Deja vu
Tea for two
Long time grandma
Look at you!
Been awhile
Since you bid adieu
So glad
For this rendezvous
You seem so happy!
In your new milieu
Someday
I will join you too!
DEJA VU
KING OF THE FOREST
If I were the King of the Forest
I’d have a laptop installed in every tree
A GPS for lionesses
Robots for cleaning messes
There’d be no need for marking territory
With pee
If I were the King of the Forest
I’d stop this stuff
Of parading around in the buff
There’d be a law against snoring
Silk blanketed flooring
And no loud roaring
Trying to prove that your tough
If I was the King of the Forest
I’d have a delivery boy
Deliver my meat
Hunting and gathering might be bold
But what about when I get old?
Besides I’ll eat the delivery boy for my treat
If I were the King of the Forest
I’d have a stylist to do my mane
I’d use the best shampoo
Some conditioner too
Hey if you’re the King
You’re supposed to be vain
If I were the King of the Forest
I’d invite the Whole World
For a unique meet and greet
From the bankers to the florists
You can all be the tourists
And have a chance
To sit in the King’s seat
If I were the King of the Forest
It would be a great and wonderful town
I’d build a fast modern train
With a sign that says
“Come Again” – burp!
Heck I’d even let you try on the King’s crown!
A GOOD DAY
To fathom the disagreeable
I’ve discerned
Is to not let your hostilities
Blow up
Much too rash
For life has it’s many incongruities
That hide in plain sight
Like a cat
Poised to strike
In the high grass
When tempests are testing
Your infallibility
To go on
Without unleashing a personal blast
Use your wit
I submit
It’s in your ability
To have your esteem
Still pristine
Without all the sass
Everyone of us
Has our own perfect halo
That is soiled
By acts
We cannot take away
We move on with a smile
And go the extra mile
And with that
I’d like to wish everyone
A Good Day!
ASCEND
Memories of days splashed with rue
Misgivings accumulate
Penalties accrue
For when thine judgements of foolhardiness come due
Tis then that you realize
That your days here are but few
After touching the bottom rock
With the sole of your shoe
Only then
Can you ascend
And set your compass
To true
TAKE BACK THE CITIES TOWNS AND CORNFIELDS OF AMERICA
They look down from their penthouse
And turn up their nose
They see us all
As a murder of crows
Bunch of pests
Foul nuisances
Trying to eat of their crops!
Not sons
Daughters
Mommas
And Pops
They don’t want to hear
Our lower class rambling!
Why shan’t we continue
our financial gambling?
Relax!
Stay tuned!
To our blessed celebrity channeling
Pray!
Think positive!
Keep rock-steady
With the Never Give Up!
Clamoring to rambling
Their scarecrow is the media
Which deems us all
Economically struggling
As decadent!
We shall not yield
The cornfield
For we are
The 99 percent!
CHRISTMAS BELLS
A heart can freeze much colder than ice
Trolls stand at guard to extract a heavy price
Witches and Goblins rejoice in their soul stealin’
Under such torment one finds nothing appealing
There is only one thing that is known to Mankind
That can get you out of this most terrible grind
It melts the heart and banishes the spells
What is this one thing
A loverly ting-a-ling!
Tis’ Christmas Bells
THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF SENOR TURKEY
I watched with awe
As you came ashore
After sailing from far far away lands
You built your towns
On none were frowns
With sheer grit, determination, faith and bare hands
I figured that one fateful day
Where we would play
And share our future destiny as friends
For that fateful chance
To laugh and dance
Where our mutual goals would depend
I have my ways
And you have yours
On each others strengths we could lend
And we could build
And see fulfilled
A New World Order
For all to comprehend
We are so different
In so many ways
I didn’t think this day
Would ever come to be
That in the end
Instead of try to befriend
You would treat me
Just like a piece of meat
Gobble! Gobble!
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DonateDonate monthlyDonate yearlyABANDONMENT
The bitterness of abandonment
Flows most forcefully
In memories
The hope endures
During the longing journey
Leaving no time
But for the present
Lost for good
The inner compass fatefully broken
The bond never to be sealed
Cast out
Amongst the unforgiven seas
Only love
Sweet love!
Can steereth you
Home
UNIQUE
Had a dream
I was a freak
From the outer limits
Of Mozambique
While I was prancing around
People would shriek
At the plates in my lips
Making it look more like a beak
Then the dream skips
Like more than a week
I’m sitting on a throne
As the King
That they seek
All in all
Guess nothing is wrong
With being
Unique
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