New Years Resolution

3WW ...demolish resolution transform


my new years resolution is
to demolish my over imaginative
emotive embellished strident searing
vibrant aura and transform myself
into a beige taupe saccharine sweet
serene sanitized simpering mouse
and see what happens

Christmas Day

don't complain of snow
you could be here in white heat
baking festive frazzling hot
looking for a quiet spot
in the belief of penning
a poem for Christmas
among the crackled eucalypts
sand in your toes
salt in your eye lashes
blow flies floating in the drinks
rumple in your crumple
ants in your pants
MERRY CHRISTMAS

Risk

Should I jump or not?
Seems a shame to turn back now
Leave teddy behind

Give it one more shot
If you fall you are finished
If not,you're home free

Go for it they said
over and over again
encouraging her

She listened to them
but suspected their motives
and prepared for death

Doggerel

Rusty and Goosey (my favourite Sydney neighbours) and me wish everyone
A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR

For The Weekend

3WW...proximity retribution immobile

CHRISTMAS

es ist ein ros entsprungen
the sweetest season of the Lord
a proximity to wunderschon

salvator mundi
renders us immobile with awe
thoughts of retribution
slide away
with the falling snow

Christus vincit
Christus regnat
Christus imperat

Mon Amie La Rose

mon amie la rose
is no substitute for you
cuts thorns warts and all

TALLY HO

So there was a horse
behind your wardrobe and now
it has disappeared

Is Blondel hiding
in your wardrobe with Richard
le coeur du lion?

Richard the 3rd said
"My kingdom for a horse" bet
he regrets it now

Blondel hates horses
he would rather play the lute
for court sycophants

I have never liked
horses in the house it is
not acceptable

Richard has never liked
horses in the house either
he is civilised

What kind of people
keep horses behind wardrobes
strange ones that's for sure

Friends

i'm screwing your spouse
i know you don't really care
have mine, if you like

Christmas

at this time of year
i wish i was there again
alas i am not

For The Weekend

la voix de bon dieu
la voix de mon ame merci
maestro j s bach

Deo Gratias

The dark angel
visited me yesterday
showed me the movie
can't say
if it was in colour
or black and white

I have been warned
and shown the fire
Who do I give thanks to
God?
My ancestors?
J S Bach?

I give gratitude
love and thanks
to all of you
for my salvation
from the flames
yet again

I rejoice
in the truth
and only the truth

My soul soars
floating in the
celestial spheres
Leave it there

Deo Gratias

Non je ne regrette rien

I do have a few
but not too many thank God
time is very short

Cute Alain Chabat
is not much of a flautist
so what, he is hot

Sweeties all come out
on the town during yule tide
Christmas is special

I am addicted
to haiku of all strange things
this must cease at once

recovery is
not an option down under
it's a haiku place

packs several hits
in a few well chosen words
and Bob's your uncle

Go Genghis

3WW...flag might passive

for too many years
she sat passive
with the door mat flag
flying from her mast
until she decided
to join genghis
in an exhiliration episode
a fight with all her might

Gunnedah

Dorothea McKellar
Miranda Kerr
Erica Baxter
Gunnedah gels
beautiful blooms
from the plains
We grow 'em good here

Talk To Me

it's been a whole day
my mind is racing with thoughts
are you leaving me?

she fell deep into
the purple morning glory
and refused to budge

he took my red van
he's an uncaring bastard
am getting it back

it's raining and cold
i'm staying in bed all day
never getting up

i'm talking to you
i'm not a piece of dead wood
why not talk to me?

Comic Romance

at first it was snowy
that caught my eye
next it was your beige trench coat
and chocolate brown accent

hmmm a gumshoe adventurer
and definitely my style
it was fun for a while
then it wasn't

it's all about french
and trench coats i think

Balloons

Balloons always burst
Mine is flatter than pancake
I should never have returned
Another mistake

Family

The family that prays
together stays together
May God bless them all

For The Weekend

every ache and hurt
you have must be mine as well
let me take your pain

Immigrasi

3WW...behave jettison mob

thinking poetry
in the immigration queue
not a good idea

don't behave this way
drawing too much attention
haiku not worth it

your cut glass English
will not fit well with the mob
jettison grammar

L'Etranger

Some said she was kind
Some said she was beautiful
Some said she was clever
Some said she was funny
Some said she was interesting
And yet
She remained alone and unloved
encased in a prism of mirrors
Her fate sealed

