Jun 27th, 2012
My Chaos Theory
Arriving late for a flight
Without the appetite
To suffer fools,
I heard “You’re late”
I said “I know,
Is there something
You can do?”
Her maternity pause
Was still no cause
For me to lose
My cool
And I didn’t
I swear till her
Enduring stare
Seemed to be
Prompting a duel.
“Could you hurry?”
I said, “I’m late.”
She said
“It’s my turn
To take my time.
If you cared so much
To be on this flight
You wouldn’t be
Last in line.
Your ticket
Is subject to load,
Remain seated
Until I am bored.
My job you see
Gives me the opportunity
To keep the flying floored.”
I saw words appearing
As she stood there leering
Over her desk
Doing nothing at all.
They seemed to say
This was a good day
To attend the
Bitchfest Ball.
I’m sure in hell
She’ll be ringing the bell
For her master’s
Final call.
Time immemorial
Could not find one
More dictatorial
Enthroned behind a stall.
“If you will not put me
On the flight” I said,
“Tis better to let me go.
I have better things to do”
I said “than listen to you crow.
Yes I am late.
Did they lock the gate?
Some lies are best untold,
Unless you desire
More fuel in my fire
Than even your tank
Can hold.”
Customer relations
Like God’s revelations
Usually lead to war.
Next time I travel
I’ll be sure to unravel
My chaos theory before.
Sara Sultan is a painter and writer who can be found tweeting @SaraSultan1980
Apr 27th, 2012
Substantial
I’m substantial I confess
People laugh when I undress
I don’t diet there’s no doubt
My tummy’s started poking out!
People shallow all abound
Substance now is seldom found
How fortunate that I’m so fat
Unfathomed depth is proof of that!
Bulemic models stumble down
The tainted streets of tinsel town
Hoping looks make up for smarts
With brains devoid of moving parts
So substance is my chosen fad
From here to sunny Trinidad
With foolish folk I feel confined
As sexy is a state of mind!
Reza Sultan is a poet, singer and songwriter and tweets lyrically under the handle @Reza_Sultan
Feb 28th, 2012
Candy
I confess when I am tempted
Resistance just can’t be attempted;
Old enough to be arcane -
I walk with a candy cane!
Call it more a carnal craving
That keeps subjects misbehaving;
When the time comes to refrain -
It’s a lust they can’t contain!
Some like sour, some favor spicy
Sweet leaves no one indecisive;
From the time that we were young,
Candy conquered every tongue!
So, now as we try to diet,
We are apt to cause a riot
As we drool over a bite -
Of that droll Turkish Delight!
Only shunned by the ascetic
Prone to turn one diabetic
For the constant taste of rapture
That we all find hard to capture
Some can boil it, others bake it;
Life is as sweet as we make it -
Nibbled as its story’s told:
Let the sugar rush unfold!
Reza Sultan is a poet, singer and songwriter and tweets lyrically under the handle @Reza_Sultan
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