"jiff" poems
Amazing it was what Grandad would do
with a drop of oil or a bit of glue
Stopped watches, sticking locks
Faulty switches, zips on breeches
Kettles that wouldn't sing
Bells that wouldn't ring
He'd say let me have a look my dear
Touch the pencil behind his ear
Adjust his specs, stick out his tongue
And in a jiff it was mended and done
But now he's not here to save us from sin
Anything broken goes straight in the bin
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
I know this dream
is fantasy
I know this shceme
cannot be
I feel as if
this dream of mine
another jiff
another time
This futile wish
is too absurd
could not flourish
will not be heard
I know that it
is hopelessness
I now admit
its foolishness
But I will not
abandon it
and though I ought
I cannot quit
I dream of bliss
in our romance
perhaps there is
a little chance
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
Depression?
That's easy,
just change your perspective,
pop a few pills and you'll do just fine.
Anxiety?
Why can't kids handle stress these days?
It's not such a big deal,
just man up,
take your meds and chill out kid.
Gay?
I don't understand,
just stop being gay,
its a choice.
Terrorism?
Just blow up the whole country,
it's just that easy,
the government is just too weak.
****
Just don't get *****
its easily avoidable,
just stop wearing short skirts and smiling like that.
Drug abuse?
Just stop taking them,
my uncle quit smoking last week,
its not as hard as people make it out to be.
Child trafficking?
Just get those Navy Seals in there,
the whole thing will be over in a jiff,
its not so difficult,
people just don't think.
Third-world decay?
What does that even mean?
Just let em go,
they're not doing anything anyway.
No.
Just No.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
Two screws in a week have turned loose.
Upholstery? It's needin' a boost.
So off to the carpenter's place,
A quick calming break from the rat-race.
The best looking go daily, you know.
Always ready for their final show
Though weekly's required
to keep ruddy and clear,
Pity those going but twice a year.
Seems like he can fix in a jiff
A heart that has hardened too stiff;
And when soul's window pane
Has grown cloudy again,
He'll wash it and call it a gift!
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 11:37 PM UTC
I never wished for a sibling, boy or girl.
Center of the universe,
I had the back of my parents’ car
all to myself.
I could look out one window
then slide over to the other window
without any quibbling over territorial rights,
and whenever I played a game
on the floor of my bedroom, it was always my turn.
Not until my parents entered their 90s
did I long for a sister, a nurse I named Mary,
who worked in a hospital
five minutes away from their house
and who would drop everything,
even a thermometer, whenever I called.
“Be there in a jiff” and “On my way!”
were two of her favorite expressions, and mine.
And now that the parents are dead,
I wish I could meet Mary for coffee
every now and then at that Italian place
with the blue awning where we would sit
and reminisce, even on rainy days.
I would gaze into her green eyes
and see my parents, my mother looking out
of Mary’s right eye and my father staring out of her left,
which would remind me of what an odd duck
I was as a child, a little prince and a loner,
who would break off from his gang of friends
on a Saturday and find a hedge to hide behind.
And I would tell Mary about all that, too,
and never embarrass her by asking about
her nonexistence, and maybe we
would have another espresso and a pastry
and I would always pay the bill and walk her home.
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC
**Faulty was that one who said
Our life is on the line
I'll stay until the day does dawn
No apprehension ever will spawn**
*That day was hellbent
At arriving precisely on time
Checked its wristwatch twice a jiff
And stretched its bulging spine*
**He knew about his upcoming service
Ah! But he didn't commit
I stay in victory, drunk of absinthe
Let alone the clutches of a ******
*Rapture called when I wasn't listening.
Rapture wants the cash I had taken
Rapture took away my identity
For happiness is an embezzled entity*
**I pity anyone at all
Without the nerve to live
If you don't believe in anything at all
You'll never acquire true pith.**
*The exactitude of my expectation
Should not have vexed my reaction
I expected it. I saw of life's dark truth
I knew I'd pay in full.*
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
WHEN I WAS JUST A LITTLE BOY
I USED TO ASK MY “MUDDA”
DON’T GIVE ME PEAS OR BROCOLLI
JUST BRING ME PEANUT BUTTA
I’D DIP MY FINGER IN THE JAR
AND SCOOP IT IN MY MOUTH
THEN WAIT FOR ABOUT AN HOUR OR SO,
FOR IT TO SLIDE DOWN SOUTH
I USEO TO EAT THE KIND CALLED “SMOOTH”
BUT QUICKLY SWITCHED TO "CHUNKY"
I LIKED THE WAY IT TASTED
SORTA GRITTY, KINDA FUNKY
SKIPPY, JIFF AND PETER PAN
WHERE BRANDS I LIKED THE BEST
I’D OFTEN LINE UP ALL THREE JARS
AND HAVE A TASTE TEST-FEST
BUT CHOOSING BRANDS WAS EASY
FOR MY MOM WHO WAS SO WISE
SHE’D EYE EACH ONE SO CAREFULLY
THEN BUY THE LOWEST “PRICE”
YEA, WITH SOME JAM.. ON WONDERBREAD
OH WHAT A DELICIOUS TREAT!
