Ought to be more than mere feelings
Ought to feel more than an urge
Ought to serve something more than the self
Ought to resist, need to purge
Penchant for serving mere mammon
Proclivity for take and take more
Ought to give back, need to give in return
Need to even the score.
Ought to vest interest in many
Need to voice justice the same
Need to do something, we have to,
To be worthy of human
In name.
Ought to look to the future,
Need to see to the kids,
Ought to remember our parents,
Need to do what they did.
Need to consider the options,
Ought to speak out, ought to vote,
Need to acknowledge there’s much more at stake
Ought to know that by rote.
Need to relive the lies told
Ought to remember result,
Need to do more than shrug shoulders
Need to read up and consult.
Need to recollect rights here
Ought to reckon responsible too
Need to quit saying nothing changes
Ought to matter to you.
Ought to get on with the housework
Need to remember each task
Ought to and need to, quite different,
Must remember whenever I’m asked.
Need to go now and cook some,
Need to is my middle name,
Ought to is in there as well though,
I guess we’re something the same.
Human with plenty of options,
The ought to’s, the needs and the must,
In it together, we all are,
Need to go now and do what I trust.
Ought to be cleaning, I told you,
Ought to but I have a choice,
Need to’s a whole other matter,
Need to needs to be voiced.
Thank you, A-M. NEEDED this kick in the butt. xo
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Don’t we all, Cole. I had to kick my own butt to get back to the cleaning. Mind wanders too much when hands are busy. Scratch that. Mind wanders, full stop. I’m trying to keep a balance on the political front at the moment as some bits are getting my goat. Nothing new there then.
I hope you’re doing fine.x
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Wow! I never thought I’d see a poem that included both ‘provlivity’ and ‘mammans’ . An awesome feat for sure but can you rhyme orange?
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No one can, smarty pants. But I’ll give it a try.
Ahem!
I’ve been cleaning all day here
With elbow grease and a sponge
Everything’s sparkling and shiny
And not one bit of orange.
Big fat lie, anyway. Steam cleaner and microfibre. And a touch of orange in the kitchen. 😛
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Sorry momus, couldn’t help myself 🙂
An orange rhyme
It is a tad difficult my friend, finding a word that will rhyme
For a fruit of all things, not nary a word that will bind
But amazingly there is a place, that this sacred word can be found
Just go to bloody old Australia, in a language they use by the pound
There it is called by accent, for the fruit that is an orr-inge
But I’m afraid in your lovely dialect, it may only infer a sad cringe
So it’s only in Aussie language, that a rhyme can rightly be told
About a grand old marvellous lady, an orange if I may be so bold
😛
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I tried to read that with an Aussie accent! You do not want to hear it. Orr-inge? Glaswegian’s more like awraange. Tricky wee buggers to eat too! 🙂
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simply brilliant
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*taking a bow* And a big smile. Thank you kindly, sir. 🙂
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