MY MIND SEES INTO YOUR HEART

Capturing everything like a drone, with an eye of a million pixels.

It’s understandable why together, we always win
Like Liverpool never walking alone, every guy is indeed a twin.
But my twinny is too troublesome- It’s a male syndrome

After reading my story, you will understand guys better:

Penny is my name, Peny is my twinny’s
Our names almost same, we are together called PENNIES.
He is good at guessing but I dislike how he keeps memories.
I call him my mind’s eye because he sees and reacts to what I think:
Set your mind on a Coca-Cola shape and he is willing to taste,
Focus while viewing and his desire gets even stronger,
When he gets out of control, he can even disgrace you.
Because he lives in my mind, I only stop thinking,
And immediately like a clock without battery, he stops ticking.
Sometimes unstoppable, controlling all things possible.

Is she fair or dark with beauty proven rare? Peny shall always dare.
She could be your friend and you have no ill feelings.
Together with her, some moments you may wish to spend.
Hmmm! Avoid contact if you want your integrity intact.
Do something usual if you don’t want your twin to feel unusual.

He is helpful and a great sibling
At the right time, he is the fuel for ignition
In wrong moments, he can overheat the engine
Just pray that your twinny may not lead you sinning…

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RFFS PRAYER

Anytime I'm called for duty... Wherever deployment takes me, Pervert from my path, any mutiny... But give me the strength to be; The rescuer, the protector and the fire fighter. Whenever I'm gone for stand by... Lord, grant me a listening watch. All incursions, hazards and risks, May I with my crew identify... Where unavoidable, enable us to mitigate.. Be it in the terminal, tarmac or boarding gate.. Should there ever be an emergency, Wherever fire may rage.. Should there be any shout, No matter the skin or age.. Help me put the fire out, And my neighbor, help me save. And if by your will... Any blood may spill... Leading to any fatality, Protect my wife and kids, And preserve the rest of my crew.

MAY DAY, HER DAY

The kitchen was theirs in the days of old, They were the housewives, so I'm told. So shall the real woman wake, Early from bed and for her family bake, The bread of life. Such was the routine of a good wife. What at all is house chores? A mere sweeping and cleaning course, Yet we're expected to praise them aloud, And pamper them like a manner from the cloud. If this mind of societal stereotype, Keep flowing freely like a leaking pipe, In an era of this economic hype. Shall our women be healthy alive, Even if indeed they do survive? A career woman she's now called, Aid to man when his pocket stalled, Beautifully dressed to work, Yet at home we fail to praise her worth. This is poetry for May day, A caution for men to make hay. As she helps financially at home, Assist her to tidy up the dome. Now she's green and stands tall, But green leaves too do fall. After all this grass has dried up, What else will dare to spring up?

BLIND DATE

Pre-Social media world had better means for us to make friends. We needed no data like in modern trends. Friend requests weren't necessary to send. There was an easier way the world did blend. Those times, little money did we spend. Even when you did not have, someone could lend. However, to get a date was not as tiresome. All you needed was life....... Isn't that awesome? She would ask for your commitment after she had given you her all. She would forgive you even after all, But for guilt, your heart wouldn't stop beeping. These days you need courage, money, good looks and fame without any debate. All these just to get someone to date else thou shalt be too late. This particular lady came to me even when I was not ready. Accepting me, knowing that I did not deserve to propose. I tried to hide but Grace found me. In fact, her approach I couldn't oppose and as promised, she has been with me ever since. Forgiving my sin...

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