For the Weekend

For the Weekend

Le Magicien

3WW shallow hollow misery

at least
there is
nothing hollow
or shallow
about le magicien

his thrust and parry
slices razor sharp
running one through like onion rings
making nurse misery
look like mary poppins

no-one could possibly like him
except me
please keep safe
i know you will never leave me

CHANGE

change of country
change of culture
exciting

new friends
new family
wonderful

new smells
new ocean
magic

new smiles
new beauty
heart stoppers

new problems
plenty

What the #%*+
am I doing?

For The Weekend

Dedicated to all those who dine with Rall at Nero!

Microscopic Poetry

3WW...impetus solace vindication

love is the impetus
solace the aftermath
vindication invariably follows

Marry Me

3WW
muster drank hitch

I drank so much wine
to try to muster courage
to get hitched to you

Black

Black Black Black
is the shadow
standing in the waves
watching me

Black Black Black
is the mood
of my sad bucket
who loves me

Black Black Black
is the colour
of my true love's hair

For The Weekend

Melodrama

3WW....jerk puncture carnage

if i see you alone
carnage will follow
my ego is punctured
my soul in tatters
you behaved like a jerk

Spring

And now that I'm free
to enjoy your gorgeousness
I have to leave you

I don't want to leave
but I'm being sensible
just once for a change

I will miss you

Halloween

we don't want your tentacles
creeping in here
a sugary mindless epidemic
sweeping the globe
with your plastic pap and smarm
decorating only a few (fortunately)
elegant terraces in cotton wool
fake webs and witches hats

leave us alone

For The Weekend

For anyone who has heard of Gerald Moore.

The English Lesson

' Blow blow thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind as man's ingratitude
Thy tooth is not so keen because thou art not seen
Although thy breath be rude ' William Shakespeare

3WW...figment vulnerable inclined

was this a figment
of her imagination
or did she hear
' i wuz alone in ze rain'?


such ardour and impersonation
of a french cariacture in love
is an indication of someone
stereotypically and imaginatively
stifled and stitched
with a certain romantic appeal
for that brand of vulnerable victim
inclined to california poppy oil
old spice and bryl creem

i will now puz ma beret on
bringz out ma book " Zizi Zoe et Zuzu "
crossz my black fish netz legz
pout red,feel blue, smoke white
and zed myself into oblivion

Ficus Macrophylla

For Isabel's Sunday Tree Party

I didn't have brothers or sisters
I grew up with this beauty instead
I knew I would marry underneath her mantle
She knew everything about me
Had seen me at my best at my worst

The day came

My family was delighted
His family was thrilled
We
had reservations
and then some
She
waving and swaying
her branches in festive mode
playing at hula hands
was indifferent
She
had seen it all before

One Swallow Does Not Make A Summer

dverse



Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day
And for some,jumping out of buildings
heaven's lease hath all too short a date

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines
And oft is his gold complexion dimmed
by plumes of smoke dust and mayhem

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this and this gives life to thee
in possibly an unappealing way
ruining the memory of a lovely bike ride
portraying you as feckless and uncaring
which may not necessarily be the case

One swallow does not make a summer.

For The Weekend

Forgetfulness Of Things Past

3WW...breach ember tentative

and all the resolutions

all those resolutions came asunder
with your tentative reapproach
and sweet remorse

the breach of trust forgotten
the pile of ashes ignored

with the last
remaining
burning ember
about to ignite

yet again into
another raging fire storm

Travel Bug

cure for travel bug
take a train in india
arm chair's looking good

Autumn Blues

got the autumn blues?
think of a beach in china
and enjoy the snow

Remember This?

dverse...taboo topic

champagne tipsy
ride home
with gypsy king

you asked
for my number
i produced
a black marker

you wrote on my leg

the walls of jericho
came tumblin' down

For The Weekend

dverse
imitate a poet
(apologies again to Will)



Petruchio:

Think you clanging and squawking
of a wounded beast will daunt my intent hag?
Thou will crawlst to thy keeper's call and
be watched like those kites
"that bate and beat
and will not be obedient"

Kate:

"O mad-brained rudesby
full of spleen"
pox'd pestilent puke soured puttock
I would rather die than marry thou ruinous butt
thou burning cinder corniced in a sore eye
thou commonplace ring worm'd cur
thou tassel of a wet rain sodden purse

Fine Knacks For Ladies

3WW...admire piece follow

Season your admiration for a while with an attent ear
Is that a knife in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?
What a piece of work is man.
I follow him to serve my turn upon him.

