Read Write Poem 107

Prompt...image 'Shotgun Blast' by Shane Gorski chosen by Andre Tan.

Every poem written to this prompt and submitted to RWP this week will earn a food donation
for the charity 'Hopelink'

This is my first religious poem and I'm dedicating it to Paul Oakley who writes religious poems and has a vast knowledge of biblical studies and theology.

Camels and Needles

A stale peace
tinged with sadness permeates
this deserted sanctuary
with graffiti reminiscent
of frescoes in a chapel

A sunray beams through an arch
gold ostensorium in the tabernacle
blessing the rubbled rubbish
home to the rejected alienated
the losers and for many just
one missed pay cheque away

And did those feet in ancient times
walk in the palaces of prelates
or defer to the powerful and
publicised philanthropists

And did those feet
sack workers before Christmas
sink ankle deep into
soft pile carpet
at a charity ball
seize a photo opportunity
with a beggar
or grovel to a slum landlord
made knight of the realm
for tax deductible donations to the needy

Wonderful
charismatic

Counsellor
non conformist
counter culturalist

the Mighty God
a poor jewish child

the Everlasting Father
born homeless to an odd couple

the Prince of Peace
has left his footprints here

Read Write Poem 107

Prompt..Image chosen by Andre Tan for RWP 107. Each poem written to the prompt this week will earn a food donation to Charity.

Read Write Poem 106

Xmas Down Under


snow flakes and icy sleet are
foreign to our sun parched souls
cracked with blinding intensity
and ferocious heat

we awake to cicadas
screeching under electric blue sky
burning the ear drums while our
heads reel intoxicated with the heavy scent
of eucalypts and traffic fumes
last shopping days to Xmas

most of us live near a white sandy beach
where our tired dusty thoughts are rinsed
in aqua sea green cooled by a soft breeze
lots of families lunch at the beach on Xmas Day
and if you live on the west coast you might be
lucky enough to see le rayon vert through
salt encrusted eyelashes just as the sun
slips under the horizon

A Xmas Tale for the Big Kiddies

Another Xmas Eve
What are those elves feeding the reindeers
I can't keep cleaning up all this crap
Every year the Santa letters are getting worse
with demands for money and threats if presents
aren't delivered on time

Every year my suit is getting tighter
A few nips of brandy will help me slide into it
Another Xmas Eve away from home
Oh to be cosy tucked up in bed I'm too old for this

A few more nips of brandy and I'll be on my way

It's like a lake around the house with the ice cap melting

Should have worn my rain boots

'OK Prancer Dancer whatever your name is..Move!'

Quite a sprinkling of stars up here tonight

The deers wont like it-always spooks them
A few nips of brandy should do the trick

Bloomin' reindeers are going beserk
This is the third time around the pole
We're going around in circles
Another Xmas Eve out in the cold
A few more nips of brandy will warm me up

Bleary eyed Santa looks down at the north sea and
thinks of last summer in Cancun
Lying on white sand covered in coconut oil
Calypso giggling, plaiting his whiskers with beads
playing with his maracas,wearing floral board shorts
without a reindeer in sight

A few more nips of dutch courage is all he needs
to toss the irridescent tinseled gift boxes overboard
and head for the nearest airport

'OK I'm leaving you reindeers in the parking lot
If you get bored feel free to play in the traffic'
Sitting on the plane,destination sun and surf
a few more nips of brandy to calm his shattered nerves
he looks out of the window at the sea
covered in seemingly small coloured icebergs
spotlit by a bright full moon

A little boy seated nearby also looking out says
'Look Mommy, the sea is floating with Xmas presents'
The mother not raising her eyes from her magazine says
'Santa doesn't bring presents to children who tell big whoppers!'

A Merry Xmas To All...

