No pretending,
fences need mending.
A will unbending,
always condescending.
Voices sending,
words seem unending.
Friendship rending,
intent offending.
Friendship depending,
to matters attending.
Lost friend impending
will be heartrending.
.
i know sum uv y'all
ponder
"who is the bard's
she"
"or thees"
trifle not yourn think
indulgerz uv mine
writes
rights
'twere them
and 'tiz
them
and i'm
luv'n
theirn
with every leak
uv
my
pen
i iterate
"pen"
Maybe a simulation only
Tsunami tells us the waves
Will eventually roar storeys high
The endless quarrying tells us
One day the mountain rocks start rolling
The flood tells us the rivers
Will penetrate into the cities like roads
Pollution makes the rivers feed on colours
Acid rain sheds the leaves bald
Deforestation makes the forests thin
And animals start shifting
Radioactive waste makes the fishes commit suicide collectively
Workloads makes people
Become pressured cans with stony faces
The skyscrapers poke into heaven Resulting in a bigger hole in the ozone layer
The endless oil mines poke into hell
Resulting in volcano eruptions
Internal wars and boundary wars are Only signs of men struggling
To survive the pre-doomsday
A Fictitious Dream
Miracle Man
2/27/2022
Nights were littered with specters in dreams,
I saw their faces and heard their screams.
From all around I saw flames lapping,
should I get up, or continue cat-napping.
The sky was made up of crimson dyes,
I couldn’t escape when I closed my eyes.
Mind molded images into an unknown shape,
the alarm clock brought to me my escape.
(Greek Hero Agamemnon Part)
Love has gone for victory
Fate
made the love blind for victory
and slain the innocent heir
oh the game of goddess
the remained love
weaved the hive for another love philter
honey
bitterly sweet in fictitious love!
fate
slain the coming back love
secretly!
the flies,
black flies
made oblige to wear the cloth of repentance
till last breath
for the love
victory
got shy to come back
oh the fate
again came on the hand of innocent rest heir
the sky,
the ground,
the air,
the fire,
the ocean,
all were stained with the fresh slain blood!
-January 16, 2020 Chattogram
Suspicious of Being Fictitious
About Trump have become suspicious;
Nothing about him was ever nutritious;
Fatty tissue,
Is an issue;
His weight and knowledge are fictitious.
Jim Horn
This Do Want To Discuss
With you this we do want to discuss;
Poor guy had been run over by a bus;
Were confiding;
Bike riding;
About tragedy friends did raise a fuss.
Jim Horn
Trump Said He Is a Sage
Had heard Trump say he is an old sage;
All of his lies we read page after page;
Was big and bold,
When stories told;
Now obsessed displaying own outrage.
Jim Horn
None Ever Above the Law
Was another rule which we say;
No one should be above the law;
Think are God,
With beautiful bod,
Or take golden shower in the raw.
Jim Horn
About Trump We Are Craving
Things about Trump we are craving;
Sure wish he would start behaving;
Always knowing,
Basket overflowing,
So bad things about we are saving.
Jim Horn
Endure and Cure for Sure
Trump always truly have to endure;
Drastically dumb do know for sure;
Infection got,
After shot;
Now if we only could find a cure.
Jim Horn
A faux pas meant to be funny
a complicated compliment
undressing the address
Words intermingle
suspending the single
Ghosts masked in the past
hypocrisy lasts
living a lie
tears in the sky
Explaining the unexplainable
a throne unattainable
reprecussions released
a mindset at ease
Lay down your pen
surrender's at hand
on Friday
one pm
reporter
for the
standard-examiner
at s8
interview me
puffy puffery
it is the day before Saturday
one post meridiem (1 p.m.) demolishment
set in time
correspondent of journalist
falls quickly ephemeral, quick
standard and examiner
frolicking on Sections of eight
with a simple dialogue
of puffy puffery
safety unknown
The night grows dark, not my eyes -
With vision sharp, with a puzzled mind
I look, into the bushes, without a blink
Waiting for some light.
I can feel the fog, cold on me
It makes my palms and fingers numb;
My hard breath falls harsh on them
No peace for me, I see.
My tent is warm, I snuggle to bed,
Cold, cold! I cannot rest on them;
I had to endure a lot, a lot...
The despair deeply rooted in my mind.
I close my eyes, counting sheep in vain,
I cannot sleep, those memories wake me up
And I throw my legs in despair
Clutching my pillow and crying out.
I realize, I am in a metaphor.
You're my fictitious friend, whom I loved.
I hate your creator, who killed you,
And I would surely kill those cruel cannibals.
I'm still on the hill, with a wish to see you,
With a vain wish to get you back;
I can't plunge into the final pages
If I could, I would bring you back.
DATE: 26/4/2016
Your dreamy bold curious unstable eyes
Juicy lips mounted with sober plausible sexy ties
Though silent yet propulsive pensive piercing voice
Curly hair, bare shoulder possessing fervid demise
All is enough to drive my sincere soul over flies
When I walk I don’t cause
Earthquakes
The world crumbles.
There once was a gal most religious
Whose love for her god was prodigious
She looked deep inside
Found fallacies most wide
She now lives a life less fictitious
Desiree Flake....
Stepping out on the man in her life
For a stranger she meets at night
O, she plays the game so well, always sweet
With the many secrets she keeps
One day she will learn that secrets do seep
That lies are like popping corn
They awaken a love one’s scorn
Apply enough heat, kernel by kernel
They all Pop! Pop! Pop! All over the place
Desiree Flake it is better to stay true
Secrets and lies will always make you blue
So proper and prim in my Brooks Broithers suit.
( I loathe that Obama! I much prefer Newt.)
Decorum at all times, when in public view.
( Dwelling on feelings would render one blue.)
An Ivy League background, a young trophy wife,
(I prefer peace and quiet, an absence of strife.)
Success at all costs is the rock bottom line!
( We keep cutting jobs and I think that's fine.)
All things in their turn and each in their place,
( That ***** they hired. I don't like his face.)
We must turn a profit. The public be damned!
(How dare they label our whole business a scam!)
How America prospers must be left up to us!
( If the gas goes too high, there's always the bus.)
Let them get here like I did- work hard and save!
( I have no regrets- save my untrod upon grave.)
Daddy Warbucks
All I can Say Is Oh Shucks !
Pennies Nickles Dimes and Quarters
Digging alittle deeper for I know he likes to still hoarder
Entry For Matt Caliri's Contest
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