Friday Writings # 233....Poets And Story Tellers United

one day
my happy arms
will hold you
yes
a hot cup of tea
to be sipped
without interruption
a far off dream
but  still possible

 

 

 to dream the impossible dream
imagine
inspiring these feelings
in another
well someone did

mais pas moi
jamais

Whats Going On ?

brothers
a great duo
parents  are so lucky
these boys bring such joy to the world
thank you

 

a rewrite of history

learning classical music
from the age of seven
should be made
 a compulsory part of the education system
globally
the world would be a better place
to live

Rewriting History... https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com

W3 Prompt # 217.... THE SKEPTICS KADDISH

CINQUAIN

beauty
amongst rubble
it is there still exists
if only you have the eyes to
see it

SHADORMA

pink cockies
sitting on a branch
just gorgeous
magical
sent to make us smile and gasp
we are so lucky

MLMM MONDAY WORDLE # 482

 care hide kind steps join pleasure betrayed shoulder missed friend pride share

she still missed her friend
loved sharing confidences
offering a shoulder to cry on
thought she was kind and caring
took pleasure in joining her for social events
took pride in being in her company
until she had to face the reality
that she had been betrayed
and could not keep on hiding from the awful truth
she would need now to take steps to recover
from her devastation

TANKA TUESDAY CHALLENGE NO 70.....LAI FORM

music filled with heart

beauty love and art
lovely
you broke us  apart
the hurt still kicks start
deeply
meet again we shan't
bridges burnt we can't
sadly

FRIDAY WRITINGS # 232...POETS and STORY TELLERS UNITED....teeth bloom hammer

                                             her false teeth didn't work

                                              it led to her woes

CINQUAIN

she danced
rose in her teeth
her time to bloom again
hammering out her song having 
a ball

 

THE SKEPTICS KADDISH ...W3 Prompt # 216

i think that i shall never see
a poem as lovely as a tree
but in her case this is not so
prefers to run with josh and joe

far too old to manage the run
to tag along would ruin their fun
they're young and trim and fighting fit
enjoying life and all its gifts

she watches them go running by
it makes her sad it makes her sigh
remembering when she had legs
that could run dance and swim great lengths

so now she writes her poetry
filling her time with words and dreams
reaching old age is not so great
a part of life just call it fate