Read Write Poem 105

Prompt : meteors,hit, moon,abiding,curled,
backs,pierced,moved,safer,pulled,
precious,telephone, neglect,stars,shell
wind,radar,trees



moved by the beauty of a summer's night
she picked up the precious shell
and pressed it to her ear
listening to the wind wail
through the pulled branches from trees
singing psalms of abiding neglect
she marvelled at the curled backs
of the waves so high they almost hit the moon
the sky pierced with stars seemed a better option
a safer place with its meteors and milky way
flying solo under the radar loop
dodging knives and the telephone had appeal
slipping through the cracks so to speak

Read Write Poem 104

A poem based on Dr. Ruth's 10 point Recipe for a Sex Poem

'All I want for Xmas is a Fridge'

the heat was filthy that night
she tossed and turned
sticking to her sheets
got up and went to the kitchen
lit softly by a street lamp outside
she looked out of the uncurtained window
beads of sweat glistened
about her neck like a
jewelled necklace
her night gown cling wrapped
to her majestic orbs and triumphant mounds
of boadicean granite like a second skin

the old barely functioning fridge
vibrating away in the corner
like a paddle boat steamer
hummed its relentless
rollin' rollin 'rollin'
rollin' rollin' rollin'
providing the ritornello
to Ray's concerto across the road
roy rogering his mrs
at the same time every week
to the 'Rawhide' tune full blast
with added sound effects of
cracking whips and cowboy yelps
helpful hints that came with
the viagra pack

With Frankie Laine ringing in her ears
she opens the fridge door
to get a cool drink
when her eye catches
an odd shape in the dark
at the back
gingerly she pulls it out
and holding the limp
shrivelled radish in
the palm of her hand
sighs wistfully
It was the first time
she had thought of him in years

Dr. Ruth's 10 Point Recipe for a Sex Poem

1. No mention of cars
Cars have been done to death

2. Buttocks must quiver.
Big ones should resemble blancmange
Small firm ones should resemble marble

3. Sound effects to infuse arses with southern charm
( not to be confused with Antipodean charm)
could be whirling water or steamboat whistles

4. Hot weather is always sexy. Use of sweat (must be beads)
or drenched t shirts clinging to rosy pink erect nipples is always good

5. Sea terminology such as the crashing of waves, being sucked out by the current,
the tide coming in, going out, the slight turn of the crest before the waves crashes down
whirling you about in a tumble spin

6. Nude bathing, languid floating with a lot of draped seaweed and slow moving crabs amongst
hot rocks at high noon

7. Watch Italian movie for inspiration 'Travolti da un insolito destino nell'azzurro mare d'agosto'
or anything French. Any words whispered in either of these languages in flagrante delicto
is a plus.

8 Use of food terminology such as shrivelled radish, limp old carrot found at the back of the
fridge, rock melons, ripe mango flesh, sea water oysters or a thick hard zucchini is always
suggestive

9. If you wish to introduce humour use unlikely sex aids such as mortgage application forms,
ear trumpets, French horns and hair nets

10. We are a visually dependent society, so a visit to the dress department is probably in order:
Vicar and tarts, nurse and policeman outfits are passe. Kilts and Miss Piggy outfits are
popular. Also Elvis Presley (but only if you can sing), Gorilla and jungle animals have always
been favourites of mine, in particular the carpet python and the sabre toothed albino rat

WARNING If after administering the above ten points, no response can be discerned in the other party,check for pulse and then call an ambulance.

PS If this is all too much and the reader becomes hot and bothered and decides not to write a sex poem I recommend a nice hot cup of tea, put your feet up and watch the 'Barchester Chronicles'

Read Write Poem 103

Pomegranate
with a twist of Genesis

I've never been tempted
to try you
I can see you have been
visited by the snake
I knew this as a child
long before I knew you
were the forbidden fruit
Compared to blood plums
and golden mangoes
YOU are not a temptation

Poor Eve
What can you expect from a companion
created on the cheap from a cast off rib?
Adam, whining like a spoilt brat for a companion
should have been left to his own devices
with all his ribs remaining intact.
Adam in time would have
taken a bite out of the
pomegranate and earned all the ensuing blame
God in his mercy would then create Eve out of rose petals
jasmine and lemon grass to make things right for the world
That is why sins are known as the sins of Adam
not as the sins of Eve