Tales From The Dark

Sijo Form


What a pity ! - life was her oyster ; before she used the wrong fork

In 1727 A Lady call Helen Morrison placed a person advertisement in the Manchester Weekly Journal . She was a lonely spinster looking for someone to share her life with. It is thought to be the very first newspaper personal advertisement. This was considered to be disturbing behaviour at the time and she was committed to a lunatic asylum for a month!





Jewish Daily Prayer For Men

Blessed are you Lord,our God, ruler of the universe who has not created me a woman.

Haiku

viewing history
i would be grateful as well
if i wore male boots


 

Sunday Scribblings

difficult to spell
difficult to understand
dodecahedron

so break it up then
dode sounds like a strangled squawk
cahedron sounds cool

dodecahedron
coming to a store near you
easy to assemble

perfect for pooch and you
avoid seasonal stress
move in for Christmas

For The Weekend

dverse...a conceit


the young fresh rose
soft petal'd and blush pink
has captured the desire
of the bruised
ardent horse stinger
knotting strands of gold
around her long elegant stem

after courtship
chaperoned by a gaggle
of black geese and hunters
she adorns white tulle and lace






pins herself to his lapel
till death do they part

Three Word Wednesday / Poetry Jam

twas inevitable
curiosity
got the better of him

could not resist
seeing what those
twittering gals
were up to
perched like doves
on a cramped ledge
absorbed in needlework

he was wary of women
strange creatures
they could unsettled him
with their never ending
resourcefulness and solidarity

grateful for some fresh air
sitting in the light
being out in the open
they form a tableau
of contentment and camaraderie

instead of peering out
from behind lace
straining eyes by kerosene lamps
hunched over in dark houses
soot on their thimbles

Spring Sonata

dverse oln

For Natasha


no one played this like you
with that freshness and sunshine only a
gifted seventeen year old can bring
bursting with talent
i remember

you threw it all away
for a conventional life of comfort
secretary house wife and mother
lacking confidence because
no one told how good you were

you must have known
they must have known
i certainly knew

when you played
i saw the serious
dark pall of jealousy
schadenfreud
cross their faces
i feared for you then

how on earth could we know back then
that a big talent constituted a threat
wrong time wrong country Natasha

ran into you a while back
said you had not played in decades
in fact had sold your violin
saw the pain flash in your eyes
then you quickly flicked the switch
back to garrulous chit chat

how many golden lights snuffed out
are lying at the bottom of the ocean
silenced never to be heard again
whilst the clanging cymbals play on

Sunday Scribblings/Poets United

the flight of the bumble bee
a constant buzzing in his head

a torture chamber of talent
transmitted through a cigarette
to his tapered beautiful fingers

flitting amongst the ash of promise
darting about the keyboard

For The Weekend

Stormy and wet here in Sydney
Great thunder and lightning show.

Haiku Heights

yes..only a man
male vanity at its best
thanks for the giggles

interesting novel
an intense struggle to fit
to belong somewhere




christmas iced mince pies
thank you Mr Kipling from
weight watchers members




yoo hoo where are you?
i need a gregory peck
to restore my faith

a lot of women
would like to thank you for your
talent and other...




thank you for free will
i don't want to be a saint
sinners enjoy life

so it's goodbye now
thank you Leo for the prompts
will miss Haiku Heights

thank you  dear bloggers
for your kind lovely comments
i wish you all well










oh calloo callay
oh frabjous day dear Leo
has a change of heart

Ode To The Harbour Bridge

dverse


you stand there
like a big
coat hanger
surveying all
around you
many choosing
to use you rather
than the tunnel
hidden underneath
the ferries
and the bobbing waves
for the daily commute
busy moving ants
on a wire
bustling back and forth
all day long
joining the north
to the south
chalk and cheese
staring brazenly
at the east
who see it
as part of a
personal possession
enjoyed from
the dining table
swimming pool
or the deck
of an expensive boat
used infrequently
spending
the rest of  the time
as a sad solitary
host to a
flock of seagulls
on its lonely mooring

A Postillion Struck By Lightning

a delightful man
the story of his childhood
a very good read

Lightning Bolt Moment...POW

 3WW: Poetry Jam: dverse
                                      

                                                        no
                                                      point
                                                    being bitter
                                              ungenerous and tight

                                        if you cannot be manipulative
                                  kindness will be mistaken for stupidity
                                    so  just  settle for being walked over
                                       used and dismissed as a half wit
                                                 it does not matter

