"dearies" poems
Doctor and Mrs Granger
took Mrs Thrift to the zoo
she was captivated by the antics
of the Zambian gnu
Doctor Granger took a photo of her
outside the lion's cage
he instructed Mrs Thrift not to upset
the lion as he'd go into a rampage
Mrs Granger was going to make a cup of tea
for all of them on their return
but she couldn't boil the water
as there was no water for the urn
the electrical pump on the water storage tank
had blown up
so there was no water at the Granger compound
to fill the tea cups
as soon as I heard about the water pump
at the Granger compound
I phoned Major Rogers
to bring his electrical repair kit around
he took a little over an hour and a half
to fix the ailing pump
so we'd be able to have a cup tea
whilst sitting on the tree stumps
next week there will be a recess
from the Granger tale
as the writer is going to take care
of her mountain load of mail
she appreciates the many good reviews
of the Granger series
and thinks that the fans of the said series
are a lovely lot of old dearies
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
1
*Tap, tap, tap
Pinch and expand
Pinch and expand
Tap, tap, tap*
I love this dance you do
my dearies, each one of you
on your mobiles and devices
We too play with our fingers
and keep our eyes fixed
on your pockets and purses
and wallets
*Tap, tap, tap
Pinch and expand
Pinch and expand
Tap, tap, tap*
Stay diverted -
we love this what you do,
me Fagin
and all me children
and Jack Dawkins too,
that Artful Dodger
2
Come on, dear children of Fagin mine
this here is Paradise
All these people with eyes
and fingers on their devices
and brains in idle mode
in these crowded malls -
it’s our Paradise, dear babies mine
Whilst they are so preoccupied
let’s to our devices
And we can pick, pick, pick
whilst they tap, tap, tap
3
Ah ha, keep tapping on your mobiles
each one of you, my dearies
with your eyes on the mobile
when at the shops and in crowds
and at new year celebrations
Keep your eyes there, indeed
each one of you, my dearies
Tap, tap, tap
pinch and expand with 2 fingers on the screen
eyes mostly there on your devices
*Tap, tap, tap
pinch, pinch, pinch*
and let your two fingers
burst like shooting stars
All like a dance, as in a dance
each one of you in public spaces,
my dearies
so do the merry dance of your fingers
and eyes on the devices
And we?
We love this, me Fagin
and all me children
and Jack Dawkins too
(that Artful Dodger)
while You
tap, tap, tap
and we
pick, pick, pick
at this our harvest at shopping malls
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 8:35 PM UTC
Creeping souls, Beware.
Look around, shes here!
The Ringmaster's near.
Prepare for thy seasons,
Spring, Summer-sault, fall!
Light, shine,
Blinding thy eyes.
Look, Look this way!
The Ringmaster is here!
"Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen, To thy Haven."
Of sanity's sphere.
Hello Boys and Girls,
Cackle, clap, cry.
Laugh away my dearies!
High air fives! Good one!(Yeah Right)
I twirl my cane,
dancing into the ring.
I tip my hat, Announcing my name.
"Ringmaster Jinx at your service!"
"Rhymes with Sphinx!"
Stampede around!
Bounding lions roar,
Elephants triumphant!
Sounding war,A war of the century.
A crack of the whip spurs motion,
Big cats rear, growling at the stands.
Ace makes them sit, and spin!
"Get on with it!"
Thundering hooves sound,
Rippling figures race into the ring.
"Horses freedom ring! Hail Gladiator!"
They rear raising their heads high,
Controlled by Vex and Zakirai!
Cackling children scream,
"Oh my! Look!"
"Clowns wheeling into the ring!"
HONK! :o) Laugh and Dream!
Pies fly,
Unicycles collapse.
Laughter erupts!
Pie war! Duck!
Spring, soar!
"Guide the war!"
Left, right,back.
One "SMACK!" Two collide.
I control the theme, an Extravagant team.
Even if, I'm covered in pie cream.
Dance, Bound, Leap!
Up, Up and away my sweet!
Dancing through the air, gravity defy!
Hysterical...Insanity.
Your leap, of faith!
Vex falls into the net,
Safe, grounded, relieved.
My friends cheer with glee!
Insane sanity!
Look around, see me on the ground.
Hello Boys and Girls, Enjoy the show!
Haven Circus, Sphere of Humanities finest!
I twirl my cane,
Tip my hat,
And proclaim my name.
"Jinx the Ringmaster of this train!"
Goodbye one and all!
Hope you enjoyed the show!
Laugh, Cry and Dream!
I take my cane, and hat,
Exiting the Ring..
