Wake me from this magic
Pull the curtains down
Have you had your pleasure
From my hangin’ frown?
Listen to the madness
Brewing amongst the laughs
Notice the toxic sorrow
Hidden in photographs
Stop the circus! Stop the circus!
The storms are your doing
So are the trees and grass
The panda eats the bamboo
The lion eats the ass
All the while they’re running
Going round and round
Rising from the ashes
Then back into the ground
Stop the circus! Stop the circus!
It’s getting dark and silent
Just as I had feared
No one ever lasts here
No prayer is ever heard
Walk on walk on walk on
The master rings a bell
We shall never witness
Heaven meet with Hell
Stop the circus! Stop the circus!
Tag: Writing
Don’t Curse Mondays
Don’t curse Mondays for your woes
Every week she comes and goes
Just like all the other days
Sundays, Fridays and Saturdays
It’s not her fault, you stupid snob
That you’re not happy with your job
We all know it’s pretty lame
To always find someone to blame
So shut up and stop being unjust
And quit your job if you must
Find a more enjoyable cause
Learn to own up to your flaws
Don’t chase power, fame or cash
They will leave you in a flash
Do something more so to speak
That’ll keep you happy throughout the week
Learn from Mondays a thing or two
Some of the things you ought to do
You never hear her complain or whine
She always does her job on time
The Flower Who Wilted Too Soon
Long before winter could arrive
A dainty flower bowed her head
Her absence pricked none but
A little bush lost his friend
When winter arrived and swept
Over the land and silver moon
Every child of spring trailed
The flower who wilted too soon
When My Belly Was Full With A Chair And Stool
I ate too much and my belly was full
I swallowed a chair and I gobbled a stool
Then I could barely walk
With every bite it piled like a stack
Now my tummy is full up to the neck
Then I could hardly talk
So they took me to a doc but he said — Son,
Your ears are crooked and your nose is run
I said — that ain’t the problem with me
It’s plain to see that my stomach is full
For I swallowed a chair and I gobbled a stool
Now back to normal bring me be
He said — I’m not the right guy I’m afraid
For such a task I’ve never been paid
Before or will be anytime soon
But I know a person who can be of help
He once cured a girl who swallowed a shelf
Only last month or maybe back in June
So twenty men or maybe twenty one
Carried me again to this kind person
And he took quite a good look at me
From his room he brought out a pill
He said — swallow this somehow and you will
Start to feel normal as can be
I did exactly as I was told
And to my surprise lo and behold
The chair and stool came gushing out
He said — I’m no witch or enchanter
Just a wily old carpenter
I hope I left it to no doubt
I said — I could never thank you enough
I was crying earlier and now I laugh
How do I pay you for your help?
He said — For my fee to be paid in full
I’ll obviously keep this chair and stool
I feel it will go well with that shelf
Anxiety Dreads A Smiling Face
Anxiety eats away your flesh
It bores into your bones
Don’t let it get to your head
Cast it away with stones
It is not a simple task
Be patient and be steady
Anxiety is full of surprises
With your arsenal be ready
Chip away at it steady
Don’t let it grow an inch
Anxiety dreads a smiling face
Victory is yours to clinch
Gift yourself some motivation
Have your friends and family close
Blow away all your worries
Blow it out of your nose
Gaze at the stars and the trees
Smell the dainty flowers
Hear the children running screaming
Feel all of nature’s powers
The more you start to enjoy life
Newer ways you will find
To banish ill thoughts from your head
And anxiety from your mind
Then one day when you wake up
Your head will feel very light
Anxiety would have packed her bags
And left in the dead of night
At The Boogaloo
Twas a summer sexy and bold
And all that glittered was actually gold
But I cant remember
Was it June or December
I think I must be getting old
Time Is Passing By Me
Time is passing by me
I am standing still
The glorious years of my youth
Fade against my will
How quickly they passed me by
In the blink of an eye
What has gone can never return
Anyone can testify
My old age I welcome
Have I another choice?
I fake a smile and proclaim —
Rejoice! Rejoice!
I Once Wrote A Nonsense Poem
I once wrote a nonsense poem
It was knobuily at best
I didn’t bother ewiting it
Like others do at stest
I put it on my blog for bonspers
To read and find cort delight
Presently I yestered a mail
In the swelly of the night
The person gargled that my poem
Was trunderously his
The scavege words he had written
The yearth before this
We frabbed each other in a court
The frabbing is still ongoing
Who would have known a nonsense poem
Would end up being klodpowing
Today’s My Day
Today’s my day, my day, my day
All the fools come out to play
Come together
My friends will gather
And waste the whole day away
Today my joy, my joy, my joy
Will be shared by each girl and boy
Invent new tricks
Give us some kicks
So many ways for us to enjoy
Today’s my turn, my turn, my turn
A chance for me to earn
Smiles on faces
Visit new places
Fling away all of my concerns
Today I will I will I will
Dance, jump but stay not still
Without any bother
Joke one another
Wouldn’t it be a massive thrill?
Tomorrow again, again and again
Yes tomorrow once again
We’ll disappear
For a year
Till this day is back again
Some Monsters Are Purple
Some monsters are purple
Some are made of ham
Some monsters are scary
But I’m not one of them
Some monsters have eyes
As big as my skull
Some monsters are orange
But I am nearly dull
Some monsters have hands
That stretch far and wide
Some monsters speak languages
That I have not yet tried
Some monsters are gory
Chasing the smell of blood
Some monsters play with ghosts
While I play with mud
Why am I made like this?
Deprived of such joy
I’m not even a monster
Just a human boy
Frank Solanki 