                                          there are seven billion people
                                           floating about  on this planet

                                                  if you are lucky
                                                 you might find one
                                                  you can relate to

                                                          if not
                                               there's always a goldfish
                                        

Sunday Reflection

Haiku Heights

it is in the blood
they enjoy life to the max
at wedding parties




people smugglers
merchants in death and mayhem
with blood on their hands

Haiku Heights

there is a saying
blood is thicker than water
so is chicken soup



freedom was achieved
through blood sweat and tears by those
who lie forgotten




for some strange reason
i'm always wearing white when
i munch on blood plums

Sunday Scribblings

a siamese king
all dressed in bling
etc etc etc

gets carried away
with a governess in stays
etc etc etc

they are poles apart
but she's won his heart
etc etc etc

so if you visit bangkok
you will get a shock
etc etc etc

cos none of it really looks like this
rodgers and hammerstein were  taking the piss
etc etc etc

For the Weekend

American Sentences

 dverse

They sat in comfortable silence on the floor
not wanting to leave her

Uninvited they played with her gold thongs
as if she were not present

A soft wave of calm washed over her
bringing hope of belonging somewhere

Escape

3WW... Poetry Jam





her surrender
her despair

heightened by the
aggression and fruitless years
of trying to make things right

she finally gives up
waves the white flag
declares defeat

it is her final battle

with limited resources
she can now plan her escape

comforting herself
in the knowledge
that this time is the last time

Haiku Heights

twas around seven
the screams and smell of burnt flesh
smoked through the church walls

their ghosts are still there
the town completely untouched
we will not  forget

Childhood Revisited

dverse
poets united

arthur came to me at three
he was soft cuddly and bigger than me

he's still around somewhere in the attic
sitting quietly year in year out just static

i am going to bring him back into the fold
he can keep me warm on winter nights so cold




there will only be just him and me
under a cosy patterned quilt with puss makes three.




and woof makes four

Haiku Heights

the secret seven
a lonely child's salvation
thanks enid blyton







noddy and big ears
a couple of poofs they say
what utter nonsense





seven hills of rome
are alive with the sound of
slurping spaghetti



the seven pillars
of wisdom have the answers
no i don't think so

For The Weekend

Someday

dverse

rallentanda
slowing down

rallentanda
a recusant

rallentanda
sometimes sydneysider

rallentanda
the musician poet

rallentanda
the linguist

rallentanda
country hick

rallentanda
intrepid traveller

rallentanda
feet off the ground
head in the clouds

rallentanda
grows extra wings

rallentanda
likes taking tea

Three Word Wednesday

rosie
as a small child
was quite
the perfectionist




her father was too
much to the annoyance
and angst of her mother




opposites attract

rosie moved in with
messy insouciant laidback
undisciplined and disorganised
rodney



nag nag
moan moan
rosie criticised rodney constantly
which only exacerbated and amplified
the discord






the fighting became ferocious
and futile
so they decided to compromise
cull all of their possessions
and live in a tent



where they grew old together
and lived unhappily ever after

Poetry Jam

dverse oln

on this beautiful spring day
the sky cerulean blue
fringed by palms and purple jacaranda

i peg out the washing in my big straw hat
playing in a sea of pale green sheets
pillow slips and tea towels

i know this for sure
not even
that joyless bastard
spoiler of everything
try as he may
can ruin this moment 

Dona Nobis Pacem

Blog Blast For Peace November 2013

From little things
Big things grow





Dona nobis clean water
Donas nobis a sweet orange
Dona nobis some sincere kind words
Dona nobis a helping hand

If you think this is not a big deal
Then we inhabit different worlds
There will never be Peace

Anywhere
For
Anyone

Unless we show compassion
To our fellow man

Vale Lou Reed

Lou set sail on the day of poets ( Sunday 27th October)

Sunday Scribblings; Poets United

the nature of man
is the scorpion
the great destroyer

frogs are known
for doing favours
trusting silly  creatures

pity they can't read fables
more might still exist
alas they keep on
giving scorpions rides

a thick skin is recommended

when bitten a frog can survive
yet another day to give
yet another scorpion a ride

who most likely will be disguised
as a pretty winged dragonfly
wearing a halo

Haiku Heights

it smells like old boots
a death sentence in asia
but hey i am cool!



fizzy cold champagne
bananas in pyjamas
the grass looks greener

and so do the bananas
who've slipped into mauve wetsuits