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A Shakespearean Solution Limerick

There is nothng funny about the pandemic and what it has done to turn the world and the lives of everyone in it upside down. It would be impossible to write a traditional “joke” limerick with a four line setup and a fifth line punchline about it. However, I hope that I can use a touch of humor to send a serious message by slightly altering one of my best limericks where I take possibly the most famous speech in the English language and give it a Texas twist. I had to take a few liberties with the meter to get the message right

The world was riding high in the saddle,
Now, it’s up a creek with no paddle.
Tis not just nobler in the mind
To sit home on your behind…
It will make this Sea of Troubles skedaddle!

A Post-Election Limerick

The election was a test of our Democracy.
Now we’ll see what’s going to be.
This we already knew –
America is not Red or Blue….
It is Home of the Brave and the Land of the Free.

Americans voted, their voices were heard and there was change in the political landscape; now what will that change bring.

The state of mind!

The state of mind

Calling the stars

Flaunt a little

The love of life.

 

We lie when woozy

Or we just cozy?

Fears

I live on the edge of the fears

Suitable or unsuitable

Worth taking

Or irrelevant.

HEAT

 

The sunburns are red

The tanning is gold

The marks are real

The sweat is glowing

With the heat of the town.

 

She is burning

He is burning

To fire the conscious

To light the lamp

In the heat of the sun.

Trust

Having layers so thin

Attached to the strings

Important and must

To carry forward

The loyalty in you.

 

Is it difficult or easy

To take the burden

Is it inbuilt or

We have to build the talent

To satisfy the norms.

What and Why!

“What I write

why I write

for what I write,

have to read

between the lines,” said the note book.

 

“Are you guilty

of what you did

why you feel,

have to understand

the reasons behind,” said the pen.

Take a break

Pack your bags

Take a flight

To the dreams

Of wine.

 

Feel that wooziness

Creating much craziness

Was it a passion

Or a desire?

 

Break the rules

Not the laws

Love the people

Not the pretentious.

INJECT AND INFECT

Inject and infect

The love in my veins

To surrender the pain

To be lost in your aim.

 

The infection is not in the blood

It’s in the mainstream of the love

The soul wants the cure

In the form of art of love.

MY PHONE

It’s ringing

again and again

to coordinate

with the time.

 

The cords

have connected

the right connection

after a while.

BURST OUT

My veins are all charged up

Giving pressure to my nerves

The indicators are so excited

To blast inside

To say louder and louder

That, I am satisfied in my zone.

HE AND I

He said, “You have tantrums.”

I said, “ I have mood swings

to balance the equation

to turn on the situation.”

 

A cup of coffee

Bubbles all around

In my cup of coffee

I first saw him

Sipping the coffee

My upper lip was covered

With froth of desire.

Learning To Swim

When the clouds begin to darken and the sun retreats in fear, there are whispers in the silence that very few can hear. Like the touch of rain on water, the ripples that swell out wide, the breath of an ant in motion and the flutter of your heart inside.

Treading Water

Perspectives*

We see what was always under our noses

only when death’s fingernail

scratches the window pane, asking….

Not today? Ok, then. Not today.

But nothing is the same.

We had an orchard when I was a kid,

Songs in Sand

And still the waves
slip ashore,
singing their
conspiratorial whispers
between grains of sand.
The wind slides in
from the deep,
empty places,
haunted and lonely,
cold and clean
like a wet finger around

Welcome To The Encore

Cry Havok!

“Horrors of War” by Peter Paul Reuben’s
.
We wake again to news too normal,
in times that wrap around us
with tentacles of putrid decay.

Today death drove in from Illinois and
visited a spring morning.
Last week, workday
carnage in a warehouse;
Bombs and blades and bullets fly, as
humans again forget themselves,
and cannot forgive or love…

Nobody!

On The Edge

 

Text & Adaption : Helen Midgley

Original Photo : https://morguefile.com/creative/cohdra

Different, Yet The Same

 

Text & Adaption : Helen Midgley

Original Photo : https://morguefile.com/creative/hotblack

Pain

If you only knew
the amount of pain
that runs deeply through
my every vein
and into my heart
shaking my soul
tearing me apart

Tough Victory

I’m draggin my feet all the way home
I’m stalked by defeat and I’ll suffer alone.

There’s rain on the window, or’s the rain on my face?

My Valentine

Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.
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(Ceramic piece painted by Miriam Hurdle)

It was serendipity that we met.

Summer had not stated yet, but

It was the final week of school.

I decided to go to

This group met at home.

We chatted, we snacked.

You asked what I did for fun,

I smiled, didn’t answer the question.

Gone

 

Original Photo : https://morguefile.com/creative/sasha7

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