I REMEMBER ALL THE GOOEY GOODNESS
HOW MUCH FUN IT WAS TO EAT
BUT NOW I’VE GIVEN UP THAT SNACK
MY CHILDHOOD TASTES I’VE TRADED
I’M OLDER AND MY PALATE
HAS BECOME SOPHISTICATED
I NOW EAT FOOD THAT’S LOW IN SALT
AND SATURATED FAT
BUT WHEN I WANT TO CHEAT A BIT?...
“HEY SKIPPY, WHERE YOU AT”!!!!
Sep 4, 2011
Sep 4, 2011 at 1:05 PM UTC
I would always think of you as my first reason to keep my life worthwhile; my first reason to live and not just survive. You have all my firsts, hopefully to be my last.
I would always remember how the stars would shine for you, seeing and feeling every inch of your skin glows underneath the blue light moon,
How the night sky shines and rise for you. I knew that when I look deep into your eyes, I knew you’re the one.
I would always remember how fate and destiny lead us here
That every mistake and misleading decision I made lead me right into your arms
Each coincidences are not plain luck and would often happen.
It was a one in a million experience and yet was still meant for it to happen.
I would always remember how we first sat and talked, with our hearts full of passion and tranquility, that neither of us never wanted to stand up and leave on that coffee table we were sitting in
I knew from the very start that you will be the one.
You understood all my thoughts in a blink of an eye back then, our thoughts clicked in just a jiff and I think it’s a beautiful thing for me.
I would often think of the future with you. That one day I’ll wake up next to you, morning sun rays hitting our morning faces.
With our tangled feet underneath the tangled sheets
We’ll wander with our minds, never wanting to get out of bed and do our errands for that day.
You never fail to seize my mind, and you know that.
You never fail to bring out the best in me and pull out the worst.
You were my hope when in times of doubt and darkness, you are my star.
You taught me to sail far across my comfort zones and to ride back on each big waves I will encounter.
Through the rigged battles that we have, yet I still don’t know when to come, you just sat there with me, telling me not to worry a single bit.
I would always think of you as my first reason to keep my life worthwhile; my first reason to live and not just survive. You have all my firsts, hopefully to be my last.
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
*They say that they don’t care if they live or die, they lie.
For when one’s dreaming while asleep, and every scene passes with a beautiful leap.
When everything’s going just fine,
but then suddenly other alarming things align.
An accident happens within your dream. Such that,
a swift rip tearing the perfect seam.
In your dream itself, you get injured.
Within a jiff your heart beat is triggered.
It beats like it would smash through your chest.
You wake up with chaotic thoughts, such unrest.
My dear You said that it doesn’t matter whether you live or die.
Do you really think it’s that easy to escape your lies?
Everyone just assumes, at times, that no one cares for them.
That’s what happens upon the mortification of your realm.
Just an advice my dear, this life is more of a blessing than a curse.*
***This universe is created, forged, perpetuated and sustained ‘for thee’.
‘Thou not’ for the Verse.***
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
Warning! Contains death, gore, and blood! You have been warned!
A is for Adam who was stabbed by a nail,
B is for Brian who drank too much ale,
C is for Chloe who got kicked by a mule,
D is for Danny who was trampled by a bull,
E is for Eric who swallowed a bee,
F is for Finley who drowned in the sea,
G is for Gordon who fell from a cliff,
H is for Holly who said she'd be back in a jiff,
I is for Ivanna who sunk in the mud,
J is for Jeff who fell with a thud,
K is for Karl who was smushed by a train,
L is for Lucy who was beat by a cane,
M is for Mike who was flattened by a log,
N is for Nate who got lost in the fog,
O is for Oliver who was crushed by snow,
P is for Patrick who was killed by his foe,
Q is for Quincy who slit his own throat,
R is for Rocco who was rammed by a goat,
S is for Sam who was attacked by bears,
T is for Tammy who had too many scares,
U is for Una who got shot in the head,
V is for Victoria who severely bled,
W is for Will who died in his sleep,
X is for Xavier who's heart wouldn't beep,
Y is for Yaz who starved herself,
Z is for Zach who broke through an ice shelf.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
Santiago set out to catch some fish,
He sailed out further, then had his want
And waited patiently with the prayer and wish
With the remorseless lament.
For awhile the boy, Malolin
Joined this ole man, to learn fishing
But the old man was, so dreary and weak
Weak enough, to let go months resting.
Manolin was a a fair young kid,
A kid of twelve or more
Santiago was an old man,
A man of eighty four!
The boy got annoyed,
And decided to leave
Thinking the old man,
Was disgruntled to perceive.
But one fine day, when the sun smiled at this case
The old man tried to set off his dismay
He thought to go fishing & get his bait
Like he did so happily, in his boyhood days!
He set out, set again and caught some fish
He sailed out further, and had his want.
