Author: Frank Solanki

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

Six Words Story #3

~ Frank Solanki ~ 53 Comments

Heart for sale: broken but functioning

The Giant Ant

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I woke up with no memory

All alone in my bed

I stared at the mirror

A strange feeling in my head

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An ant crawled up to me

I asked her, “Who I am?”

“I don’t know,” she said

“You must be The Giant Ant.”

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She led me to her home

Too small for me to fit in

She gave me a potion

To help me slip in

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I drank it all at once

It didn’t work at all

I remained a giant ant

My length didn’t fall

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“‘Tis no use,” she said

“You just stand still

I’ll call my brothers out

Much against their will.”

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And out they came in numbers

Hundreds and thousands of ants

Inside the pocket of my shirt

And all over my pant

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An anteater looked at me

Like I’m a man with ants as wings

He scared the hell out of them

They left me with giant stings

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And back they retreated

Into their tiny hole

Left me scratching my head

No answers in my soul

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What if I wake up again

Tomorrow with no memory?

I’d be careful not to ask an ant again

Any questions about me

A Tired Night Of January

~ Frank Solanki ~ 17 Comments

A tired night of January

For a humble actuary

Woke up early feeling blue

Couldn’t trace a missing shoe

He looked and looked and looked for it

But could not find the other fit

And then, when all was said and done

He rushed to work with the only one

But he couldn’t reach the place on time

And it felt like a heinous crime

For he had abuses blown at his ears

And his eyes were filled with baby tears

‘You have to be on time next morning’

He went to work with that warning

And calculated what will accrue

What was left, and what was due

But he couldn’t quite concentrate

So the work was left to its fate

Rushed back to his tender house

Was greeted by a radioactive mouse

The giant mouse dug too deep

To find a place where it could sleep

Now to find a way to rid the rodent

But his thoughts were elsewhere spent

And it is a tragedy mixed with sorrow

He was going to be late to work tomorrow

The Television Is My Teacher

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The television is my teacher

The best there could be

When it’s on, it teaches me about the world

When it’s off, I learn about my family

In Twenty Seventeen

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Li river in China, Navagio bay in the heart of Greece

Tulip fields in Netherlands and universal peace

Trump as U.S. President, Superbowl and Wimbledon

Pyramids in Egypt and first solar eclipse since ’91

Las Vegas, Paris, Venice in Italy

Would you like to stay home or give me some company?

Gonna see everything that I have never seen

In twenty seventeen

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Happy, wild, reckless, careless, dumb and free

Rich, lazy, crazy and a famous celebrity

Nominated for an Oscar, dictator of a small country

Losing myself in Sydney. Searching in Miami

Pink-headed, muddleheaded and writing a book on fleas

Astronaut or just a robot with jetpacks for his knees

Gonna be everything that I wished to be at eighteen

In twenty seventeen

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Watch the sun go down, dance like there’s no tomorrow

Stay up all night, have my own punk rock show

Quit my job and travel, learn to play the piano

Breed dragons and dinosaurs and watch them as they grow

Heli-biking in Newzealand, storm-chasing in Tornado valley

With a beautiful girl whom I’d like to take home and marry

Gonna fall in love, settle down, go crazy for Francine

In twenty seventeen

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Was twenty sixteen bad? Was it worse than the worst?

In a list of terrible things, I’d like to rate it first

But past is past and I’d like to start on a fresh new page

But not before I kick the year out of this stage

It’s so easy to say goodbye to twenty sixteen

A year of nothingness. Three sixty six days of haloween

Anyway, gotta get going now. Have to revisit my teens

In twenty seventeen

Writing A Book

~ Frank Solanki ~ 75 Comments

I really want to write a book

But I don’t know where to start

Putting words together

Isn’t really my art

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I lack the motivation

I make a lot of mistakes

I am easily distracted

I don’t have what it takes

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I don’t know what to write about

Drama, thriller or love

I can’t even name the characters

I need a sign from above

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What if I write something ugly?

What if my book is panned?

What if nobody likes it?

What if my book is banned?
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Why do I think so much?

Who do I have to please?

I should just write to please myself

And put myself at ease

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So I’ll just take a paper

I’ll pick up a pen

Write three hundred words today

And do it tomorrow again

I Can Be A Warrior

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I can be a warrior

I can be a guard

I can be a soldier

It wouldn’t be so hard

There is nothing that I couldn’t do

I can be anything that she wants me to

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I can be a pirate

Find a hidden chest

I can even be a poet

It’s what I know best

There is nothing that I couldn’t do

I can be anything that she wants me to

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I can fly in space

Grab a piece of the moon

Disappear in September

Come back in June

There is nothing that I couldn’t do

I can be anything that she wants me to

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But there’s only one thing

She wants from me

She asks me to be her lover

That’s what I want to be

I will love her like nobody else could ever do

I’ll stand next to her and make all her dreams come true

Diamond Dew

~ Frank Solanki ~ 23 Comments

Will Earth start to grow?

Will the flowers turn to snow?

Will the birds be free?

Will you love me?

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Will the sky ever turn red

And fall upon my golden bed

While the winds cease to blow

And become my window?

Will the moon begin to burn

And light up the sun

As bright as the clouds could be?

Will you love me?

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Will the frogs fly in air?

Will the panthers say a prayer?

Will the grass be painted blue?

Will I forget you?

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Will the angels come down

And lift the silver town

While the storks are asleep

And the candles quietly weep?

I’ll swap my boots

For the tingling roots

With a diamond dew

If I ever forget you

All My Wishes

~ Frank Solanki ~ 31 Comments

If my wishes had legs to stand

And one eye and another hand

They’ll build a bridge from your heart to mine

Never was a wonder built so fine

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If that bridge was to be cursed, then

They’ll build a bridge all over again

For there’s only one place they know

Your heart’s sun melts all the snow

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Every hour’s spent like eternity

When your sweet heart calls out to me

All my wishes jump in pure delight

When hurt flies and love alights

Do You Have A Pretty Friend?

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Save me from this feeling

Keep me away from touch

Love was supposed to be fun

But it’s hurting me too much

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Save me from this moment

Keep my heart at bay

Love was supposed to make me smile

But it’s hurting me today

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This can’t go on

I believe we must end

This can’t go on anymore

Do you have a pretty friend?

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Everyone knows about it

They weren’t born yesterday

Even a blind man could easily see

What I am trying to say

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Everyone knows about it

What is there to hide?

I know your true feelings

And you know how I feel inside

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This can’t go on

I believe we must end

This can’t go on anymore

Do you have a pretty friend?

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Let go of my hand

The time is due

I ain’t worth holding on

And neither are you

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Let go of my heart

You cannot keep the pace

It ain’t worth holding on

It’s in the wrong place

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This can’t go on

I believe we must end

This can’t go on anymore

Do you have a pretty friend?