Poetry Jam , Three Word Wednesday

three word wednesday



do not rupture this
harmonious melody
being a jackass

been a splendid month
like a great day at the beach
full of surprises

poetry jam



up up and away
duck boy is flying so gay
superbird attired

the suit was made to fit him
by a seamstress who sometimes hit 'im
because of his squawkin' and gawkin'
and futile attempts at dawk  fawkin'

Jottings

" Wordsworth" said Charles Lamb "one day told me that he considered Shakespeare greatly
  overrated. There is an immensity of trick in all he wrote " he said, " and people are taken in by it. I could have written as well as he did if I had had a mind."

" So you see " (proceeded Charles Lamb quietly) " it was only the mind that was wanting "

From an article Arabian Days and Nights by Miss Power.
Essays in Mosaic by Thomas Ballantyne
A book belonging to China's grandfather found today coated in dust ; also containing a receipt dated July 1903 for the deposit of 2 pounds on a block of waterfront land in Hunters Hill .No uncashed cheques unfortunately!

ghosts of relatives
are all still alive and well
in china's study

peering from  photos
scratch their heads and think what is
he doing with her?

my lot look at us
from wall frames and think what is
she doing with him? 

Spellbound

dverse, sunday scribblings,poets united


how many times
has this scene been re-enacted

rain pattering on the roof
him -snoring softly to the rhythm

her- churning thoughts around
planning scheming who knows?

she used to sleep so well
now she is getting less and less

relationships are complex matters
especially with warlocks

they cast spells
take up residence in your head

pop out from behind your cushions
spy on your toes steal your nail polish

empty your holy water bottles
the problem is you cannot get enough of them

she feels like a whale
beached on the sand stuck fast in
her unhappiness

no escape for her
she listens to the hard rain
pelting the sea gulls

For The Weekend

Country Life

it's as rough as guts
everything an expensive education
railed against

rough raw and brutal
i absolutely love it
in equitable doses

I've Got A Little List Somewhere

dverse

to find list
look in zip of handbag
if not there
look in jackets pockets
if  not there
look in large blue water urn
marked bills
if not there
look in laundry basket
remove any wallets
mobile phones
cat collars
appointment cards for
missed dental appointments
keys
passports
found there
place in secure place
(never to be found again)
if not there
write new list
in black marker
on front door
if cannot remember list
put on chill out music
lie on banana bed
under Italian umbrella
sip a nice drink
smile at the day

three word wednesday...apologise medicate derelict

i apologise
for every ill
that has befallen the world

evidently it is all my fault
for being derelict in my duty
to make everything alright

so if the weather is foul
your car has broken down
it's thursday when it should
be wednesday

if the full moon is driving
you barmy enough to medicate
you know who to blame

there is always one in every family

Mazel Tov

Theme Thursday..Passion
Poetry Jam...1985 
OLN...Dverse







she had a passion
for damaged goods and rejects
playing with fire

and then she wondered
why everything would blow up
in her lovely face
 ...............................................



nineteen eighty five
worse time of my entire life
Thank God it's over

Lord how we survive
things that have happened to us
it's miraculous

i

one hundred grand in
1985-seven
grand six years ago

i always wanted
one-good things come to those who
wait and wait and wait

 



 
 

Tanka
57577



want some crepes suzette?
no,i prefer chocolate
death by chocolate
oh i don't like violence
it's ice cream silly



she sure likes her food
terrible table manners
for a young lady
all that gurgling and slurping
would make a dinner date blanche



women of today
too forward for my liking
i prefer demure
fluttering long eye lashes
telling me sweet little lies

The School Reunion

" Not all who wander are lost"  - Tolkien


 
sunday scribblings - dverse

in the first 11
in the first 15
dux of the school
they drove vws
he - a porsche


the old boys at the school reunion
captains of industry and supreme court judges
muttered complacently amongst themselves
casting a  smug pall of sympathy
over the underachiever - a zero
following the sun with his surfboard and chick
wandering the  world rootless for most of his life

no ties, no family, nothing to boast about
the class traitor lets the side down
by turning  up in a  landrover
a thorn amongst the Bentley Continentals
tanned ,still tinged with rosy youth , charismatic

he engages in scintillating conversation
filled with hilarity and  charm
(there are still a few things money cannot buy)
the mighty ones remove their posturing
fall about with laughter remembering days gone by

when he leaves some are saddened and talk of catching up
something everyone understands will not happen
and some - are more than surprised at the emergence
of those little green envy horns
that were ever present when they were mere school boys





 

Haiku Heights

time is money a
good reason for giving it
freely and with love


some girls just have it all
she is having a good time
surrounded by men


grace kelly actress
beauty from another time
hey-look no tattoos


escape from the kids
every mother needs time out
with friends at the beach



no point in trying
to hold back time-we all get
old and we all die



once upon a time
there was a prince and a show
girl-guess what happens

For The Weekend

Collom Lune...Dverse

3 5 3

yes writing
a need to connect
with others

words and pics
escape from the world
fantasy

sometimes real
and only i know
which is which

Just Because It's Wednesday

j'avoue j'en ai bave pas vous mon amour
Avant d'avoir eu vent de vous mon amour
Ne vous deplaise en dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions, le temps d'une chanson

A votre avis qu'avons - nous vu de l'amour?
De vous a mon vous m'avez eu mon amour
Ne vous deplaise, en dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions, le temps d'une chanson

Helas, avril en vain me voue a l'amour.
J'avais envie de voir en vous cet amour
Ne vous deplaise, en dansant la javanaise
Nous nous aimions, le temps d'une chanson

La vie ne vaut d'etre vecue sans amour
Mais c'est vous qui l'avez voulu mon amour
Ne vous deplaise en dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions, le temps d'une chanson



 Poetry Jam: Three Word Wednesday: Dverse

The chanteuse is Alizee and the guitarist just in case you noticed him ladies is Jean Felix Lalanne.