PS
Apologies to Will.

Learn Language Through Poetry

Rieke Diah Pitaloka



matamu memandang mataku
your eyes meet my eyes



jemarimu menyentuh jemariku
your fingers touch my fingers



karena itu
Tadi malam kugoresi langit dengan namamu

that is why
I scratched the sky last night with your name

For The Weekend

Fly Me To The Moon

3WW...eject render impact

and next time when I eject
having dropped from the sky
like a meteor crashed to earth
cement rendered on impact
i must crawl to the surface
dust myself off
replace my brain
with just about anyone elses
keep away from the solar system
press all the desensitise buttons
smile switch flickery
stare in vacuo
grin without meaning
never believe in anything except
incy wincy spider, brer rabbit
and the stepford wives
stop playing russian roulette
and remember 'fly me to the moon'
is only the name of a song

Porkies

we said we would remain friends
hoping to stem the gushing
blood flow from the massive wounds
we had inflicted on each other
our devastation too awful to face

we say wished for truths to each other
to salve the agony to unscramble the egg
and as we look up at the sky
we see those pink piggies flying

Mimpi Tercemar

bunyi mata asing menyebar
mimpi tercemar dan turis
dari pulau ke pulau

ah sandiwara ini
ini pun terlalu lama
saya tenggelam
tanpa jangkar saya
tanpa teman saya
saya benar-benar sendirian
tanpa anda

TAINTED DREAM
foreign currency spreads
tainted dreams and tourists
from island to island

ah this charade
this long drawn out play
i'm drowning
without my anchor
without my friend
i'm utterly alone
without you

Pop Art

dverse

wads of crisp green notes
packed and padded
into the pockets of my pants
and campbell soup tins
inspire thoughts of wigs and vinyl
Cool!
"art is what you can get away with"
Andy Warhol

For The Long Weekend

Stormy Weather

It's blowing so hard
It's blowing black dogs
off leashes
There goes the weekend
Bugger
I'm still going sailing
Regardless

Love With A Twist Of Gemini

Above... Simone de Beauvoir with her Chicago man ( Writer Nelson Algren )


Jean Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir

3WW..nausea,cherish,guarantee

'nausea' was a good name for his novel
a guaranteed success for the gemini peacock
who looked like a brueghel demon/ drugged dachsund
but charismatically pulled the girls

he did not really cherish his 'castor'
a turban'd hybrid ice handmaiden/intellectual
who found ravissante rosy pink love
with a gorgeous yank in Chicago
leaving him heartbroken to return to the peacock prince
a Paris forging a path for french feminism
with her novel 'the second sex'

Blackberry Pie...Fait A La Main

dverse/gooseberry garden





who would have thought
that talk of blackberry pies
and apple crumble
rug cleaning and twins
sweet talk of bad weather
gift wrapped in a bow
could be so special


any skerrick of generosity and warmth
is rare and overwhelming
on this vile politesse free
environmentally destructive planet
inhabited by self obsessed self analytical
greedy clanging cymbals
unimaginative networking operators
clinging on to the tail of Mammon
climbing to the dark place sans sunshine
in the hope of recognition and societal success

nature will blow us all out of the water
laughing as she does it
will we cry, wail and moan of doom?
Yes
"Oh shrieve me,shrieve me holy man!"
will some of us laugh as well?
Yes
will those be labelled as bitter and twisted
cynical nutters?
Yes
will they care?
No

Ku De Ta

Mojito
Gazpacho
G'day
Gede


Mojito
Splendito
Bagus
Tekuh

Chocolate Decadence
and Spring Rolls
for two

Cozy is Cool
So is Tekuh
My mind
will fly back
to the fun days
at KU

Matur Suksuma
Back Soon

Riding With Will

3WW...yawn dull race

the last race
is fortune's win

tis not the time
for dull edged wit
and tears

raise thy sword high
slash the sky's yawn wider

ride like the wind
to victory

GOODBYE

dverse

He came to say goodbye
formal cold indifferent
Om swastiastu

I offered him tuber roses
He smiled
said he did not like flowers
Shudder bells on alert again
Om swastiastu

All this fervour
flick the switch smiles
sans flowers
sans warmth
sans love
sans joy
Om swastiastu

A comatosed zen existence
tranquillised by meditation
and brutalised by self imposed austerity?
Om swastiastu

No
No
No
not for this little black duck!