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
i could spend my life in utter awkwardness
watching my brothers smoke and my sisters cry
aunties smiling and prolonging straightforwardness
my ***** cousins won’t ever say hi
i could spend my life sitting at the corner writing poems
about these drap people who refuse to stay in their homes
the kids would play hide and seek
the mannequins with heads up until it’s too awkward to not speak
skinny waists, blackened eyes, and porcelain faces
daru desi banging loud; turning us deaf
high heels; no flats no laces
horrible is the food beautifully prepared by the chef
(who, by the way, thinks we're unbelievably uncivilised)
i see them drenched in forgettum juice
they’re deep in drunken oblivion, you see
it’s incredible - when they say ‘let loose’
’cause their eyes pry when you let yourself free
the ladies enjoy their liberation;
those poor oppressed dearies
no more doting on their husbands in juxtaposed veneration
they give a grave attempt to personify their reveries
the men enjoy pelvic thrusting
they’re sly crooks who love lusting
i guess i’ll be alright;
for a mere few minutes, if i’m out of sight
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Thanks to that velveteen tone he
saves for me
And his turpentine diction,
The cliches that made my eyes roll
Now make my heart rush
Nonetheless, my thoughts riot as follows...
(When urged to call him something cheery
something no smile can wane at
like that fleck of gold in his left iris)
Well, "sunshine" should suffice
And Latin for that equals
"Apricitas"
Which phoneticized equals
"Opry cheetahs"
So the obvious endearment here is
Opry
(When urged to call him something pure
perhaps upon watching him blink
or blush
or blow
cigarette ringlets away from babies)
"Snowflake"?
No, that's a slang for ***** these days
So, "raindrop"
Yes
If Latin is dead,
It sure knows how to haunt me
"Gutta imbrium"
Ember
My little ember
The only glow in all this charcoal
(When urged to call him something pretty
when he's brushing his hair
or allowing me to arrange red clovers
in his sideburns)
Hm, let's testdrive "moonlight"
Let's shift into Latin, "luna lumen"
Thus the nickname I bite back is
Lulu
/Lulu/
While I hear darlings and dearies
on the daily
Why must I fail to mirror him?
(When urged to call him something sweet
like the butterscotch kisses he whispers
into my knuckles)
Like a honeycomb
Or as Ceasar would say, "cera mel"
Close enough?
Caramel?
Carousel?
Dizzy, then
We spin
In silence
(When urged to call him something cute
with his cap on sideways
and his head in my lap
and the world at my heels)
Kitten
Catalus
Catapult
Half of that backwards might as well be
Tulip
Two lips
Two tongues
Too much, yet never enough of his
Smoke bomb pomegranate mouth
For heaven's sake, see?
That's why I kiss instead of speak
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
Auntie took me
to the large hut
where the wives of soldiers
met for tea and a chat
(or gossip)
there was big black stove
in the center of the room
and a big urn
over in the small kitchen
where women were serving
cups of tea and cakes or biscuits
there was a lot of noise
and voices and baby's crying
and a few kids like me
under 5 or 5 years old
there's Milly
Auntie said
so we went over
to where Milly was sitting
with her little daughter Elsie
Auntie and Milly
started talking
and I sat next to Auntie
and Elsie sat
the other side
of her mum Milly
staring at me
why don't you two
go and get a lemonade
or orange juice and biscuits
Milly said
Elsie pulled a face
not with him
she said
don't be daft
Benny's a good boy
now do as you are told
and go get some
drinks and biscuits
Milly said firmly
I looked at Auntie
then at Elsie
all right
Elsie said glumly
and we went across the room
to where women
where serving
yes dearies
the woman said
what can I get you?
I want an orange juice
and biscuit please
Elsie said
you'll have to ask
for yourself
she said to me moodily
the woman got
a small beaker of orange juice
and a biscuit tin
of broken biscuits
and Elsie helped herself
staring at me
I asked the woman
for some lemonade
and a biscuit
and while she
was getting it for me
I said to Elsie
you can around
to my auntie's place
and we can play
with my toy soldiers
she sipped her orange juice
looking at me
the woman gave me
a beaker of lemonade
and I took
a few broken biscuits
in my other hand
and stood looking at Elsie
I don't want to play
with toy soldiers
I'm a girl
girls' play with dolls
and skip
not play with boy's toys
and she walked off
back to where Auntie
and Milly sat talking
and sat down
I stood watching her
I can come and play
with your toys
I said
she frowned at me
boys don't play
with girl's toys
she said
and my doll
doesn't like you
Elsie don't be so horrible
Milly said
if Benny wants to come
and play he will
or you'll get a slap
Elsie frowned
and looked at the floor
she was no more friendlier
than she was before.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
The birds have ceased their singing
It is morning dearies, where hath thy gone
Or is it my mind that has grown quiet
Suppressing that which brings my heart to smile
Listening closely, yet still feeling so alone
Tears well up, drowning in such a lost, lonely thought
Come back to me little birdies
I need you to sing me awake
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 10:29 PM UTC
Resemble your owners
Reflecting how overwhelming it is to have a life now that one's been given to you
Look hurt when you're stepped on
Mistake yourselves for my purpose
Curl up around my side
As if I'm nearing 80 and you're the only comfort I can come up with
I was here already, before you, and I'm here when you leave the room
This isn't Cinderella, dearies
I should have gone with a feline
Dogs never suited me
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 2:14 PM UTC
Arm trembling no longer holding up.
