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There's no going back on our Brexit
And nobody f*cking expects it,
With May in position
To welcome perdition
We live in the hope that she pegs it.
Brexit is 2 days after my 40th birthday. It's beautiful timing. While Britain recovers like a drunk on New Year's Day I'll still be riding high on managing to live forty years without getting maimed, imprisoned or killed. Yay!
Straighten your mizzen and steady your oar
Set sail for the hub of your centermost core
Arrive at the middle
Unravel the riddle
Return to the One and debark on the shore
Confronted by battle Arjuna disputes
But Krishna proposes more pious pursuits
Accepting one’s duty
With transient beauty
Concerned with right action but not with its fruits
Psychic vicissitudes working cross purposes
One thought dissolves and another one surfaces
Feelings are fleeting
So watch as you’re greeting
The many sensations that consciousness furnishes
It really vexes me quite thoroughly
Hellacious housework perpetuity
When dishes are washed and done
Next meal, more of the same fun
Need time for ever flowing poetry !
Years go by, computer skills still lacking
Could study up on learning, but, slacking
Painfully appears to me
Outdone by smug chimpanzee
At the keyboard, I excel at snacking !
Pyrrha 5d
You aren't just gold and starlight
You are my every word
My dialect, my stanza, my every thought
You leave me tongue tied

You are my entire language,
You make my speech so clumsy
All my words are tripping over themselves
Just to please you and only you

You are my linguist dream,
I love to study the poetry in your veins
The sonnets in your eyes,
The limericks in your lips

You are literature incarnate,
And I worship you
He told his wife to lose weight real soon

Or else he'd find another to spoon

         Her curves are so sublime

         The men praise her in rhyme

  That day, she kicked hubby out by noon !
This humor limerick is dedicated to all girls and women who have felt so much pressure to lose weight, especially if told to lose weight by their partner in a relationship/engagement/marriage.
There’s a comforting concept of metempsychosis
The spirit moves on while the flesh decomposes
But the birth rate’s exceeded
So new souls are needed
And this is the number one problem it poses
There’s more than one method to meet the divine
The road to salvation is not a straight line
Skeptics, recall
Worship no god at all
While the foolish insist that there’s no god but mine
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