Author: Frank Solanki

Making the world a better place one poem at a time.

Don’t You Ever Miss Me

~ Frank Solanki ~ 45 Comments

Don’t you ever miss me
For I am never gone
The heart is ever present
Only the body’s moved on

The Greatest Human – Part 2

~ Frank Solanki ~ 27 Comments

I’m the smartest human
There ever has lived
That’s what my mother tells me
That’s what I’ve always believed
Mathematical equations
Are just a piece of cake
Even those cipher codes
Too hard for you to break
I’ve invented the teleporter
Time travelling machine
So many other devices
That nobody has ever seen
I have got a robot
That does what I want him to do
But I’m yet to make a tool
To measure my own IQ
Yes, I am a genius
I hope I was quite clear
I don’t like to brag
Don’t tell nobody I’m here

The Greatest Human

~ Frank Solanki ~ 31 Comments

I’m the fastest human
I run at a lightning pace
It’s just that I have never
Bothered to run a race
I can swim a mile
In ten seconds or maybe less
Take the same amount of time
To beat you in a game of chess
I can play football
But it never appealed to me
I can make shaolin soccer
Look quite ordinary
All these games are boring
A complete waste of time
Why don’t they have Olympics
For making two words rhyme?

I Forgot My Poem On Moon

~ Frank Solanki ~ 39 Comments

I was writing a poem
While cleaning my teleporting machine
A few moments later
I was next to a spacecraft’s engine
Three, two, one
I heard the dreaded countdown
A few moments later
I went flying out of town
The engine was burning hot
I was going to burst like a balloon
A few moments later
I found myself on Earth’s moon
Fellow astronauts were shocked
To see a stranger with a broom
A few moments later
I teleported back inside my room
The poem I was writing
I could not trace it anywhere
Wait a minute
Did I forget it up there?

The Ideas That Come And Go

~ Frank Solanki ~ 28 Comments

Oh I seek you insanely all day
Without you I lay blank here
You never seem to come my way
As soon you come you disappear
When I lay down to fall asleep
You come out then to say hello
Since I saved no space to keep
You I suspend till ‘morrow
When I wake with the morning light
You are gone with no single trail
No memory of your sound or sight
Not even of your head or tail

O’ You Lousy Poem, Come Out

~ Frank Solanki ~ 37 Comments

O’ you lousy poem, come out
Where do you hide yourself?
Do not make me scream or shout
Or find your tail myself
When I grab a hold of you
I’m sure someday I will
You wouldn’t know then what I’d do
Like you don’t know still
I’ve caught so many of your kind
I’m sure I’ll catch you too
Even if I was to go blind
I’ll keep hunting for you
Now I have to catch some sleep
You too may have your rest
Tomorrow morn’ you cry and weep
As I beat you as I best

Photographers Have It So Easy

~ Frank Solanki ~ 44 Comments

Photographers have it so easy
A picture speaks a thousand words
I’m struggling to get to hundred
So I’ll drop my pen for a camera
Click several fine pictures
And there, my very first novel

I Dig Poems

~ Frank Solanki ~ 59 Comments

With a thinking shovel I dig
Ideas in my head
Out come words, small and big
Upon a thoughtful bed
I never knew physics or math
Law or geometry
I only learnt to dig up words
To form a poetry

Hello, Past. Hello, Future

~ Frank Solanki ~ 73 Comments

Hello, Past. I’ve come to fix you
You’re all messed up and muddled
And I know just what to do
To make you less befuddled
Now, instead of running away
I’d look you right in the eye
No more fears would come to stay
To them I’d bid goodbye
…
Hello, Future. How do you do?
You’re so distant and quite afar
Everytime I try to know you
You surprise me with who you are
Now I’ll just let you be
Not a single worry for you
I’m happy being me
Without bothering about you
…
Hello, Present. I meet you at last
After ignoring you for years
Every moment that we have passed
Only helped to grow my fears
Now I’m stronger than before
And I know just what to do
This time I am sure
I’ll find happiness in you

The Bird Who Refused To Fly – Part 13/13

~ Frank Solanki ~ 34 Comments

Now as a gust of wind she flew
To all the places she hadn’t been to
O’er the hills and beyond the seas
In the gardens amongst the bees
She held no fear now in her heart
No memory with her of her previous start
Gliding along wherever she was led
Happy thoughts only in her head
One such time she was led to
A familiar tree known to me and you
An old bird lay with fever in her head
Her man was there beside her dying bed
Seeing her plight she was distressed
A chord in her heart was duly addressed
She went close to the old bird’s nest
And lingered awhile around her breast
Of her she dived straight inside
To be with the old bird’s dying side
Then the moment came too fast
It was the air she breathed last
And both lay quiet on that tree
Forever known to you and me