She is om swastiastuing herself
back to Gondwana land
Today
back to the dreamtime
to rearrange her thoughts
to sing her own song again
with coloratura notes that
will ring like crystal plinks
throughout the lands
Om swastiastu
And
No thank you to you too

Dali Dances Backwards

3WW..omitted ease backward

I'm going backwards
with such ease that
one would never believe
that I had ever managed
forwards

I've omitted to reveal
the reason why
I'm doing this legong dance
backwards in quick step time

I have been wearing
an eccentric reckless label
for months which has now been
indelibly tattooed on my
distended brain


In this Salvador Dali Bali place
Ma Goose Bagus Jegeg
is put into a trance
before she is impaled
with bamboo sticks
and sacrificed

It doesn't hurt
(so they say)

I can see Scuttlebucket's
hand in this somewhere

LOSS OF INNOCENCE

d verse

the golden goose watched him
from the shadows

his face a beatific vision
aglow with happiness
at that woman's arrival

he clasped her hands firmly
in a beautiful welcome
pleased at her return

dazzled by his warm affection
the golden goose had finally witnessed
some thawing in the iceman
and was pleased
to have her premonitions
proved wrong

not long after
she learnt that he had
sent that woman to her death
with that clasp

he smiled as he related the story
to mother goose with frozen indifference

she listened expressionless
and internally shuddered
she knew her head was
next for the chopping block

the golden goose
had become egg bound
and was not laying any more

"for once in your life
don't be a goose"
she said to herself

"stop producing golden eggs
stop believing in people"

A Message

3WW...observe erode heart

please listen and observe
my darling
this consistently glum
reticent unyielding
strictured insufferable
sanctimonious sourpuss
self - centred stance
will erode all feeling
from even the most
ardent heart

Song Bird

dverse

some of us
endowed with
magnificent voice
live
humming
in muted silence
of the shadowlands

watching
hoping
and
waiting
waiting
waiting

Monsoon Madness

She had that sinking feeling
of dying
Dying again

Cut to ribbons
with brutal honesty
exquisitely packaged in
frozen Gemini ice
to celebrate another ceremony
'tropical torture day'

Grief invades her
like a night army
creeping stealthily across the plain
obliterating all the escape routes

Nothing
can stem this flow
of torrential tears
or ford the raging river
of offense
Nothing

C'est la guerre!

Shadow Puppet

3WW...drag penetrate mumble

every word
every grain of truth
has to be extracted
like teeth
dragged from the mumble mire
of ingrained deceit

nothing can penetrate that
dangerous inscrutable elusive charm
a pot pourri of patchouli incense
sprinkled with gun powder

Kite

3WW..adapt glide lie

i said I wouldn't
look at that kite again
as I lie on my back
floating on buoyant blue

it's always there
watching over me
one day i will look up
and it wont be there

adapting to life
without that kite
is unimaginable

Gone Walkabout

Hallelujah!

wow we got it right!
miraculous victory
sweet justice for all

Angel

Artwork by Rallentanda

ANGEL ALERT

he said she was an angel
heaven sent
and
she liked it

the idea of
belonging to the
celestial club
had a certain
spiritual appeal

bejewell'd
in rubies and diamonds
clothed in finery
of gold threaded weave

she stood shining
a beacon in the dark sky
her presence like the
bright wing'd tipp'd lights
on a night plane

and
as she peeled off
layer after layer
removing all her adornments
presenting them as gifts

lo and behold
with nothing
left to give
she discovered her angel status
had crumpled

she had been placed into
the non celestial file
finding herself

rattling around
in a wastepaper basket
with other discarded
notepad memos

this did not prevent
her from smiling
she had been here
so many times before

Togetherness

crushed flesh
tight reassuring
warmth

together we survive
marauder attacks
together we prosper
together we grow

reclusivity
unknown
except for lepers

privacy
a western concept
luxury item

all of a sudden
I feel so foreign

For The Weekend

Fools

3WW
gasp viable mute

Angels?

