i’m full of resolve
my boss appreciates me
promotion to come
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
Category Archives: POEMS
monday, 8:30am
the stapler’s missing
a cup with friday’s tea dregs
hello, new work week
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
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GUEST POST // A Birthday Poem by B K Rollason
There comes a time
for taking stock
of what one’s had
and what one’s got,
of where one’s going
and where one’s been,
of what one’s heard
and what one’s seen.
You know the games,
you’ve learnt the rules,
you can tell the wisemen
from the fools,
you’ve learned that all’s
not as it seems,
that life is both
reality and dreams,
and like the tides
that ebb and flow,
life’s sometimes fast
and oft’ times slow.
To survive the storm
a tree must bend,
and a new day starts
where this one ends.
by B K ROLLASON
© All rights reserved 1982
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the search for meaning meating
and so it was, the black sheep of the breed
who hated sunday brunches in the garden
would take to hiding beneath the old sofa
the young man-eater could not find serenity
so he sat and played with his kewpie dolls
he dressed them in lacy pantaloons
and fed them to brimming with liver smoothies
but it seems they were protein intolerant
they emptied themselves over momma’s rug
and so he’d switched paradigms, from meat to veg
he’d tried hard to forget his rabid hunger
looking in to find a peace within the zen
the young man-eater could not find serenity
so he joined a chinese calligraphy course
but the paper and ink were a reminder
of the tattooed flesh he’d not had for supper
all flustered, he confused two similar glyphs
and got kicked out for insulting chairman mao
and so he realised the power of his words
he well knew what it was he would have to do
he would help himself by preaching to others
the young man-eater could not find serenity
so he formed the gloomiest black metal band
and he called it ‘benighted rutabaga’
it became widely known in narrow circles
for none ever bothered to attend their gigs
still, they protected the rights of vegies all
and so he sang and roared his frustrations out
the voice of one crying in the wilderness
then went and rejoined sunday family brunch
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
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TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Ode On The Mammoth Cheese by James McIntyre
Weight over seven thousand pounds.
We have seen thee, queen of cheese,
Lying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze,
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.
All gaily dressed soon you’ll go
To the great Provincial show,
To be admired by many a beau
In the city of Toronto.
Cows numerous as a swarm of bees,
Or as the leaves upon the trees,
It did require to make thee please,
And stand unrivalled, queen of cheese.
May you not receive a scar as
We have heard that Mr. Harris
Intends to send you off as far as
The great world’s show at Paris.
Of the youth beware of these,
For some of them might rudely squeeze
And bite your cheek, then songs or glees
We could not sing, oh! queen of cheese.
We’rt thou suspended from balloon,
You’d cast a shade even at noon,
Folks would think it was the moon
About to fall and crush them soon.
by JAMES MCINTYRE (1828-1906)
Public Domain Poetry
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