The cell phone was on the table,
Then it was sitting by the bed,
It wandered into the bathroom
Then It was in the store instead,
It went about everywhere,
And then its battery went dead.

There was once a crooked man,  
Who drove a big brown van,  
Could heave a heavy sack,  
Though he had a crooked back;  

He carried a crooked stick,  
Though he wasn't sick,  
So he could limp in style,  
For many a crooked mile;  

Thus he led a crooked life,  
Together with his wife,  
And it is also true,  
Like him -
She was crooked too.

When we were young till we were nine,
Hours, minutes, seconds were fine,
The days were simply sped away,
With toys and games and friends to play;
From morn till dusk, early till late,
No cares, no worries about fate,
Life was simple, not good or bad,
Just sometimes happy, sometimes sad;
Then childish thoughts did slowly fade,
As new discoveries were made,
And Innocence did go away,
When Adulthood came by to stay.

Just one thing at a time
Can cause less mistakes
And sometimes faster than
multi-tasking takes

When the mind is attuned
To one act on hand
We can sort out the grain
From a cup of sand

I woke up in the middle of the night,  
Lay motionless and wondered was I right,  
That my name I had heard you faintly call,
But all I heard was the ticking on the wall.  
Alas, it was maybe a dream I had,  
And I was happy and then I was sad,
But your voice so loving for me to keep,  
Lingered in my mind as I drifted back to sleep.

History seems to clearly show,
Mankind does not want to know,
How to live in peace with grace,
That's not for the human race

Humans like to show their might,
Always looking for a fight,
So kindness is for the weak,
And niceties are for the meek

They're not happy all is well,
In wartime more arms they sell,
Spreading love we must not heed,
Making war is what we need

If God did make Earth and Man
He must have erred somewhere then

The nights when heavens switch on the stars,
Lighting up the blackness way up there,
This celestial beauty is for us,
To fully enjoy no matter where;
Stars rekindle our thoughts of love,
Spreading silent serenity plus,
So stop and relax and look above,
The nights when heavens switch on the stars.

Yellow Sunflower
Bright and friendly like the sun
Summer gold is here

If we can meet just once a year,
We can both share a single tear,
I’ll be happy if you are near,
Even if it’s just once a year.

A black dorsal fin
Slicing smoothly through water
Sea is not so safe

More than enjoyment
Music invokes sentiments
Classics old and new

He was very calm
He is always very calm
Nothing ruffles him

These quiet guardians in the night,
Gently guide the lost and hopeless,
They renovate the hidden strength,
And disperse the silent sadness.

Morals keep changing
Immorality seems cool
Satan is happy

Into unchartered waters the night ship sails,
Beyond the seas beyond the seals and whales,
Entering a world human eyes have never seen,
Where reality and fiction are somewhere in-between,
Where dreams seem real though ghostly in form,
And confusion and fear are often the norm,
But the sailor has no means to steer and control,
Uncomfortably impotent and passive is his role,
As his night ship into unchartered waters sails,
Beyond the seas beyond the seals and whales.

I watched a lovely cloud,
drifting merrily on,
small, cotton white was he,
as though he was just born;
Then, of all the horrors,
a ******* cloud appeared,
this ugly ate my friend,
which promptly disappeared!
Poor Whitey was now gone,
Blacky finished my friend
whom I knew just did not
deserve that brutal end;
So why must beauty end?
Why cannot it endure?
Must beauty always fade,
even when it’s pure?

If in the stars we are destined in life,
Which means our fate is already sealed,  
Do you think you can really be happy,  
If all your life’s events were then revealed?  

Good events more than welcome they would be,  
But all those other situations bad,  
The ones that you would now constantly see,  
These would truly, cruelly make you sad;  

Since our destinies we cannot turn,
Then it’s better that we don’t want to know,
All the things that are fated to happen,
So knowledge will not deal a deadly blow.

It’s easy to just follow and just do,  
Every action, everything without a clue  
As to the how things work, as to the why,  
Using brains occasionally by and by.  

From here misunderstandings will start,  
When from reason we carelessly depart,  
Anger, jealousy, ill-feelings will abound,  
We get checkmated at every single round.  

Lots of patience we should not abuse,  
Thinking, reasoning well, we must always use,  
For no matter how we call its normal name,  
Really understanding has always been the game.