maybe
for Pope

mute
careful
considered
calculating
controlling
viable situations
cucumber cool

Gasp!
Spare me

Give me a fool
a wonderful fool
passionate
rapturous
impetuous
courageous
fearless
fun fantastico
alive
beautifully buzzed

"Fools rush in where angels fear to tread"..Alexander Pope

NIGHT DRIVE

tearing along highways
empty
except for the
carnival lights
of road trains

an orange full moon
white lines
red
reflectors
magic

the landscape's
flood lit
mountain ranges
dance to
full blast
Gaga

excitement
don't let this end
let's just keep on going
'Yes' he said

smiles
smiles that happen
with speed
plans that happen
with flash lightning

laughs
laughs and squeals
that happen
with danger
of pea soup fog
all the way into
the metropolis

look left
on the bridge
wow!
and there she is
lights
marquesite jewels
on black velvet
winking
on a mirror of
glassy water

gorgeous seductress
how many time have I tried
to stay away
leave you
never to return

every time I see you
a lump in my throat
rises as I gasp
at your beauty
as if for the first time
especially at night

i'm running again
but I know I will
die in your arms

the way I feel this morning
after a 10 hour magical
adrenalin pumping drive
it will be sooner rather than later

Springtime for Hitler and Germany

 

This was controversial in 1968 and I believe that Mel Brooks the brilliant producer and director suffered a degree of stage fright for the first performance. "Humour is the weapon of unarmed people;it helps oppressed people to smile at the situation that pains them"...Simon Wiesenthal

For The Weekend

For Marek

Zakopane

he skied
down the slope
a tour de force
clutching at the wind
a manic dancer
scattering
shards
splinters
of brilliance
passionate
wild thing
ending
the ride
at dusk
softly
like
the sad
soulful
tender
plaintive
weeping
of the
slow movement

The Australian Crawl

dverse...oops closed... too late to put this on the site. No matter, was so inspired (knocked mi white socks off and left one in the middle of the sidewalk :) by one particular poem that I just had to put pen to paper so to speak.

head down
strong overarm
nuggety sturdy legs
speed the essence

no time for doubts
currents and treacherous tides
must be considered
if she is to reach
the other shore

swimming to him
across the vast ocean
with that music between them
reeling in her head
keeps her slicing through
those waves

arms aching
her small body
wracked with exhaustion
she treads water for a while
searching for an outline
through salt encrusted eyes

sometimes
she wants to surrender
to give in
to give up

but then he sends a message
via a soft breeze
just a few tantalizing notes
enough to set her off again
powering through those waves

Brits Do Humour Best

This post is for a British blogging friend of mine who has a warm, wicked sense of humour and very nice feet!

3WW....drench immune radiate

'Hi,I'm a doctor' he said
chat chat chat
'My wife's a bit of an old trout I'm afraid!"
Her immune system is shot from drugs I brought home in a coconut as a joke.
I'm off to a leper colony tomorrow in Nairobi. Care to join me?"

Her good eye sparkled and for the first time in decades she radiated that fuzzy glow. Unexpectedly a drenched vision in the shape of silk bloomer'd Dolly appeared before her all in a tizz.

Suddenly running off with a complete stranger to a leper colony in Africa held enormous appeal.

Monkey See And Monkey Do

Bluebell Books...monkey jungle beach safari story coconuts banana music

What's the story this time?
Dancing like a monkey
to jungle music on the beach
Wearing a 70's safari suit
Banging coconuts as maraccas
Slurping banana daiquiris
You told me you were on the wagon

PLEASURE

Sunday Scribblings

Pleasure

Eating crispy duck
in a gazebo

Drinking tea and
handling turtles

A boat trip at low tide

Spraying eau dynamisante
on the driver

Laughing

Swimming to Lady Gaga

Having breakfast together

Your voice on the telephone

Your emails and texts

Pleasure

Fleeting

And never enough

An Apology

I would like to thank all those poets who comment on my posts. Unfortunately, if you are on Wordpress I am unable to comment on your sites for some inexplicable reason. (It's something to do with enabling cookies.) I am more likely to fly to the moon than ever to be able to execute such a technical feat which I know,is considered to be so easy, that anyone (except me ) can manage it in a heartbeat. )I am now restricted to prompt sites that accept Google Blogger.. for the moment at least.

