Surpassing all in cleverness and wit
At least that's how he fancies his own self
(Unknown to him, to others he's a twit
Consigned to "Tiresome" on their mental shelf)
He struts onstage with performative zest
So mid, yet certain that he is the best.
#734 On Pickleball In The Noonday Sun
To swat away the cares of weekly trials
A paddle neat in hand as chosen tool
Becomes my sword and shield 'gainst cunning wiles
Of players jousting smartly in the duel
In noonday heat we beat away the blues
In all events victorious, win or lose.
#733 On Mediocrity (The Song of Salieri)
“The patron saint of mediocrities!
Absolve, I will, your poor misshapen souls
Beset by blazing insecurities
I am of you: we, hollow wizened ghouls!”
The chains of Envy, his own earthly Hell
That burns and leaves behind an empty shell.
#726 On Our Repentance
Now nothing is as what it was
The tide of Time is merciless
Your words have lost their honeyed gloss
Your fortunes now in slow egress
The gold you sold was rusted dross
And we repent in our duress.
#701 On Youthful Dreams
In youth I dreamed heroic dreams
To carve my name in history's heights
But Time tore at the tattered seams
Of dreams that faded at first light
And yet my hope still ventures forth:
His Grace: my true abiding North.
#682 On The Thrum of Jet Engines
The thrum of engines carry us through air
We hear its murmur, turgid, without rhyme
Some sleep, some sit with melancholic stare
As if encaged in molten, viscous Time
Enveloped in the gadgetry of flight
We fly through clouds in darkest creep of Night.
#674 On This Red Line
This is where the line is drawn
Marked out here in crimson blaze
No white knight, no foolish pawn
I refuse your hollow praise
Go on, glance with murd’rous bile
My own stillness spurns your guile.
#656 Tentang Ketenangan Menyambut Ramadan
Dalam rasa lapar dahaga
Ada makna ada pedoman
Suluh insaf menyeri hati
Demi bekal meniti hari
Siram rahmat menyubur jiwa
Aman tenang sambut Ramadan.
#655 On These Roiling Tides
The roiling of these vicious inner tides
It turns and tosses me in waves of grief
Behind these eyes the Darkness barely hides
The sadness lurks within - a brazen thief
I turn to You, the One and Glorious Lord
Please knight me now with Your majestic Sword.
#615 On My Wild and Truant Mind
My wild and truant mind repels discipline
And ranges far and wide in unsought streams
With boldness and curious disposition
To bask with joy in fresh and novel dreams
I revel in intrepid transgressions
And march through life with serene procession.