Author: Tanya'sopinion

A teacher by profession, a poet by heart and a traveler by love
Inspiration, life, poetry

Trials

Tanya'sopinion

Time has witnessed the many trials
of your life, you often felt a little more than what you saw. It’s about time you kneel down to your self, give yourself a little pat on the back, smile and move on. When you find yourself lost in the raven hours, remember the Tolstoyian words often rings true; God watches everything but waits for his turn.


steak
life, Nature, poetry, satire, Self-Help, wit,

The Last Supper

Tanya'sopinion

Fat cellulite everywhere,

not an inch have I lost from

anywhere.

Keto-Sheeto Vegan-Keegan

Omni-Carni, Raw-Thaw

tried and tried!!

Tasted every waters of

hot springs from the

blue coasts of Sardinia to

the sulphuric lakes of India.

Left & skipped the ever-flowing

ruby wines from the promised

golden grail.

Slayed butchered every lean-

turkey and the farm fed chicken

that came in that way,

cruelly snatched with my

bare hands the last golden egg

that popped from the Mother Hen

just to lay my hands on

that holy protein.

While the scornful Angus

blocked and locked horns

in the ivory door.

Dejected I tried my luck just

one more time and fasted

till the sultry noon which turned into

The Last Supper of the day!

grey eyed sadness
History, life, Love, Nature, poetry

Wise Clown

Tanya'sopinion

Some exist a wise clown,

dwelling peacefully in

the grim garbs of a jester.

Sprouting often exquisite pearls,

of wisdom here and there;

somewhere in between the

words that men consider banal.

While few exist intellectual

suffering peevishly in the

golden robe of a wise man.

Shackled enslaved by their

pretentiousness, declined and despised

by their intellect. Banished and

forever cursed to measure each word

with someone’s rhyme and meter.

Great Land
life, Literature, Nature, poetry

RETURNING

Tanya'sopinion

Tired and exhausted as I batter life,

you’ve embraced me again with your;

small talks and effervescence.

A piece of great land even loftier

tales, you’ve tied me hard.

When I run far away to escape

the dreary stormier seas.

And embarked on long voyages

to the lands of one Bedouins,

and golden dunes,

I knew I’ll come back

one more time.

crow
poetry

Marvel

Tanya'sopinion

Marveling at the luck of

a masked sparrow, free to

fly away to infinite sky;

while loathing at human

existence till a wide-eyed

hawk clasped it’s wings

and took away the little

damsel in its cruel claws

far away in the familiar

infinite skies.