Periwinkle Poopsy,
Loves to ouch and oopsy;
She does so when she burns her lips
Drinking chicken soupsy.
The Rangles and the Wangles
The Rangles and the Wangles,
How they fought for Granny’s bangles,
Grandpa socked them in the face
For they brought about disgrace.
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
The clouds of tomorrow
Float on the winds of today
To rain on the thirsty hills
Of yesterday.
See
We see with open eyes
The mess our hands devise.
We close our eyes to see
What we would like the world to be.
See before you see
Aashoorah
This older post seems relevant during these days of Aashoorah marking the liberation of the Children of Israel from the oppression of a tyrant king.
https://khamuk.com/2014/04/rabb.html
Joke
Like words that must be spoken,
Forces, awoken,
Hearts and wind, broken,
A joke, however dry,
Must make mindfall.
Weapon
There are times when
the intellect must be unsheathed
And times when
its gem-studded scabbard suffices
to slay the darkness.
Death
Autumn and winter:
Annual reminders of death,
Parting a life of summertime toil
From a Life of springtime recreation.
I feel you
In the denim breath
Of time’s long kiss.
If only you could hear me,
My love.
Inspired by (and picture courtesy): https://t.co/nOwNHY6cs3
Just Another Day
Part 1: She
She tuned out all the noise around her to
Resolve the last equation in her head.
It is a thing resourceful students do
To bide their time on school bus rides instead.
She owed her sanity to math and shop
The numbers and the wood were her recourse
From arguments at home that wouldn’t stop
And parents inching closer to divorce.
But how she loved her sister very much,
Her twin, her friend for life, it made her smile
To feel her sister’s hand reach out and touch
Her own, they sat together for a while.
They left the bus and parted ways for class,
That’s when she saw him standing on the grass.
Part 2: He
The grass was wet, but he was feeling dry,
Although he hadn’t slept the night before,
He didn’t spend a moment thinking why:
That ship had sailed and left behind, the shore.
He’d known the combination all along
And found in there the fully loaded Glock
He’d long believed that he didn’t belong
The time had come to break free from the flock.
He chucked the cigarette and made his way
Across the yard without another thought
Then walked right in (was just another day)
Without the slightest care he would be caught.
He went straight down the hallway and began
To execute more than his deadly plan.
Part 3: They
She set the papers in the usual place
As tiny feet tapped syncopated beats
To send a golden sunshine to her face
That greeted students rushing to their seats.
The ultrasound had said it was a boy,
Then someone made a joke about her size,
She joined the laughter, planning to enjoy
Whatever kept the humor in her eyes.
She passed the graded papers out before
Announcing there would be another test,
Then touched her belly lovingly once more.
And that was when she felt the need to rest:
Why was the flooring pressed against her cheek?
She couldn’t breathe, nor had the strength to speak.
Part 4: We
They’re dead. They’re dead. They’re dead. They’re dead. They’re dead.
They’re dead. They’re dead. They’re dead. They’re dead. They’re dead.
It was supposed to be another day.
Tomorrow may be just another day.