I’m propped up here all day and night,
Can’t sleep, in darkness or in light,
The crows I have to chase away,
No time for me to rest or play,
When the black birds no longer caw,
I’ll be fed to the cows as straw.

Books with paper and printed pages,  
Even without the Web we can access,  
At home, at work, in travels, anywhere,  
Without  physical and mental stress,  
With no glaring screen the eyes to strain,  
No radiation to damage the brain.  

For though electronic books are here  
With ample topics of every kind,  
They have too many optical faults,    
And often a nuisance too I find,  
So for myself, I know exactly why,  
My books with paper will never die.

Weather getting hot
Shops selling out of swimwear
Seasides getting packed

They were big and clumsy,
And also not too handsome at all,
Their movements were very limited,
For they were often stuck to the wall.

The phone invention was really great,
And my ancestors' real main function,
Was to enable folks everywhere,
Have far-reaching communication.

My more modern generation now,
Outstrips all predecessors by far,
All my multiple functions make me
your phone, camera, computer star.

I am streamlined, slick and super swift,
Making those before me look quite tame,
Without me you are totally lost,
Smartphone is my name.

The **** is crowing
Sun has still not woken up
Snooze a little more

Sea is blue and calm
Much fun to frolic and swim
Waves are behaving

I ask of you a hundred questions,
Though it’s not for me to pry,
For there are a hundred answers,
I have to know just where they lie.

There are so many qualities of you,
Of which I feel I’m blind,
For you so deeply do I care,
I need to peer into your mind.

So forgive me if of you I ask,
When and where and what and why,
‘Cos when I have the answers all,
No longer do I have to sigh.

The sun was sinking in the evening sky,  
The clouds painted in brilliant colours,  
The pale moon lingered closely by,  
To help to clear the final hours.

Cool replacing hot
Twilight colours fading fast
Night life waking up

Jealousy stems from insecurity
thus a feeling of inferiority
so one needs some serious introspection
To understand it and its reaction

She was emotionally hurt
but she kept it all inside herself
looking at her, one could never tell
unless one manages to see
those silent teardrops that fell

She was extremely timid
and kept all her emotions hidden
all the sadness within
for weeks and months and years
'til she finally passed away
pitifully freed of all her fears

And still, looking at her
one could never tell, all the
sufferings that she had had
she had no one to confide in
had not even one close friend
so that tiny smile of loneliness
she carried till the very end

A simple nod with the head,  
And a slight wave of the hand,
Add a gentle, sincere smile,
And I will understand.

When we look at things,  
With only one eye,  
We get half a picture,  
Which means we see a lie;  

For to see the truth,  
We will need both eyes,  
Then the view is complete,  
And then the falsehood dies;  

The problem we have,  
Though we have two eyes.  
Most times we use just one,  
And so we live with lies.

I’d love to fly up to the sky,  
Soaring through all the clouds on high,  
Scrambling the startled water drops,
And soothing snowflakes passing by.    

I’d love to perch on mountain tops,  
And jump and skip and maybe hop,  
From one to two to three or four,
Then flying back again for more.  

I’d love to sit on ocean bed,    
Patting a starfish on its head,  
Playing with pretty mermaids there,  
With their bodies so sweetly bare.  

Why, this would be a witching way,  
To help me through a dreadful day,  
But of course this can never be,  
It’s just another fantasy.

"I first!" is becoming a frequent cry
From the moment we learnt to first love "I"

The self concept though basically sound
When overused, selfishness will abound

Egoism extreme comes to the fore
And consideration is shown the door

If we let this state of mind to persist  
Others' well-being will cease to exist

So be aware of other feelings too
Then "I" will be wiser on what to do

I don’t walk forward like everyone,
I just don’t know how,
I always walk sideways from side to side,
Like what I am doing now;

My eyes are not inside my head,
I can’t keep them there,
They protrude out a bit instead,
But I can still see everywhere.

Sea shells washed ashore,
Hermit *****, shellfish, starfish,
Typical seaside.

Little Monkey was most perplexed that day,
He just didn't know what to think or say,

So to Elder Monkey he went to find,
To get an answer for his dubious mind;

He asked "Does God live way up in the Sky,
Would he really meet me if I should die?"