" It's Like That " For Ruski Rappers

Check This Out
Get fit
Join The Russian Army
Rap Ruski style

Walled City

how many times
how many times
had she lay
on a creaky iron bed
in a cheap pensione
in the heat
of the afternoon
off a still baking street
in a walled city
treeless
geraniumless
art treasur'd bastion
of western culture
revered adulated
striving sacrificing
to get here
and soon afterwards
always
wishing she were
somewhere else

For The Weekend

Z moim sercem w dloniach twych

block your ears
resist the sad strains
of the seductive melody
from the soft eye'd beauty
zatkaj uszy
zanim bedzie za pozno

lower your eyes
or you'll melt
into her gaze and
lose yourself
obnizaja wasze oczy
zanim bezie za pozno

Food of Love

summer fruit
arranged
on banana leaves
succulent blood plums
burst black grapes
creamy durian
ripe mangosteens
food for desire
food for love
fruit
tropical fruit
ripe fruit
and always
in my shadow
the everpresent
forbidden fruit

Flars For Me

3WW dose pierce appear

I had a dose of the blues
until you appeared by email
with cheery badinage larfs
and flars piercing the gloom

sometimes my declarations of love
are overwrought with violet hues
verging on laughs and lies
but in truth
I have never loved a man
who did not send me flowers

Thank You

For The Weekend

For Ella...Princess Mango Pops
from your soul sister
Princess Pineapple



3WW...fumble banter glance

For Agung

Bali's DJ extraordinaire
decked out in traditional garb
who never fumbles or fusses
shaking cocktails dancing behind the bar
a smile that could light up the sky
change a weather vane with a glance
whose banter could crack the hardest of hearts
who made hours of swimming
with his composite tapes mind blistering
whose generosity is memorable
who makes the best banana daiquiris
I miss you already

Ape Shit

3WW
indecision, option,fate

Indecision is not
A consideration for apes
Indecision is a monkey's option
He who hesitates fate is sealed
They will never end up in the
VIP section of anywhere

And Now For Something American

I like kick ass chicks...so does China:)

A BREAK

I'm taking a break until the end of the month. No blogging,no computers,no phones, just something terribly antiquated like handwriting(remember that?) sending postcards etc.See you all when I get back.

For The Weekend

For all Northern Hemispherians enjoying a heat wave.

"Let him step to the music which he hears.." Thoreau

Anyone who doesn't dance to this beat is off the dance team.

The Fairer Sex

3WW Cease Nasty Heat

She's not nasty
She's nice
She never ceases
to disarm
She can take the heat
dance to the beat
She cops it sweet
She gets what she wants
She'll love and fight you
simultaneously
She frustrates
She'll drive you crazy
She'll melt your heart
right from the start
Surrender
She is Woman

FRIENDS

POETIC BLOOMINGS prompt

Friends


My friends
are all Italian

Vivaldi
Cimarosa
Scarlatti
Marcello

Tartini
Monteverdi
Gabrielli
Corelli

They've been dead
a while
But we still
keep in touch

I'm Back

I found this video on Linda H's blog from "Poetic Bloomings"


A suitable track for re-entry into the earth's orbit. Outa space is not what it's cracked up to be.

SWAN SONG FOR DIVA

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

another one slides down the chute
poetry diva bites the dust
too much cloud surfing
not paying attention
rat a tat tat

come and cut again pud
takes over
evil bright boy
the barbed brain linguist
Lord of the Rings
commands
the sorcerer's apprentices
to stomp out with more buckets
pom pom dadada dum

'and all smiles stopped together"
silly Duchess is losing her marbles
not to plunge in with the final thrust
she just can't bring herself to do it

before I say nighty night
you might miss me
for about five minutes

just remember kiddiwinks
keep the WEBCAM and MICROPHONE
BLOCKED on your computer

someone to watch over you
night and day
might not be
what you had in mind

My Muse Sailed Away

It's three months already since
he set sail from blogosphere
to the shores of real life
never to return

