old frog why so glum?
you still have enough croak left
to liven the night!
“I’mzz a man of myy words,” came voice of the drunk. Amused by what she heard, Amanda decided to engage him in conversation, “What do you mean?”
The drunk struggling to refocus his gaze replied, “coz I alwaysss speeaks da truth just like nowz, …..whens Iz tellss you I can out drink any mannn in this roooom! ”
Infuriated by another case of male boastfulness, Amanda mockingly retorted, “You men are all the same!!! So full of yourselves!”
Looking bemused, the drunk replied, “Lady, just coz I’m the only mann in da room,…it doesn’t meanz I deservezz all the blame.”
Come winter, I wonder if I will remember the bliss
of summer or will winter’s arrival merely
bring me remorse for summer’s parting.
How frivolously I abandon the present and
dismiss the fruits of a future yet to come; only to
cling to the past, whose coffers are clearly spent!
Never being one for haste, I saw no need for what it offered: always substandard, error-prone and full of misgivings.
But now, I realise I was foolish to rush to denigrate what has often led me to stumble upon new ideas and new ways. So forgive me old friend!
reaching summer’s end
like a rainbow in the sky
leaves show their colours
“How do you find life?”
“It’s full of wonderful experiences; moments of sadness mixed with joy! What about you?”
“I’m still looking! My programmer tells me I’m moments from achieving sentient life, but then the fool knows nothing about life; he spends all his time locked up in a lab!“
What sent me back through time wasn’t the creative inventions of men, but was rather, the charm of, an old English garden scented with the smell of sweet roses.
Set amongst the verdant fields of childhood memories this garden was keen to roll back to the breeze of past summers.
Ever softly did tears arrive
to awaken the night.
With it came the wind
to reveal its beauty
and the moon to shine
gently upon my cheeks.
Were I not already enamoured
with the sun my heart would
now burn to a different light,
my thoughts would turn
towards a deeper ocean
and Day would be but a dream.
These are, but foolish thoughts
for in truth all can be mine;
let the light of distant stars
be my inspiration,
the sun to remain my life and
let the moon be forever in my heart.