In a village lived a lame man named Dick
Once he was walking along with a stick
A monkey with a grin
From back, pulled the stick in
With a flick of stick, he gave it a kick
Billionaires live in a rat hole
And hoard funds for their barren soul
Their burrows and blight
Are nests out of sight
Where pest control's just whack-a-mole
The rich bribe the prez with cash nuts
And praise Trumpenstein's rodent guts!
Those privileged imbibe
Tax cuts for their tribe
While we'll eat what's dropped from their butts
Like bubbles borne by sea if be this life—
In space of time a mere random moment
And still myriads of rare promises rife,
E’en bubbles as event can make a dent.
Wish, I see in waves and waters vast sea,
See common clay, in all pots and potter,
Wish, I can see the root reality,
See lotus not else than mud and water.
To Destiny, not so is good nor bad,
And still I cleave, create likes and dislikes
From things that are joyous, nor ever sad,
My clinging as a discordant note strikes.
And yet, I can’t but cleave and feel inclined,
Mayhap, in playful mischief God made mind.
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Sonnet |04.12.2006| God, creation, life
The cheating love
You know how we are deep into the sea of love
Like Salt doesn't cheat the water of sea sand doesn't cheat the depth of sea
Like fire doesn't cheat the wood and like clouds doesn't cheat to be rain.
I am A cluster bean when I start on you
I am a cluster bean when I lick on you
I am a cluster bean when I press on you
It's a sensation of love to be dirty as now you are given a token of your love what? your emptiness give me seduction of our past feel of our each breath.
You made me lord of love when you stop me with a jerk of hands but I mind my feelings can cry for what you know?
Our witness is the place the rooms the pillows the bed the fragrance the TV the batch the dustbin the shower the food which has been ordered and it was our love of our used condom....... Hello romantic time with me not for kids
With love all
OM Jagdish
To vaishali baskaran
Sweet heart
You were anticipating shallow water
Instead you fell in the deep end
This water’s a shade of blue you haven’t seen before
You forgot that curiosity killed the cat
Explains why you would you go and do a thing like that
Unfortunately there’s a price to pay for waking her
When you had no intention of staying up late
You just delivered more rain to the flood gate
Cos what’s a little more chaos
It’s not your mess to clean up though
So don’t mention it this time
Be grateful for the silent goodbye
The story can’t be told the same as it was lived
And realistically what else can she do but forgive
A well rehearsed smile hiding shame
Once again only herself to blame
It’s all love, she says
Licking her wounds and counting the damage
Another day another mischief managed
Not too much to say I’ll keep it concise,
just stuff that energy inside my hat;
There is trouble in witch’s paradise;
But as they say I’ve got a spell for that;
I may seem to be a bit mild mannered,
do not discount the fire in my cauldron;
Magick always runs by its own standard,
the heart of the caster simply stirs on;
Sending chaos will ensure it comes back,
receiving no less than equal treatment;
This is not just filling up a smokestack,
what I said is exactly what I meant;
Be kind and you will know what is coming,
start mischief that is what you are getting.
Some kids their parents would chide
And the bad habits they hide.
"Don't touch your dad's bicycle,
He'd mind baby's tricycle"
"Make sure you in time arrive
And he'll be back before Five!"
Moves which make things seem okay;
You won't see one try cheap fray.
The ones who like to clothes soil
Won't give Mum the chance to boil;
A cause of painful mischief
Helps parents to fight the grief.
You can't see them go too near
To the car you hold too dear...
Still, kids need to see your back
And all dropped habits are back!
Nick's sword of mischief is ready,
The thrusts to be ever steady
For those he is sure are heady,
Now controllable, soon an eddy...
Nick's challengers need steely sword,
Until they accept a Made Lord,
Palm wine has failed with its swell gourd;
No one has ever pleased a horde.
Nick shall reached throats slash with his sword,
Now it's without doubt the Spring Board
For proclaiming himself First Lord
His sword at the back of his Ford...
Too bad for who'd lived in Oxford
And his English Last Name: Clifford.
I don't see the funny part
Of calling a woman Tart:
What you now plan to restart
And just burn a happy heart
Words of mischief stacked in cart
Had never won Purple Heart
The loosed tongue may around dart
But don't fail to smell like fart
I foresee some tomorrow
Face of repentance borrow;
The hacked heart still in sorrow:
Tina's: tears fill a barrow.
My whirligigs are whirling
Since the wind has come to call
And my windsocks’ arms are twirling
Like they’re gearing for a brawl.
The temperature is dropping
Back to wintertime degrees
And the gusts will not be stopping
‘Til we all begin to freeze.
Mother Nature is enjoying
Making mischief these days; hence,
‘Tween the seasons we’ll be buoying
As she laughs at our expense.
I have a cat with fur as soft as silk
Always Keeps a greedy eye on my milk
A cutie, I love so much
Sometimes, she acts like a witch
Then I cannot but give her a hard kick!
I have an unfriendly neighbor called Watts
One night my cat ate up his porridge oats
Closing the door with a thud
He sat upset on his bed
He stormed round in anger kicking his boots
It made me feel bad and so annoyed
The cat's freedom to roam was denied
Now she sleeps on my bed
Never raising her head
My angry gaze, she wants to avoid
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outside my window
I see them colluding
plotting and scheming
obviously planning
for some mischievous purpose
to take over the world
they're quiet now but not for long
soon I know they'll set their plan in motion
and who knows what trouble they'll get into
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Merrily
fairies tease lyrical tunes
arranged almost airily
Breezily
frolic with wild woodland sprites
dancing through branches of trees
Kisses pressed
with great delight on the ears
of squirrels sleeping in nests
Finally
as the sun rises, they slip
under leaves, sleep peacefully
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This is a Treochair, 3a/7x/7a - kind of like it!
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Wads of Bazooka Joe under my seat
cigarette smoke in the john
Butting in line for some 'mystery meat'
giggling at boys with a 'hard-on'
This was the kind of mischief we made ~
before handguns replaced baseball card trades
Are lingering sighs, while expressing disbelief
Showing some frustration ere welcome relief,
With sincere, rapt attention to what it entails
Carefully absorbing the minutest of details,
Sometimes with the aid of a silk handkerchief.
Then, too, observing the most foolish mischief
Showing itself in a variety of impetuous motif
Sending one off the straight and narrow rails,
Are lingering sighs.
A heavy sigh can denote suspension of belief
Or registering information requiring a debrief,
To assure utmost security from whatever assails
Attention-getting, to be sure, notice never fails,
Quite different from sudden breath-taking grief
Are lingering sighs.
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