Derrick thinks he is a fading memory

To the discerning, and lovers of
fine art and music, that can never
happen.Have a lovely holiday Darling
and I hope you enjoy the Chopin

Pigeon On A WIre

a little crested pigeon
flitting her tail on the wire
outside my study window
dancing to a mazurka
boy, does she love Chopin

perfect rhythm even in the
rubato section
couldn't be a coincidence
do scientists know about this?
or maybe it's just her

ST MATTHEW PASSION....GOOD FRIDAY

Listening to this at night, gazing up at the milky way in the vast Liverpool Plains reminds me that everything else is of little importance .

Three Cheers For The Paraclete

3WW


she sat on the ledge
looking out to sea
from her thinking seat
watching the waves
knead the rocks
under the melting sun

this was her place
to cleanse the cobwebs away
the oracle had told her
it was her time again
she knew it and
she meant it

WEDDING AT CANA

The help were clumsy
that afternoon dropping
plates and wine goblets
clanging and reverberating
on the tile floors

There was much laughing
and jollity and they were
getting through the
wine at a rate of knots
much like beer consumption
at a bush barbecue

The two newly weds sat
shyly and smiling at
the top table but J
detected another mood
at the table in the far corner
where the widow sat
It seemed the stone mason
had his eye on her
and it looked mutual

A feeling of great joy enveloped him
at the happiness of this gathering
He smiled at humanity at its very best
Small wonder that he loved them.
He wanted to prolong this moment.

He asked for more water and discreetly
performed his first miracle
It was equivalent to Chateau Latour
1886 vintage and he was congratulated
for leaving the best till last.

POW PROMPT 27

Maundy Thursday is the celebration of the " THE LAST SUPPER" and is the first day of Christ's Passion.

Thought this would make a good prompt for Easter week.Found this interesting snippet from a well known atheist, John Mortimer.

Yet no one can deny that the Christian belief in the supreme importance of each individual soul was a great advance on faiths which thought of slaves as soulless. The King James Bible is of extraordinary power and beauty, and subsequent cack handed translations now used in churches have reduced a work of inspired poetry to mere improbability.

Much of the literature I've valued, the art I've most enjoyed,has been produced by unquestioning Christians. Whether I'm a believer or not, I'm a part of a Christian civilisation.

The Last Supper

There was something ominous
in the air that night
A heightened bonhomie
between them all could be
perceived as a little strained

As he broke bread a few particles
seem to be suspended
fleetingly floating in mid air
before they dropped like snow flakes
to the floor

Beads of sweat suddenly trickled
down Iscariot's neck
He had been in good form that night
unusually attentive and charming company

He left the room briefly
his sandals filled with lead
so heavy he could hardly put one foot
in front of the other walking in slow motion

Gathering his repose,he steeled himself
to his resolve and practised his kissing pout
for the big occasion

PALM SUNDAY

It was a sunny day
just like today
I suppose
the crowd
waving palms
yelled for more
they did that
on both occasions
I believe

FOR THE WEEKEND

Swan Of Tuonela

3WW

It is evident
This is no illusion
The ice caps are melting
Who is responsible for this tragic turn of events
You were warned not to hurt the swan of tuonela


Please do not blame the english horn
He is sad enough already with his plaintive
haunting notes carried on the wind
whistling through the frozen ice

Lawrence Gladeview

I wrote a love poem just recently and was reminded of how difficult this is to do well. Most poets succumb to something purplish and icky, but Lawrence is an exception and does a very nice one.

He is featured in YOUNG AMERICAN POETS and other publications.
Go visit his blog Righteous Rightings
http://beatnikprose.blogspot.com
http://mediavirusmagazine.wordpress.com



Eight Deep By Noon
by Lawrence Gladeview

it is bitter cold outside
the snow is coming down in sheets,
and naked trees are bending in the howling wind

no, i don't want to get the mail,or let the dog out for that matter...

goddamn does this hot water feel good,
running down my back, hand pressed against the shower wall
the dial will not turn left any further,i wish it would

nothing feels better than this pair of sweat pants and oversized socks

except the neat bourbon my love has poured for me to drink,
while we hold hands and watch our world ice over and cripple to its knees.