Daily Archives: December 27, 2013

Thorn In Flesh

The thought of inconvenience

and the feel for convenience

runs deep in my heart

not causing trouble to others

not allowing to be troubled by others

might sound not pragmatic to mos

but that be put to test

would make me a stiff contender

perhaps would be the best defender

as I pursue the policy straight

never deviating to left or right

initiating a sensitiveness

that of great decisiveness

never being a thorn in any one’s flesh

but be a flower tender all over the mesh

never trying to prick them insensibly

but attempting to comfort them sensibly

that be my way all throughout

that might echo a bash in and out.

The December Morning

A beautiful morning it is

chill and breezy all it is

with the whiff of fresh air

comes the dawn all fair

the trees bow down as the wind blows north

they rise up with the wind blowing south

the oscillation gives a soft cajole

leaving us refreshed on the whole

then come the birds that chatter with glee

flocking with their kin on a tree

with that there heralds children’s voices

rushing out to play in the place of their choices

that be the cold December morning

which throws out a joyful glistening

The Much Ado

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The time to make much ado

the means to make much fuss

climbs up the ladder in a swing

becoming epicurean in every action

leave not epicure be alone for food

that be found in all fares

be it food or illness

whatever it might cause

getting it far beyond

makes it morbid and stale

that be the follow-up of many

be it large or small does not matter

setting an unpleasant sequence

insisting on a not so distinctive relevance.

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