Auf Wiedersehen

DAY 30

vell folks ve made it
congratulations to all
zest ist for the best

it's rock star season
zest for living and some fun
paint the ceiling red

poetry a day
ist not for the faint hearted
zest best learn from this

haiku ist zest great
addictive if not careful
label the bottle

insanity rules
a zest for writing poems
always leads uphill

zest ist vhat I vant
i'm chasing it all over
zest vhat i em like

das is gut zo gut
zest you ist thinking i am
german zen you're wrong

zeus zapped kids by
jagged lightning bolt to earth
zizi  zen end zest

bill and zen are not
flower pot men but zest is
and so is zizi

zest as well zis ends
i am going zapoofskiz
goodbye  for this year

For The Weekend

These are a few of my favourite things

Rock Star
Rock Star
Rock Star
Rock Star
Rock Star
Rock Star
Rock Star
Rock Star
Rock Star

Haiku Heights

DAY 29

Friendship

i gave up on it
but  i found it in you i
thank you for friendship

we are more than friends
we are more than everything
i am keeping you

when times are tres tough
i think of you and i know
you are on my side

i have never known
support like this before it
comes as quite a shock

it is autumn now
a  season to be happy
i found you at last


DAY 28

sometimes i get a
few moments of clarity
then it disappears

emotions confuse
hard to put thoughts together
with sharp clarity

the search must go on
for clarity and the truth
a journey of hope

clarity hits hard
the puzzle falls into place
we do not like it

DAY 27

temptation is scarce
when one is too discerning
the fall is harder

of such magnitude
the volcanic eruption
spews for days and days
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sometimes temptation
is worth the consequences
passionfruit peach pie
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i would go to hell
for you but God is so mean
he keeps you away
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i love temptation
it challenges my bold strength
ha, non existent
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weakness is divine
succumbing to it is great
and then you suffer

remorse and regret
set in and you wish and wish
you had not yielded

to its siren call
the sun ray has receded
it is deep dark black
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wrestling that angel
is always so difficult
it's bigger than me
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Downhill

3WW...bloody kinky tender

there was an innocent time
not that long ago
when Noddy and Big Ears
would not have been thought of as kinky
when Miss Violet Elizabeth Botts 
would have been seen as tender and sweet
rather than a  fantasy trip
for Oswin Nigel Rupert or Piers
when little gels played hopscotch
wore a pinny and ribbons
instead of a training bra and mascara
when children spent hours on end
building elaborate sand castles at the beach
digging holes to China
if a used condom floated to shore
no one would have known what it was
things have gone to the dogs
bloody shame really

" Housekeeping? "

roofie does not know housework
it is not something that features
in the exotic life of an eccentric artist
preoccupied with creativity and beauty

she does like entertaining
in her 'Topple Downs' sur mer
an untouched relic from the past

carving a way through canvases
paint pots champagne bottles sculptures
a grand piano crushed under Tenzig and Tambar
2 giant bengal green eyed cats
paint splotched antiques silver urns
fauteuils peeping from nonchalantly dispersed clutter
books here cushions there paintings everywhere
a still life masterpeice

guests (needing a map) finally locate the table
in the garden of eden tropical jungle
are served pink rose petal cream
cumquats in liqueur with streaks of raspberry
not paint ( I hope) with bubbly in fluted glass
the descent from initial prim to riotous giggles
happening in moments...a day worth remembering

Turn Back The Clock

say that it not too late
life is passion this is fate

i'm outta my mind with worry
im not waiting i'm in a hurry

my sights are only set on you
hurt,i know you'll put me through

will accept the outcome come what may
a poet's life is not a passion play

say that it's not too late for us
ah zut i've gone and missed the bus

Thrill Seeker

3 word wednesday...dependence,rumple, kept

Ride the Wave Babe
the mantra
rhythmically pounding
like bongo drums
in his head

he just kept going
kept arching forward
his hair rumpled
by the gale force wind
whistling through his ears
his heart in his mouth

that dependence on
the thrill
the thrill
the thrill
could kill

but blissing out
on the ride was
staying alive
staying alive
staying alive

For The Weekend

Into The Wild

3WW draft locate serenity

he searched for serenity
he wanted freedom

he tried to locate it
in the wonders of nature

he placed human connection
into the draft folder

he rowed down rapids
read lots of books

he talked to apples and horses
and in the end and too late

he realised it was there all along
there... in your loving embrace

Dire Straits

my muses are a treat
they love me and leave me
two have left and the third
is in high wire training

walking on a red line
for thousands of miles is
not for the faint hearted

i see him dangling
from a bright red wire
over outer Mongolia
his taut body outlined
against the green countries

he is not skilled enough
to make it all the way back
he cannot dangle there forever
he will need to sprout wings
become an angel

FOR THE WEEKEND

TANKA
5 7 5 7 7

you must come to see
the turquoise waves,white shell sand
the great ancient plains
and then we'll fly to the east
wear sarongs and watch legong

Duck For Dinner

3WW...growl hype justify

He growled at her
She knew she would not
be spared his rage
None of the hype and
rhetoric could justify
his insults
It was her turn
to be served up
like roast duck
on a platter