"And does the Devil really live Below,
Waiting for me, my final day to show?"

Elder Monkey carefully did confide,
"You won't meet them at the end of your ride!!"

"So God and Devil don't exist at all?
That means that all our beliefs just fall?"

"They do exist!"  the Elder made it clear,
"Both of them reside inside you my dear!!!"

Little Monkey was even more confused,
"I think Elder's lost his marbles!" he mused.

The tree stump is quite elegant,
and for an elf it is enough,
It is a cute and tiny home,
and the furnishings are not rough;

Winding stairway fashioned from twigs
lead upstairs to a bedroom bright,
On ground floor is the sitting room,
table, chairs, lanterns all in sight;

There are no windows or doors,
honesty is common to all,
So in Elfin and Fairy land,
there are no thieves and crooks to stall;

Set in a pretty neighbourhood,
amidst the toadstools and flowers,
near a sparkling water fountain,
filled by frequent summer showers;

Elves are tiny, just inches high,
hidden in Magic Forest Green,
You can be passing very near,
their homes are never ever seen.

I love to catch a falling star,
From the heavens up above,
Then I can carry it with me,
And always treasure it with love.

I know the star be magic,
Or else how can it fly,
So very high above,
Shooting through the sky?

So I will look up every night,
And wait until I see,
A star that falls that I can catch,
So I can carry it with me.

Weather getting hot
Shops selling out of swimwear
Seasides getting packed

A most important sense to develop,  
To maintain good rapport with everyone,  
Is to have infinite understanding,  
Even when all our patience is done.

I watched the snowflakes falling in the night,
And was thrilled with such a simple splendid sight,
All was changing slowly to white and clear,
And a breathless silence hovered by my ear.
I watched the snowflakes for minutes more,
I could see the beauty grow beyond the door,
Then I went to sleep with a happy heart,
Loving the feeling that snowflakes can impart.

They were just new-born baby snowflakes,
heavy raindrops splashing on the walls,
half an hour later fully grown,
and falling like fluffy cotton *****;

It snowed heavily for half a day,
the snowflakes falling without a sound,
everything slowly changed to white,
rooftops, treetops, bushes and the ground;

Such a beauteous stunning scenery,
was thrilling to capture all in mind,
for a joyous glorious little while,
snowflakes made me leave my cares behind.

Bossy my owner calls me ****
but I wonder if he's just being funny
maybe it does suit me 'cause I'm so fit
anyway I have to get used to it

for really how can I protest
when my owner can't access
any doggy word I say ……
it's the same **** thing every day

you know, it's really not too good
when I can't be understood
but I ask of you, what can I do …….
when my owner doesn't have a clue

I'm a male dog of mixed breed,
Bossy loves me and that's all I need,
so now that you and I at last have met,
you'll want to know more about me I'll bet

Happy New Year Everyone,
Let’s hope the Dragon year
Will bring us lots of Love, Joy and Fun,
And wars and hatred everywhere will cease,
Once and for all, so that all of us can live
Our earthly lives in Harmony and Peace,
So Happy New Year Everyone,
Let’s hope the old is finished and done.

to whom it may concern

at night I go to bed I hope to find,
ways to leave any daily ills behind,
to just get a healthy refreshing rest,
and to wake up the next day feeling best,
so I can duly face my daily task,
and surely this is not too much to ask?

It's such a shame that the human brain
is often used every day in vain
while other creatures much less smarter
utilise what they have much better

Animals don't torture, maim or ****
for greed, egoism, lust or thrill
they have respect for the enemy
while man lacks a sense of decency

So it's really time for man to stop
praising himself and time to adopt
a change in attitude and thinking
and align his brain to reasoning

The world cannot be a lovely place
so long as around there is disgrace

He has long strong limbs
He also has a strong tail
The monkey is here

My friends are Seconds, we are sixty in all,  
Moving slightly fast, we are precise though small,  
Ticking away steadily without a stop,  
We do not run or jump or skip or hop;  

And when the sixty seconds have been done,  
I take over and continue the run,  
I am Minute and have fifty nine friends too,  
We are also precise and don’t stick like glue;  

Then when their sixty minutes have gone past,  
I take over, I am Hour and the last;  
We all work in harmony in perfect rhyme,  
Seconds, Minutes and Hours are our time.