Sunday Scribblings

red hot pokers
dazzling and dramatic
summer flowers
flushed with rage
in need of a calm embrace
from a dogwood branch
in full soft spring bloom
cherry pink and white

September Heights

the path is not straight
as long as you are close by
i'll ride out the storm

For The Weekend

September Heights

'my little shadow'
my mother's name for me when
i was very young





silly pillow talk
what are you wearing indeed
a modern courtship




they have each other
no amount of cash or gold
is a substitute

Dolly 3ww

nonchalant earthy
or even grotesque perhaps
depends on your taste

cosmetic surgery
not always an enhancement
age continues to peep through
botox incisions and cuts

September Heights

nelson mandela
he is the salt of the earth
may God protect him

crap for the masses
a den of iniquity
fifty shades of grey

For The Weekend

Just because I'm happy
Just because it's Spring
Just because the weather is beautiful
Just because I'm going on hols
Just because I have a boy who likes me
No, not an American boy

September Heights

striving to stay sane
this world a pressure cooker
exploding with strife




have not got a clue
what comes first chicken or egg
philosophy game





her favourite day
sunday sleeping all morning
cat wakes her for food



messing 'bout in boats
lovely sunday thing to do
life is not so bad

odd bod nice  couple
rowing  their boat through a life
just paddling away



elegance in black
a quiet early morning
the city asleep




'do unto others...'
great idea for life,just don't
expect it to work

man will take and take
self obsessed  ungenerous
nature of the beast




my black labrador
framed by a buttercup field
the best dog ever

Budgie Smuggler

poetry jam,3ww,dverse





he is not handsome or easygoing
the fact is he is wooden and thick



what a battle it is going to be
for the gals




to keep their hands to themselves




power seems to be an aphrodisiac
this is a guy who normally would be
running last in any race



A MESSAGE TO AUSTRALIANS
if anyone is still breathing out there
you too can be Prime Minister

Rainy Monday

dverse





it's raining
taking today off
staying in bed

phone off
looking out
onto the terrace roofs

brunch in bed
pineapple juice and coffee
raindrops on the window

branches softly waving
against a grey sky
luxuriating in laziness

a time for gazing out
marvelling at the drips
running down the windows

water ballet on glass
daydreaming
nice

For The Weekend

dverse

satin piano chords
silky 7ths and 9ths
an intro to
amy

amy winehouse
a cool rattle
of ice cubes
with a gravel twist

a young diva delivering
a song shining
backlit by mr smooth
at the keyboard

a  jazz angel warbling
a whirlpool of fizz
rolling round
in a champagne flute

fragile  fucked amy
brilliant big haired amy
touching your soul
with a  dark feather torn
from her young black wings

amy
drowning
in noxious  substances
the unravelling rope
slipping from her grasp
sinking
into the silent deep
too soon

talented tattoo'd amy
you needed
'someone to watch over you'

we all do  lovely
 

September Heights

small yellow lilies
mouths open waiting for food
chirping and tweeting




what has he done now
each newspaper i open
feels like fish and chips





samba and rumba
carnivale in brazil
hasta la vista




a great piece for kids
"Carnaval des Animaux"
by Camille Saint-Saens




a wilted carrot
these foolish things remind me
... of you!


sunday scribblings




useful connections
the currency of friendship
a hollow concept




cry me a river
cried a river over you
from you, not a tear




sunday afternoon
canoeing down a river
nice way to relax




breaking a mirror
brings you seven years bad luck
a superstition

what about a heart
breaking a heart brings bad luck
bad karma for some

It Feels Like Friday

The Call

poetry jam: 3WW: dverse:

she called
he answered
she talked rubbish
she said she had to go
she then got into bed
covered herself with
a thousand duvets
and willed herself
to melt and disappear
into the mattress springs

the thought of losing
yet another relationship
because of some blunder
or faux pas on her part
made her cringe
with embarrassment
tearing at her fragile mind

she tended to digress
flitter and flutter
from topic to topic
nervously twitching
her transparent wings
to hide her fear
doing her best to put at bay
her perceived inevitable fate

being superceded
by a  prettier butterfly
not yet pinned to a board

September Heights

he went for a swim
all the water turned holy
bottled and sold it





traditions are fine
though some are ridiculous
morris dancing (cringe)





traditions die hard
song lines and dream time stories
poetry of life




the devils kitchen
tasmanian tourist spot
why is it called that?





goodbye was so hard
time cures all,well so they say
i am still waiting



sunday scribblings

they don't look like much
but they remind me of me
and this makes me sad



sunday scribblings

a beautiful load
but a load nevertheless
spring's just a season



she smiles with delight
a garland wreath in her hair
a special spring day

picasso's white dove
the famous symbol of peace
risible really

peace does not exist
the world is always at war
in some place somewhere

from the beginning
violence has existed
a human blemish

cain killing abel
started the ball rolling,since
then it has not stopped

For The Weekend

Riddle

dverse

he has great legs
is clever and talented
has winning ways
loves adventure
is fond of crazy people
does not like red dragons
who use jonquils as spears
all the gals love him
one wants to whisk  him away
to a tropical island with her
it is worth throwing a party
even if he is the only one
who shows up

September Heights

good name for a scotch
one would have to drink a lot
to survive teaching

Just Because It Feels Like Friday

poetry jam: 3ww

chewing a wad of gum
spitting it out with disgust
at the sound of the police siren
pouting at the copper
to explain the rust bucket
might just work

September Heights

not everybody
looks this good in ballet tights
Baryshnikov does




shades of boarding school
shepherds pie called dead nuns pie
charming little gels






i wait for silver
to brighten the dark dark clouds
it can't come too soon

i almost forgot
it is my nana's birthday
she's gold and silver



position vacant
wanted: guardian angel
cos mine has left me