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Margarita Lillico Poem
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
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Sanctuary of literary sound
where minds meander to get lost and found -
when lost, discover thresholds, not yet crossed,
or find the path you thought you may have lost.
March 9, 2021
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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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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.
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To nature's norms have I complied -
I laughed, I cried, I lived. I tried.
I'd like to think in aftermath
There's more to my existence path.
I paid the procreation dues,
Dear offspring and their offspring too.
My children opened up my eyes
Far beyond me, myself and I.
The grandkids taught me quite a bit -
There's more to golden age than knit.
No shutters to wondering mind,
Just open it and you will find -
In brighter hue the greener grass
Is on our side in front of us.
Power is not how much but how
To stay aboard the flight of now.
Retired bliss converts the course -
Discretionary time to pause.
Smelling the roses is a must
As flower fanfare fading fast.
Hunger for knowledge, free to sate,
But wisdom's pride is heavyweight.
(No known tip-off to neutralize -
To shed the weights and keep the wise).
The all time norm by which I vow -
Not there nor then but here and now.
To nature's norms have I complied -
Once upon a time lived I!
February 27, 2023
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“Holmes, what is the secret of your glory,
What keeps us thrilled and rapt right to the end?”
“The hook of a swell detective story -
Quite elementary, my modern friend."
“Your methods by deduction, I must tell,
Earned you renown for the most brilliant mind.”
“Crime is common, logic rare, so I dwell
On hidden clues, the suspects leave behind.”
"Some tricky cases racked Scotland Yard's brains,
What would be your best sleuthing card to play?"
"The very truth lies in what still remains,
As slim improbabilities outweigh."
“With such demanding hardcore duty, you
must have pastime of some distinguished type.”
“No doubt, my curious fan, I have a few:
Observations, dear Watson and my pipe.”
“Where are you in the matters of the heart,
The rumor has it, women aren’t your 'thing'?”
“There was but one I held in high regard,
The one, who could plot well as well as sing.”
“With due respect to your uncanny wit,
What’s your advice to those, who murder still?”
“One’s life is not your own, hands off it,
No one is granted a license to kill!”
“Would you please share your most frustrating case?”
“Here, the cold one to my shame and disgrace :
Watson and I once camping at the site,
Turned out to be a very chilled event.
By shrewdly staring at the starry night,
I then deduced that someone stole our tent!
That scurrilous tent thief getting away,
Like Speckled Band still haunts me to this day.”
"Born most revered detective of all times,
Well, Sherlock, what’s the saga of your birth?”
“This basic question, though I solved tough crimes,
You’d ask Sir Conan Doyle for what that’s worth.”
February 5, 2022
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(to the tune of "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" from the musical "Mary Poppins")
When grandma got her mobile phone
At first she struggled so,
But when she reached new milestone
She couldn’t let it go.
She face-timed everyone all day
In her town and abroad;
She simply had a lot to say,
Got neither vexed or bored.
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MY GOOGLEGRANNYSNAPCHATCRAZYINSTAGRAMANDTWITTER
Days and nights on internet
Have made her fast and witty.
No more home-made cakes and pies
And that is quite a pity!
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I did bend backwards, so to speak,
To get my grandma back,
But she got mad, called me a freak -
Gave me a hearty whack.
When Gran Aid Services arrived
She played cool and proper;
She lied and said that I contrived
One big, blatant whopper.
Chorus:
MY GOOGLEGRANNYSNAPCHATCRAZYINSTAGRAMANDTWITTER
Days and nights on internet
Have made her fast and witty.
No more home-made cakes and pies
And that is quite a pity!
GOOGLEGRANNYSNAPCHATCRAZYINSTAGRAMANDTWITTER
But then I got a simple plan –
An eye goes for an eye.
Although easier said than done
I baked an apple pie.
I made a cake and cookies too,
A cup of tea as well,
Before my selfish granny knew,
I ate it all myself.
Chorus:
MY GOOGLEGRANNYSNAPCHATCRAZYINSTAGRAMANDTWITTER
Days and nights on internet
Have made her fast and witty.
No more cakes and pies for her,
And that is quite a pity!
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He’s the master of limerick quirks!
He has charmed PS with witty smirks!
His wit, quite dry,
Hits a bullseye,
That is how Rico's wry mindset works!
March 8, 2022
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Midsummer hot afternoon hip
From licking lips of ice-cream drip.
Chocolate and mint I often crave
But strawberry - my old time fave!
Exquisite, palate pleasing taste -
My thrilled tongue twirling, soaked and bathed.
Body and mind of chilling bliss -
Hot and cold dish of ice cream kiss.
Ultimate height under the sun,
Where joy and pleasure melts in one.
Midsummer dream of taunting tease -
Languorous love in heat wave breeze!
June 20, 2022
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Margarita Lillico Poem
Jeff Kyser
Andrea Dietrich
Jeff Kyser is my kind of mind,
His humor sense witty and wide -
So often frenetic
But deep and poetic -
Loose Silly Sack is now my guide.
Andrea’s vision has so much within it,
Do not read Chimp the Clown before dinner -
So much more to the soup
With a monkey pet poop -
Added more spit and zest to the winner.
I confess I quite like myself too,
Familiar, fit like favorite shoe -
As I run out of time
Same perpetual rhyme -
Less of soup, rather thick like a stew.
December 3, 2022
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