Astonishingly complex panegyric to one’s ego
Repository of so many complicated oddball words
Sunk low in the flow of literary effluent
So much pretence
Amidst gobbledygook
Why can’t poetry be simple, beautiful and rhymed?
Tag: meaning
Ping Pong
The ping pong ball bounces off the table
And flies definitely to a surprising height
Just to come down, get hurt and bounce again
Two players are showing off who’s able
To hit it at an angle in its flight
One strikes the ball, the thing’s insensitive to pain
It soars, it flies – quite like an alien spaceship
And travels through the air in an erratic motion
Outdoors is mayhem, thunder, heavy rain
While I would rather weep
But to weep here? What a crazy notion.
Another player gives the ball a blow
The spaceship dashes in its final thrust
Like rocket racket cuts air like a knife
But misses target, the ball flies low
It lands ignominiously to rest in dust
And I think wow, the ball’s exactly like my life
When I go outdoors
When I go outdoors, it is always cloudy.
They tell me that I am wrong, it is a sunny day!
The Sun is warm and comforting and gay
In that old straight sense of the comic word
But all I see are clouds, intensely grey
And so I shyly pray to the Almighty Lord
And stuttering I beg, and plea, and say:
Please let me see what they all can see
That cheerful Sun
Please give me back my dear, my beloved son
He doesn’t answer, His silence is benign
He knows that all too well
Theirs is the Sun above but all the clouds are mine.
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