I have a local bully
her name is Tina Loon..
she pretends to be a human
but I think she’s a baboon.
With her red coloured trousers..
not to mention her ears…
she looks like the one from Lion King
and her whistle makes ears pears.
Anyway that message is for Tina..
the big fat hairy baboon..
I hope you’ve learnt your lesson..
I hate you Tina Loon!
Winter is fun, winter is fun
It is a time to make family puns
Children are chanting Christmas carols
Please give money in the barrel
Have you ever thought what the world would be like with everything opposite?
Would it be easier, would it be harder, maybe a bit.
The sea would be vertical the grass would be purple.
Trees would be upside down, a smile would be a frown.
It would be good to be bad and bad to be good.
We would eat drinks and drink food.
The chimneys would blow under ground, your toes would hear sound.
Chandeliers would stand like stalagmites,
dogs and cats wouldn’t have fights.
Ants would be the size of elephants.
Waterfalls would go up and fountains would go down,
we would call huts big and skyscrapers small, even in town.
I don’t known about you
but I prefer the way things are now.
What do you think?
I slept in my bed fast asleep,
I never heard even a peep.
A break of silence occurred
And from darkness a shadow emerged.
Then the hand and the fingers,
“At the mid-night hour what is this behaviour?”
Is it a ghost or zombie?
Came to eat me.”
So I prayed, “Save me, Almighty.”
I trembled and covered my lap,
From the window I heard tap, tap, tap!
I went to the window and sighed with relief,
The mystery in the night was only a tree and its leaf.
Loneliness and I are old good friends
Visiting my place daily,
In a dreamy way my existence wends,
Brings a wine container for my heart,
Vanquishing the world’s poison.
I climbed down the perilous peak,
Made me ink in my diary with affection,
Obliterating every “bleak”.
Loneliness made a deal
To heal imagination in every feel,
As an isolated star
Capable of lilting the sky.
Solitary is the best friend,
That wrongly seems the end.
Best are the feelings concealed,
Living in my own reel.
Sometimes,
I feel ignored
I do not try to stick out
Like a raw diamond
Amongst stone
I do not try to blend in
Like beads
In a necklace
No one notices
My sorrow
Nobody cares
When I am happy
I feel like
A grain of sand
On a beach
Trapped amongst
Beautiful seashells
Easily ignored
Not worth a second glance
Sometimes,
I feel like I am invisible
Memories
Make us who we are
Our beliefs, our learnings
Are simply memories
Sometimes, if not cherished
If not memorable
They fade away
Become broken and tattered
With only bits and pieces
They might form again
But if they don’t
They pass away
And it is like
They never happened
Those weapons you wield, they will not harm me
For you will never hit the target’s center
As you do not know my weakness
I reside in your mind, gnawing on your emotions
Sucking hope and yet, giving you irrational joys and fears
You wish to fight me from a distance
But the only way to defeat me is to come closer
To give in and face me
And either I will destroy you entirely
Or you will win
And only then will I become your ally
And only then will you find your special someone
Not an easy thing to do
requires much courage
it’s name is sacrifice
and requires much tolerance
not everyone can do it
a daring emotion it is
it’s name is sacrifice
you won’t dare to do this
leaves everything we’ve got
all that’s left is us
it’s name is sacrifice
it sometimes creates in our mind a mess
but some people do have that courage
to leave everything behind
it’s name is sacrifice
and changes mankind…