Liar, Liar - Pants on fire?

Did you ever get the feeling
That all the world's a stage?
Not just the way ol' Will meant it,
But like it's really all a mirage?

He is, by day, a regular jock,
And, by night, a closet pianist.
She is apparently Ms. Trunchbull Reincarnated,
But dreams of full moons, dewey roses and silver mists.

One way on the outside,
Another way in-
But, I guess, the question is:
Would it count as sin?

If a son puts his mum's heart at ease,
Or if a boy wins true 'dream love'
With the aid of a tiny white lie,
Would it be chalked up in heaven above?

Sighhhh... Who's to say? Who'd know?
But this one thing I did figure:
Some lies win out, others bite back,
Yet it's hard not to envy the smooth liar!

German Elfchen

Violett
Die Fantasie
Die Fantasie verschluckt mir
Mag ich sie?
Leider!

Schwarz
Die Nacht
Was ist passiert, denn?
Ich träume viel.
Aufstehe!

Weiß
Der Schloss
Wo ist die Prinzessin?
Kommt sie nicht?
Schau!

Gelb
Mein Vater
Nicht mehr mit mir
Wer ist da?
Wer?

Dearly Beloved Ma'am...

Who are you, dear lady?
A stranger were you, when you entered my life;
Yet, you seemed so familiar when you smiled at me:
A smile born of heart-felt adoration and sincere love of me-
A smile I had only seen, before,
On my parents' faces on countless occasions and more.

Who are you, good lady?
You seem never to be at a loss of cheers for me
When I have accomplished something or the other;
You have never failed to console me
When my spirits were sore, owing to some failure;
You are always a pillar of strength, courage and wisdom,
That, during trying times, I've come to rely upon.

"Who are you?" I ask
You pray to god everyday so I may prosper.
You make sacrifices, so I may be happier.
You dedicate your life to preparing me for Life.
You toil, so the world may be filled with Samaritans in future.

Let me tell you who I think you are:
You are a very gifted sculptor,
Who strives to mould young, innocent and ignorant minds
Into young, caring and wise men and women,
So that, with their able young shoulders, they may
Step forth and bear the world some day.

Who are you, kind lady?
Why, I would fain call you my friend.
My mentor, guide; even an angel, a God-send.
Indeed, I would call you my cherished preserver,
Though the world may prefer to call you my Teacher.

Fly away, little birdie!

We were just as a bunch of chicks
Peeping anxiously over the edge of our nest,
Hoping for a glimpse of our future, our destiny.
But you smiled at us your sweet, maternal smile,
Assuring us, "All will work out for the best."

It is nearly time for us to fly away from home,
To try our little wings against storms and gales.
We hop tentatively onto the edge of our nest,
And we look back into your lovingly reassuring eyes
That tell us, "The pure hearted never fail."

Pardon the analogy, but nothing else could compare
To the bountiful love and affection you've given us;
Nothing fit our feelings about you more snugly,
Nor was enough to explain to you and to the world
Just how much of a dear you are to us!

Little Miss Mary

Mary had a little pig.
Its ticks were white as snow.
They were so juicy and big,
And she loved to eat them so...

But every time she tried to,
Papa bleats would appear, strict and stern
So she'd hide herself in the loo
And poor Papa'd wait hours for his turn.

"Mary, Mary!" yelled Papa.
"Yes, Papa?" screamed Mary.
"Eating ticks?" asked Papa.
"No, Papa!" screeched Mary.

"Telling lies?" thundered Papa.
"No, Papa!!" Lied Mary.
"Open the door!" shouted Papa.
"Fat chance!" mocked Mary.

Then Mary decided to run away
'Coz Papa wouldn't let her eat bugs anymore,
And Mary just HAD to have her way-
'Sides, Papa always was such a dead bore!

Miles away, a Jack and a Jill
Fell prey to Cupid's arrows.
So they went and checked into The Hill,
But found it much too gross!

They found tons of termites everywhere-
Not to mention the bed bugs!
But because there were no other rooms to spare,
They fell to attacking them with drugs!

Suddenly, someone burst in!
Lo, and behold! It was Mary Bleats!
She thought it an ugly sin
To waste all those yummy treats...

So fast did she gobble up the bugs,
Mr. Hotel Manager hired her as exterminator!
So Jack and Jill made Mary (alias Bugs)
Their friend and lived together happily ever after.

Paranoia

Often we hear of an ardent lover
Whose mistress knows no greater joy
Than to please him who stole her heart;
Be it with ways bold, funny or coy.

But soon comes the day
When neither proof nor entreaty
Convinces the jealous lover
Of his beloved's unbending fidelity.

Paranoia, that blinding devil,
Hunts with arrows of envy, doubt and ire.
So you end up hurting and saddening
All those you love, respect or admire.

Two friends, inseparable of old,
Now unable even to like one another,
Turned enemies, thanks to paranoia!
A presumed 'betrayal' did a friendship smother.

Think you have a dearth of foes?
Then just stop trusting a friend.
For no building lacking cement lasts long;
Likewiseis a trustless friendship easy to end.

Yet another tale we hear, of a wife
Doubting her husband's loyalty...
They don't seem to find trust any more
Hence the divorce, a harsh, scary reality.

Got a relationship you want to ruin?
Then just take on an obsession-
There's no quicker way to kill love
Than to strangle it with suspicion.

A Twilight Stroll Along The Beach

It is time for a stroll along the beach-
It is a bitter-sweet need of my heart;
Ambling along, my hair tossed by sultry winds,
People milling about, skating, jogging,
Laughing, cuddling, playing gossiping;
Bikes drone, cars sail and vendors call.
Breathing in salty pollution- the kind you'd not notice,
I look beyond the ocean of water, of life,
To the half-hearted sun setting behind a distant cloud,
While over my shoulder peeps a sickle moon
With a one solitary star, twinkling shyly from above.
Twilight bids me goodbye and reminds me
To hurry back home, back along the beach.