He saw a birdie, leading him to sea
He caught more tuna, and one bigger fish that fullfilled his want.
He relished the tunas, the sea offered as gift
He loved how yummy, yummy it looked.
But hardly noticed the deep line,
the bigger fish had something big on it, that may further get him hooked.
He used a small line,
To snug a dolphin.
That had in it two small fish
They hid it it, Shining and smiling.
He fought his need for sleep and fatigue,
Of constantly keeping hold of line
Before he saw the bigger fish,
Suddenly circling his boat's outline.
He assumed the fish's weight to be twice of his boat
He stabbed the fish with a masterstroke.
He used his hope to the utmost
Tied the fish to a side of his boat,somewhere thinking to take it to shore.
He let the current have him whole,
Fearing the sharks might sniff
Sniff the blood off the big fish,
In some hours or just a jiff.
The first shark took the hefty bite,
Before he got stabbed by Santiago's harpoon,
The second one took just a quarter bite,
But before these two got dead soon, they took with em the half harpoon.
The old man fashioned a yet new harpoon,
Fixing the knife to an oak stick,
He used it then for the sharks to come,
But , oh! It split on a new shark's skull click.
He fought, and fought, but oh, at last,
The old man won, with the major loss
He returned to the shore in moonlit night,
& Found the fish just had a residual skeletal mass.
He reached the shore, with tears of remorse
Oh, how bravely did the old man fought!
Though it was a ' Victorious loss'
He thought while dragging the mast to shore while Monolin came running, discussing how he fought.
The boy smiled at the bravery, the old man showed,
He smiled at the old man like he saw a hero,
He hugged him tight, & smiled in delight
And called Santiago, 'His brave hero'!
And so you see , this sad story
Ends
Santiago tried to help himself,
But he needed the help of his
Friend,
To provide him with some worldly wealth.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
For I have restrained from the light above
Thou, in the ogling reflection, stood, awaiting
Amorphous reiteration of the rue singes the flesh
For I ,ere sewing the sin on my flesh, was inebriated from passion and from those I regret.
The eons of dust arched the back of the wind,
Integrating through, never did they collide, only swiveling.
For I missed the light flickering,
Beyond the hues of tears clear on my skin..
Only in this meandering path do I bedeck my complexion,
With sins ,adjoining skin over skin
I have never admired
The way they nestle over sin.
Thee; The patchy and rough branches,
Sew beyond the bones under,
Inexorably calling to terminate
This pain over and under
For i have sinned, please tune me out
Discerned from the peaks of higher mountains; Apart.
Though the stars shine upon solely a dust,
For a jiff, merely descends the armour, down
Caved in, clemency seems away in clouds,
Billowing up towards the luminary.
Did I crave it or did I not?
Does flesh ache a lot.
I stood in front of a mirror,
Abhoring the adversarial and metaphoric matter
Ethereality strikes over my flesh,
When I commemorate the sins I have flecked
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
life fends its ache in a solid state of lumber
stretches grouted brawn
and sets its stresses on duty
gaseous pollution meets the daylight
a warming flatulence of the productivity byproduct
labour
orb
parching an arc over the brow
and easing an erase into the eve
then to
the night solution
a fluid of festivity
*** excite in arts and the conduct
a canvas of tincture
to suspend our culture
in-bedded
the witching hour is only a blink
a jiff and a wink
a humour in the plasma state
break
the process is reignited
and for that brief movement
cleaned out of heads
we are simple
guided
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 2:11 PM UTC
The fuzzy sound of night,
Emits from my window pane
The creature of the dark,
Who was thought to be slain
Has come to creep again
Here he comes, here he lurks
Between our houses,
Between our nooks
Through our minds,
And through our souls
He changes whats inside you,
And turns you dead and cold
Don’t let his darkness grab a hold
Because once he has you
He will never let go
Those thoughts will **** you,
Don’t ya know
So hold on to someone
And never let go
He creeps, he crawls
Four legs, sprawled
He’s slow, he’s quick
He’ll get you in a jiff
Don’t turn your back
Then we’ll hear the crack
And know that you have given in
To the creature within
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 1:51 AM UTC
How to forget someone
whose eyes met
for a concise moment
with so much emotion
How to forget someone
with the hand that recognise
the tactility made a moment
of owning each other
How to forget someone
who ensnared my soul
with a succinct kiss
making a forever
How to forget someone,
someone with so many remembrances
though it befell in a jiff.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
Let’s jaunt to the golden time of childhood
when days were blithe, life was colorful
peers were guileless, words were sweet
simple was the life, above all worries
juvenility brought its own jiff
which turned into teen with eye blink
yen of being adult started vanishing
As the real face of life revealed
clay castles that were made in nursery
perished with the wind of bleakness
worldly needs displaced naive wants
bitterness took place of sweet words
the Wisdom of youth is vital too
perks of being conscious have their value
still miss that innocence of good days
whose charms are lost in this whirl.
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 2:11 AM UTC