Come with me to the
meadows and enjoy
the bucolic life
of the unruffled
landscapes, amidst the
low hills by the cosy pool,
where we will bask in
the summer sun.
We will have a summer
vacation date that will
leave indelible prints
in our transient memories,
after we must have
explored our different
worlds on the smooth
and lush quiet green
of sunny Spain.
I am tired of Taylor Swift,
Her face I can not avoid.
I know you gals get my drift.
I love her, but am annoyed.
She has all those Swifty fans.
Isn't that enough for her?
All she does is sing and dance,
and is known throughout this
earth.
Her picture is everywhere!
Won't you give me a break Please?!
Kelce and her, are a pair.
Watch the Kansas city chiefs.
I turn the radio on.
You won't believe who I hear.
My daughter's favorite song.
You guessed wrong, it's Britney Spears.
Gotcha LOL
Michael Tor
Taylor is a wonderful
performer but I think
they overcharge at her
concerts and parents
foot the bill for their
teenage kids...
Michael Tor
Swifties Unite!
Mimi, Taylor's most insta-swifty, totally meowed
As she grabs some me time, she'll vote she vowed
I really must flush and shoo
Me lady needs the loo
Swifty Cat ladies unite! We’re smart, brave and proud!
Taylor's pretty swift, a single cat gal with grit
A brash gust of fresh air with verve drive and wit
Swifties exude grand elation
So goes Swift, so goes the nation!
Scared of big yeller bullies? Not one damn bit
She's strutting down the neon streets,
With a smile that the world can't beat.
Glitter rains from every note,
Catching fire in her velvet coat.
Crowds roar wild, the beat won't slow,
She's the spark that sets the show.
Dizzy lights and hearts that sway,
In her name, the night's in play.
Gold confetti, fame untamed,
A legacy with joy proclaimed.
Her tunes, they crash, a tidal wave,
On the stage, she's bold, she's brave.
In chaotic bliss, she spins so free,
A dance with fate, her jubilee.
From country twang to pop-star's crown,
Swift's the queen, and never down.
A shallow thinker of little integrity
A sycophant stinker and less empathy
A wanting to return to a golden age
which never existed,
with ludicrous rants that serve to enrage
Catty remarks weird and twisted...
Selflessly she married into a family,
it only makes her more inspiring
She won't hear the sounds of pitter patter,
Kamala, her husband and stepchildren matter!
Taylor Swift:
Her musical talent is a gift.
Her connection to her fans will not sever,
but we (she and I) will never, ever, ever get together!
Listening to the torture, the evidence of love lost,
It soothes the loneliness and heavy hollowness
Felt by so many; a smile creeps onto the face of
Each of us, knowing we are heard by the poet.
(for Taylor Swift)
Eagle Swift, My Conscience Uplifts
Upshifts the Swiftness, It's Blissful, My Soul Drifts
Solo Drifter, I Sail The Abyss
One with the Quasars, I Scratch Off The Bucket List
High Born, I Soar Like a Rocket Ship
Where Tales Turn Legend, These Wings Are Destined
I Believe and I Too Have a Dream
Uncaged, I'm The Lion King
I'm The Wild Thing
Destined, Just Me and My Wild Steed,
Like Days Of Old I Trod with Nobility
In Grace, Honor and Chivalry
In Fields like Romance that Blaze towards Destiny
A Cosmic Reunion with my Greater Me,
I Spread My Wings and Transform like a Butterfly
Hawk Eyed, I Soar with Laser Precision Flight
Dragon Sown Forged Of Fire
I'm Opal Bold, Solar Storm Hardwired,
Purged by Friction Glistens a Diamond Intuition
Heaven Rejoice, In Truth I Have Risen
Certain yarns with needles knit
Are not strong and likely will split
So please keep in mind
The seamstress is kind
And insists on try-ons for fit
Taylor Swift spins stories, her songbird-like sensations,
an underrated pop princess with poetical persuasions.
Her complex lyric lexicon, like a folklore luminary,
invites the listener to see themselves as a fellow visionary.
Rants do not make great songs
Rosanne Barr I am sorry to say
not so great in a thong
when you sell no tickets
you have no show
Unless you on the side streets of cali
among peepers and creepers
then ticket sales of two are no crime
if you over and above nineteen
invite the crowds to see the obscene
When the show is over and done
make sure the phones delete
the evidence of sins and desperate crumbs
if you have no voice
there is no musical lyric to rejoice
To lift markets is no mean a gift,
Nor tailor such mania, and so swift,
Nor to raise equal toast,
Shakespeare, Keats, be it Frost,
Taylor Swift still makes a quantum shift!
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Happenings |15.08.2023| limerick, humour
Poet’s note: A few days back we saw Taylor Swift mania in full swing. She had made headlines when ticket sales from her Eras Tour impacted the US economy (yea, reports say so). Some 20,000 fans showed up outside the stadium. Four of her albums were among Top 10 at the same time. Universities offer courses on Psychology of Taylor Swift. I wonder if part of the global warming is caused by this mania!
I can't recall the day We met, It's all a blur,
A chance encounter, fate's aLLure,
Years swept away, not a single word exchanged,
I watched YOU vanish, we remained as eStranged.
Through Those coffee orbs, I see stars on a peaceful nIght,
But they held a secret, a worLd in disguise,
That red t-shirt, a memory so bittersweet,
A subtLe smirk, a haunting image I can't delete.
You claim I'm the best thing that you've ever found,
But do you really knoW me, or is it just A rebouNd?
A game you play wiTh your friends, a passing fling, Am I just an easy catch, a momentaRy dream?
Or are you seeking comfort in your troubled soul,
Am I the soothing balm that makes you feel whole? Will you stay once your heart's wounds MEnd,
Or vanish into the dreamland's bend?
I'll guard my heart and like I guarded your secrets,
You'll break my heart like you broke your promises,
And I'll sit in my same old room at my parents house,
Cursing myself for why did I fell for your lies.
And in darkness where I once caressed your soul,
I'll cry myself to sleep and hope you'll hold,
On to my memories.
My Love, how she laughs!
And brims with delight
As she breezes along
The sun in her lap –
A glittering pose
Becomes her, just so
In her whimsical hues
And idling flows
And when she sighs
And shifts on the sand
Aglow in the night
The moon in her eyes –
‘Tis all I can stand
Myself, but a man
Drenched with a thirst
Alone – and upland
And when she cries
And weeps in the rain
Oh, that I!
Could take her away
To fields where we lay
And lessen her pain –
And when she roars!
And leaps – mighty leaps!
Her passions – asleep
Awake from the deep
To settle the score
That all lovers keep
Of madness and lore
Of legends and more
That leap – as she leaps
And roar – as she roars!
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