Mealybugs and Media

Except from, Bugs in the System

Mealybugs, masters of masked misdeeds,

Mingle in places where whispers mislead.

Media's maneuvers, a maelstrom of might,

Many politicians lurk in murky moonlight.

Mealybugs mimic, in silence they move,

Masters of secrets, in shadows they groove.

Media's maze, a mischievous waltz,

Marvelous maneuvers with muted assaults.

Mealybugs, elusive, in the murk they meld,

Machinations masked, truths they repel.

Media's mirage, a misleading display,

Members march in a late midnight melee.

Mealybugs mirror the media's maze,

Many try to maneuver in a muted craze.

Murmurs of truths in this murky moor,

Mealybugs, —media —to much manure.

🐟 Catfish!

Excerpt from the upcoming collection: Virtual Hearts, Virtual Poems

In the digital world, I took the bait,

Thought I'd found love, oh what a great date,

But when we met, my heart took a dive,

The one on the screen was not who'd arrive.

Their profile, a work of pure deception,

In reality, a shocking perception,

Catfish in the pond, a lesson learned,

In this online world, trust must be earned.

So be cautious in love's digital stream,

Not all is as it may first seem,

For in the unknown of the online depths,

Beware the catfish who also has bad breath.

Our Hearts Align

Like butterflies, to distant lands, they soar,

Drawn by an ancient call, like whispered sighs,

In nature's rhythm, they find and explore,

Guided by instincts, under boundless skies.

So, too, my spirit seeks a love that's true,

To rise on wings of joy, in hearts' sweet trance,

In positivity's realm, our love's debut,

With every kind word, in your sweet romance.

With you, the meadows of my heart's delight,

Where spirits bloom, and passions intertwine,

In your warmth, my soul takes a soaring flight,

Together, in love's dance, our hearts align.

Just like the butterflies, to love, we soar,

In the meadows of affection, evermore.