August 16, 2013

 

 

Only a fool would

hang around unwanted,

when cursed and belittled

and scorned

 

Only an idiot would settle

for being taken for granted,

when used and abused

by a monster, horned.

 

Only a friend would

see beneath it,

and accept a heart

that is torn.

 

Only an angel could

cope with a devil,

that has entered

a soul un-warned.

 

 

 

 

 

Penetration

Incubation

Realisation

Manifestation

Devastation.

 

 

 

 

What man when tempted

by a vamp,

who with blatant intentions

enters his camp,

can resist her wiles

and tricks of her trade,

sophisticatedly hidden

behind some masquerade.

 

What man when helpless,

yet, powerless to act,

doesn’t a scenario,

in his head, re-enact.

What woman indoors

with her watering can,

doesn’t cold water pour,

on his fantasy plan.

 

 

 

 

 

Her little band of supporters

who once came and went in droves-

All sucked in by her genius

who ate her fresh mangoes.

 

Her little band of takers

all lapped up her kudos

in their world of social climbing,

Alas, her perception was their loss.

 

She analysed their good intentions

and squeezed them like a wrench.

She saw through every charlatan

with both fists in a clench.

 

Her little band of helpers

are now but a trusted few.

For when her cupboards grew bare,

the rest vanished into the blue.

 

 

 

August 9, 2013

 

 

Fine Whisky, the staple diet

of kilted highwaymen,

drunken until they lilt.

Pure water taken with it

would help slow down the wilt.

 

 

 

 

 

Oh water nymph, you heavenly angel,

yet existing in the deep coral sea.

With seahorses for protection and

gossamer wings ensuring you’ll

always stay free.

 

 

 

 

 

When more is less

or more or less,

reduced from yesterday.

No more the stress

of carelessness,

is far, a better way.

 

When less is more

than was before,

some still left for today.

No more the need

for extravagance

and lower bills to pay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In this uncertain world

of ‘I supposes’

Where cardboard cut-outs

pass as roses

Hence no scented fragrance

getting up ones noses

For a water shortage

means a ban on hoses

And granddad, knackered,

sits there and dozes

Whilst the dog by his side

snugly cosies

In this cost-free garden

of daisy posies.

 

 

 

 

A change of plans

And shake of hands

A deal struck overnight.

 

Scrambled wavebands

Enforced remands

Alas, not whiter than white.

 

Through rushed demands

Evidence in strands

A blast of dynamite

 

Emerging from quick sands

To far off lands

On an escapologist flight.

 

A change of plans

And shake of hands

A new world of sunlight.

 

 

 

August 7, 2013

 

 

Juxtapose had an orange nose-

an orange nose had he.

So opposed was Juxtapose

to fondling a maidens knee.

 

Juxtapose had a wandering eye-

a wandering eye had he.

So composed was Juxtapose

when tinkling a piano key.

 

Juxtapose had an opposite view-

an opposite view had he.

So decomposed was Juxtapose

when found at the bottom of the sea.

 

 

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