Jean Felix Lalanne
{sigh}
A talent to behold
His fingertips produce  sizzling heat
Tis summer all year round
Listening  to this French man

Watching him is taking a ride
on the back of Icarus
Scorched by the sun
But who's complaining!

I would traverse the globe
for this man
Be assigned as his personal slave
assistant,poet, page turner,whatever
Pretense?

Je crois que non!

(I think not)

Haiku Heights

now that he's won her
he will toss her away like
yesterday's orange



holds her tight and close
sometimes squeezes are quite nice
from someone you love



a squeeze of lemon
with ice cubes quenches the thirst
tanqueray of course



it's time for the diet
squeezing into jeans, bad sign
no more chocolate




always squeeze the tube
from the end-it stops disputes
bathroom etiquette

Pointing The Bone

sunday scribblings
poets united




pointing the bone
means you're going to die

in just a few days
you'll be dead and on high

unless you're John Howard
thick skinned made of  bricks

the curse will be thwarted
isn't that just like the prick!

The indigenous people pointed the bone at John Howard ( former Prime Minister )in 2004. He is still alive 2013.In Australia the practice of bone pointing is still common enough that hospitals and nursing staff are trained to manage illness caused by bad spirits and bone pointing

For The Weekend

Haiku Heights

swing low all you like
tis not time - i will come
when the angel calls



i played on a swing
until i was seventeen
a late late bloomer



swing was a dance rage
i missed out on-it sure looks
like really good fun





















hula those hips babe
into a circular swing
drive the guys crazy















up down up and down
and nothing much in between
highs and oh so lows
















ha, swinging couples
suburban bores,dreary twits
thinking they are COOL

Fun At The Office

3WW  Poetry Jam and Dverse


the office dragon
triggers a chain of events
like an earthquake

best climb the tallest coconut palm
away from the flames
getting a birds eye view
of the mayhem at a safe distance

delinquent in her duties
always blaming others

she trawls for new victims
preying on hapless employees

to feed her insatiable appetite



omg it's a hairy nevus


needs an intake of fresh meat
regularly to convince herself
that she is a sentient being

hangs the old carcasses
up on a coat hook behind the office door

as trophies
to a tarnished femme  fatale
well past her use by date

Eine Kleine Philosophie

Haiku Heights



the measure of man
is courage, compassion,love
loyalty and trust

karma's measurement
evil must live with itself
for eternity




in search for the truth
diogenes took his lamp
and it was stolen

someone is lying
on the road,they step over
him and keep walking





abuse more abuse
few know how to handle it
without corruption

personal power
preachers bosses lovers friends
they all abuse it

i'm pleased to meet you
so what can you do for me?
nothing- then piss off!

connections networks
friendships no longer exist
me and mine not you

A Puzzle Poem ...Dverse

he was smitten

a spark renewed
like a strike of a match

the solitary man began to smile

she enjoyed the attention
from her new pedestal

dazzling from on high
basking in his devotion

he found himself happy for once
frolicking in flower fields




the daisies waved their petals
the bees buzzed about him like honey

out of nowhere

she hurled a boulder down
crushing him to the ground

he desperately searched for reasons
stunned shocked and wounded



the daisies and the bees knew why
they had seen it happen before

but do you?

Haiku Heights

she watched him
as he took his little
jaunt around the park

leaving a few coins
in the sand pit to delight
some children

he sat upon a swing
thinking he was alone
and quietly wept

she could not tell him
his tears were wasted
not yet





her love for him is
much more than a sand castle 
washed away by tide

For The Weekend...Psycho Killer

Howard Arkley 1951 -1999

gifted and fragile
growing up in the shadow
of baked bleak fibro
suburban sprawl for miles



a young boy finds escape
in hyper reality
a colour injection
into grey doom



creates magic from bland
mission brown lounge rooms
enters the wizard world
of coloured fruit tingles
impeccably detailed



with a stroke of the brush
the genie created treasure out of trash



all the tired train commuters
all the drivers in traffic jams
should have a "yellow house"
to brighten up their lives

as they drag themselves to the front door
collapsing on to a sofa in front of the box

yet another day in a life

w
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      s
        t
          e
             d

blighted by the ever present work
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                        s
                          y
                            c
                              h
                                 o
                                   p
                                     a
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Poor Howard



He died too young

Three Word Wednesday

driving at sunset
around Centennial Park
listening to Chopin
on Classic Drive

stark trees silhouetted
against the pink winter sky
pouring apricot tones
on to the mirror'd lake

i delay returning home
wanting to drain the last drop
from every skerrick of beauty
this moment holds

i am indignant that
i will not spoil this picture perfect
by thinking of words like stench
and flabby conjuring up images
of drunks and tom cats who haunt
the inner city slums

Moments From A Marriage

Marriage..

Haiku Heights 1, Dverse

this hung above our bed
in a white ornate frame

we were just starting out
well i was at least
life was rich with possibilities

in that lovely old home
without a street number
framed by hanging baskets of
red geraniums

the best house in that beautiful street
now demolished for a highway
just like us

no fingerprints left
a pile of dusty ashes
is all that remains