Month: December 2017

Own goal

Own goal By the time I’ve ended this post The year will be over almost In June I had half-charted The new journey I started

The Prima Ballerina II

The Prima Ballerina II A ballet queen extremely elegant My prima ballerina elephant This dance genius is my muse In green tutus and ballet shoes

Peculiar names: The naming of cats

Originally posted on Green Bottles, Alan's Ark & COVID Odyssey: Alan Grace's vir[tu]al journey:
The Naming Of Cats – Poem by T. S. Eliot “But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular, A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified, Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,…

Freedom of speech

Freedom of speech Our democratic rights I cherish Lest our freedom becomes nightmarish Our God-given right To say what we might

Silent Night- Peace to you all

Silent night, holy night! All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child. Holy infant so tender and mild,

The present

The present Early on Christmas morn The sound of paper torn Ripped Lovely wrapping A round of clapping A pretty unicorn Alan Grace 23 December 2017 Daily prompt: Torn Present

Cryptocurrencies down 20% in 24 hours

Can you afford to lose 20% in 24 hours? See: https://coinmarketcap.com/ Below are tables of the top 20 cryptocurrencies over a period of about 20 minutes from just before 8.15pm Friday 22 December 2017 NZ time (showing change from 24 hours earlier).

Santa Crypto Bubble

Santa Crypto Bubble Ho Ho Ho it’s Santa townward calling No No No The Sleigh is downward crawling What a night to be uptight And in flight profits downright 

Gimme cake

Gimme cake Oh compass show me the direction No objection any confection Go North, South, East, West Tho for thou feast best

Silence (A reverse poem)

Silence (A reverse poem) I am part of this disadvantaged world And I refuse to believe that This will all change I believe this may not be possible presently “Gender, Race, Culture makes one equal” Is a lie and so now is

The Bitcoin loser

The Bitcoin loser A Bitcoin investor minor leaguer Came into the market overeager Understand he is in trouble Out of hand Bitcoin’s a bubble

The legend ends

The legend ends Don’t be on the knife’s bleeding edge end Don’t stand on Life’s skyscraper ledge end Understand We are in trouble Out of hand Bitcoin’s a bubble

Bitcoin bubble II

Bitcoin bubble II Please fuse our inheritance airtight Don’t choose to invest without foresight We are in trouble Bitcoin’s a bubble

Bitcoin bubble

Bitcoin bubble You need to be very wary Two eyes wide open not bleary You are in trouble Bitcoin’s a bubble

Pirates III

Pirates III Pirated software trademark not saintly Profits mostly made more dark not quaintly Goodwill jaded Roger not jolly Over time faded full of folly

NCEA third degree

NCEA third degree May we at NCEA see Math staff given the third degree NCEA blues Come in many hues

A bad final finish

A bad final finish No way NCEA can regarnish with a fine finish, polish or varnish Guess NCEA’s one-way Yes defeat bad maths today

NCEA resistance is futile; Star wreck: watch this space!

Originally posted on Vishal Dutia:
Paperworks and all the lessons Sharpened my mind to behold more and more of that useless knowledge We would probably never use. Tests are bad enough. Marks at the corner teach us nothing but jealousy. The adults compare and judge as much as they want to And screamed and shouted…

Don’t wait to relocate!

Don’t wait to relocate! My daytime job’s full-time But not for my lifetime Low pay no overtime I thought for a long time There ought to be free time (Time for much more me time Sadly not at prime time)

L O V E   P O E M S

L O V E  P O E M S Love-crafted heartlines Over lives heartfelt Very strong feelings Endure all our life Patinaed with age Old and well time-worn Endearing heart words Memories cross time Sweet love poems teen-versed Alan Grace 5 December 2017

Withered hands

withered hands beauty in withered hands soul shines in wrinkled skin lines and folds a lifetime unfolds a man a woman aged and gray a heart full of memories many stories of old whisper in weathered faces spirit soft in silver patina not loud in vivid shades a shadow across life’s path a mystery dwells…

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Do you like her patina?

The ballet dancer A ballerina from Argentina Katerina danced in the cantina She danced nude every night To audience delight

The Longest of Goodbyes

Originally posted on lovenlosses:
Broken into pieces, Shattered and afraid. I see it in your eyes, An empty silent gaze. ? I hold your hand, in my hand. Not knowing what to do. You’re lost to me forever. I can’t fix this part of you. ? For years, I’ve watched you slip away. Becoming frail…

The AAAmazing Phoenix

You may like my version of the re-blog at the bottom: The AAAmazing Phoenix There are always reasons For a Phoenix all seasons

These ads don’t sparkle

These ads don’t sparkle Things matriarchal or patriarchal In internet ads all seem to sparkle Obscene on prime screen Gasoline if seen