts paid off, your son outgrew. Not long ago his worn-out label Turned into well-behaved, and stable.

Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2019

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Carpe Diem

Living is a treasured journey, Not a trophy chasing tourney. Yet many tend to rush its flow, Smelling the roses on the go. Tomorrow shall not seize the day; Surely the power of Now may. Love life as is! The lower pace, The slower to the resting place!
December 29, 2019

Copyright © Margarita Lillico | Year Posted 2019

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