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Crowded Room

Svein Koningen painting "The crowded room...

Svein Koningen painting “The crowded room” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)











The wretched racket of quiet

has entered this room

dancing mockingly at your gloom

I laugh back

for I am in love with solitude

little had they knew, I relish and catch-up

on conversations I started with myself

by clear water lagoons

they had forgotten

I passed many a moon

Still the dancers; erect ears

set on doom

I will tap on their shoulders

for a spin about my room

laughing playfully

they thought they could

grate my ears with

their crackling croon

of quiet performances

bowing down at my gloom.

© [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com], [2012]. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material, artwork, or photo’s without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com] with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

How much different would it be?

Just a prickly sickly thought,

What if the world was that of, 

Harry Potter or even Percy Jackson?

What if it was all an adventure,

The games of life being played.

Well, how much different would it be?

Because in the present context as well,

There are the games,

Being played,

For life and never forget those,

Being played by life.

Just a simple plain thought,

What if the world becomes the same,

As the world of Potter or Jackson?

How much different would it be?

Now that is a lol pic! :D


The Rat

The hidden rat plays with me.

As soon as I try to catch it,

It would gaze at me.

And run away in the room not lit.

I enter the darkness looking-

“Where are you” dear rat.

Now I’m tired, shallow breathing,

I know you are under the mat.

I am coming to catch you.

As soon as I uncover the rat, so small-

It sees me as if asking now what to do.

But then rolls like a ball,

Out of my reach,

And now I find myself awake on the beach.


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