Demure lips of restraint

While those demure lips we’d gladly kissed
but as know-it-alls unwilling
to delve into that we may have missed:
Perhaps a life more fulfilling?

It’s reality, not fiction
that voluntary restraint
(while at glance a contradiction)
frees us from feeling constraint

While we’re still keeping up our perseverance
of floundering in rushing incoherence

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-restraint = ‘a cookie abstained from may taste better than one indulged’

The rose was a rose not less so while she froze

Imagine how she froze
in Winter’s bleakness faded
a sole overstayed rose
shivered but far from jaded

All comfort she spurned
no longer warmed or fed
How for Spring she yearned
though by then she’d be dead

While this story tragic
shows that anticipation
might well offer magic
short of participation

While hard to be farsighted
about what’s unrequited

Life vicarious

To bourgeois way he lives contrarious
prefers his days with crowd gregarious

Blåsut found fine just ain’t Campania
and nowhere a place like Scania

Let’s his old man live life vicarious

Teasingly she keeps us guessing

No deep love affair
or flimsy fling
shall ever compare
with that of Spring

A long awaited blessing
Spring said he’d come today
teasingly keeps us guessing
in chilly rain delay

But so what if she’s arrives late
elated, willingly we’ll wait

Wide tires look so cool

Think wide car tires look so cool
and who says they waste gas?
Should not make us vain a fool
or a science slack ass!

They’re part of our urbanity
of which tires aren’t just incidental
Not a case of mere vanity
and ain’t to others detrimental

It’s not what we actually steal
It’s all about how is makes me feel

It’s still Sweden, yes SwEDEN

Clearly too powerful a pastiche
of the stolid Kingdom of Sweden
to persuade itself to unleash
from seeing itself as an Eden:

Where was that Swedish predilection
for well ingrained circumspection
when joined NATO without election
in untoward genuflection?

Swedish deliberations may seem esoteric
to the surrounding, less advanced, world barbaric

To a grandchild entering college

She knows her mind
her convictions strong
her heart beats kind
discerns right from wrong

Sweet as sound of dulciana
warm as Summer wind in Havana
crisp as Winter in Montana:
That would be our wondrous Anna!

Better known for compassion
than icon of high fashion

Bounces his heart’s ballet

He’s dreaming of her green eyes
the ways she’s lovable
in sobriety’s kind highs:
Alluring, huggable

She’s the vivacious bouquet
that bounces his heart’s ballet

Two decades later: Bush2 is The One!

A puzzling precedent
when the Elites coalesce
round a past President
and craftily reassess:

Ain’t Bush2, the Iraq war criminal,
well on way on his own road liminal?

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liminality = (Latin līmen: a threshold) is the quality of ambiguity that occurs in the middle stage of a rite of passage, when participants no longer hold their pre-ritual status but have not yet begun the transition to the status they will hold when the rite is complete