Poetry is the stillness between thoughs. A silent rhythm that connects memory and emotions. here I share the verses that have found me………
English Poetry
“Poetry is my soul’s whisper—rhythmic, raw, and real. Each verse, a wave breaking gently upon the shore of memory.”
My Heart Sings
When my heart sings
The beads my eyes shed
I thread them in a string
and turn them over and over in my mind
where memories reside
and with love I bring
them out as verses- I sing
the solace I find
Thus Said the Chicken
They talk a lot about their concern
for the animals and they catch the poachers
and burn the confiscated hides
to show they won’t let the atrocities continue
on endangered animals
and for the dinner they order chicken stew
Sirloin, pigs ears, ox tongues
and steak well done or just right
Make up the menu main
but I am the one everyone likes
anytime of the day or night.
If this is not doublespeak what is?
Human being is the fiend
On this planet, please don’t mind my saying it.
A Girl Named Diana
There was a girl in our office named Diana
Boss’s favourite and said to be sleeping with him
pretty and well-endowed, though she was a bit dim
they said the child she carried was his
and so was it understood but I always thought
it was a gossip because
how could she get from him
what his three ex-wives could not
A Girl Named Diana
There was a girl in our office named Diana
Boss’s favourite and said to be sleeping with him
pretty and well-endowed, though she was a bit dim
they said the child she carried was his
and so was it understood but I always thought
it was a gossip because
how could she get from him
what his three ex-wives could not
A Girl Named Diana
There was a girl in our office named Diana
Boss’s favourite and said to be sleeping with him
pretty and well-endowed, though she was a bit dim
they said the child she carried was his
and so was it understood but I always thought
it was a gossip because
how could she get from him
what his three ex-wives could not
A Girl Named Diana
There was a girl in our office named Diana
Boss’s favourite and said to be sleeping with him
pretty and well-endowed, though she was a bit dim
they said the child she carried was his
and so was it understood but I always thought
it was a gossip because
how could she get from him
what his three ex-wives could not