POEMS, NEWS, PUN AND FUN

This is not a shy fish, But a natural law: Not meant for the selfish, Merely an act of flaw, Revealed by the Japanese Koi Fish. What then profits a man, If he gains weight and loses his soul? Why would one rather plan, To hide our dreams in a scroll? The Koi Fish would grow in a bowl, If the keeper confined it there. A few centimeters in length, And it feeds just a handful. Provide it with a clean flowing river, Give it her free habitat, And it grows longer than a meter. So we plead with that simile: Be not joyous over our quiescence, Open us up, let's feel the bliss in our smile. We are the youth, give us our inheritance!

You shouldn't be asking The essence of tasking People to spread the good news Whiles your status has many views Why not do it again Even though it was a disdain  On that attempt you found splendid Until friends made you regret you did So anytime I post beautiful pics  And you ask me why, why I don't preach But only post nice lady picks It's because I lack great topics Keep me on my toes as I wish Speak to my conscience even in British  Those things that we fear to say And you might be helping me save a soul. Because anyone who tries Would be theming great poems With spiritual ties To be echoed in heavenly realms.

Sometimes we don’t mean it, Even when in your face we spit We expect you to take it as fun Just because you’re our fan But you misconstrued it as pun. And so here we go, With morales and morals Coming to host the show Brown in view, but hearts whitened as snow Soldiers anew, but mere mortals. We are not brutes, Neither do we lick boots. Give us the peace we command And keep the freedom you demand Fear not, forget your worries For our guns are filled with toffees.

The connection between three or two, Of which you have experienced too Is not just the feeling we have Or the thing we call love. It’s more than one time friendship That existed between you and your classmate, Or the bond that held you checkmate With that lady you did impregnate. Something greater than that long ship, The umbilical chord from mum to son Which knit them in Companionship Equally communing like the moon and sun. This is an ideal relationship. The reason you and I are still intact Such that in times of no hope and hands on hip, You raise your head and dial my contact.  So check up and don’t let them give up, When will you ever sit up? Remind yourself of the people you once met, Upon whom the wrath of poverty has beget. Don’t block my number! Just because I now need you than ever. For even if I don’t fit in your  circle, I’m important to a lot of people, Either as an auntie or uncle.