Spasms.
Pain.
Feverish commotion moved unsatedly. Longing already before their departure from the knowledge of it to come.
Anguish in sorrow of sobbing
and self-quenching.
Two hearts’ Life has been made, disgustingly ripped away
and then at all costs retrieved
through the cold,
shame
and flame of ashes.
A chain memory
gaining its voice,
shaping into separate mind
and place.
I’m in torenness.
‘ve been through a lifetime and act,
never allowed to come back again
to the same (whirl of trepidations
and convulsions).
I tamed yet another fox
and have to deal with the tears
of the ends.
Tear away someone else’s presence
from me
and so shall be no difference.
I’m in hurt as in loss.
Losing a precious to me
foreign presence
will feel even greater
or have I just lost one,
with a piece of myself
alongside?
The binding isn’t locking away
one’s memory for a story,
it is giving them a person
called “Story”
and stealing their porcelain pieces
with its charm and frazzleness.
That’s why I account Literature
into sacralities
of my astrality
and perfect chosen arts of being.
Their non-verbal is
my most cherished music there is
as in Phronemophilia
or feelings,
a form of incalescence and confession made between a pair of words,
plucking the perfect chord
of comprehension
and Heart’s painfully sweet thrillance
and, between the verses,
speaking the ideal maternal language
not yet known to Mind.
As a Book contains all millions
of little aspects of moments,
words,
flesh,
tiny traits,
demeanour,
beginnings
and endings
and middles,
as it throws a wave after wave
of conundrums
of alchemy of emotions,
of all the unnameable things
of acting/being/breathing/affecting…
it is a Person.
One of many supposedly
not ones in Me.
Sorry, plushie dearies,
it will be the faux-Victorian tale
of volumes and affection
tucked close to my chest
tonight,
you rest next,
aside me.
Спокоиней ночи,
всё кто живет во мне и не.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 7:46 PM UTC
• BUILT YOUR HEART STONGEST AT ANY HOW..OTHERWISE IT's EASY TO BE THE PREY
BY ANYONE's HEART (still my heart is the weakest one):)
•DONT BE EQUAL WITH EVERY ONE..
JUST THINK TWICE WHAT THEY ACTUALLY
DESERVE THEN MAKE YOUR FOOTSTEP!!
(Be aware)
•MAINTAINING YOUR PRIVACY IS IMPORTANT IN EVERONE's PATH OF LIFE..
•MAKE YOUR STUDY AS ONE OF THE PRIORTY COZ U SHOULD KNOW THAT WHEN YOUR DEARIES WILL LEFT YOU ONE OR THE OTHER DAY..THESE KNOWLEDGE WILL BE THE ONLY WAY ON THAT TIME!
•DON'T BE CONCERNED ABOUT ANYONE
TOO MUCH..JUST BELIEVE IN THE POWER OF GOD AND GO ON..
•CONTROL YOUR TEARS AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE TO HARDEN YOUR HEART..
•BE ENGAGE YOURSELF EVERY TIME
SO THAT YOU NEVER HAVE TO FEEL WHAT DEPPRESION IS?..
•WHATEVER YOU THINK WILL BE PLEASURE FOR YOUR LIFE DO THAT..AND WHAT YOU THINK RIGHT DO THAT DONT MAKE YOUR BUDDIES WRONG AS YOUR WRONG!
•DARE TO THINK YOURSELF AS USELESS..
YOU ARE THE BEST & YOU CAN DO ALL THE WORK WHICH YOU ARE THINKING IMPOSSIBLE..
• ALWAYS MAKE YOURSELF HUNGRY TO GAIN KNOWLEDGE!
•AND MY MOST IMPORTANT LESSON TILL TODAY IS:BE LIKE THE INNOCENT ANIMALS.
AS THEY USE OTHER ANIMALS AS FOOD..
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN TO HIDE THEM THIS MATTER? NO OFCOURSE NO...
WHEREAS WE SHOW THAT WE HAVE NICE &FRIENDLY RELATIONSHIP BUT THE REALITY IS ABSOLUTELY OPPOSITE &DISGUSTING....
BEING LIKE ANIMALS IN THIS CASE WILL BE WAY TOO FRUITFUL FOR US!!
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC