For The Weekend

Charlotte Dawson 1966 - 2014

Midweek motif poets united
dverse

charlotte

a successful celebrity
battling depression
trying to stave off
the inevitable aging process

the heroine
taking a cudgel to twitter trolls
and online bullies

caring for her friends
putting their needs first

forever the cheerful
laughing party glamour gal
died alone at 47 last weekend

if only she had meant enough
to somebody who would put her first
since her death she has been overwhelmed
with messages of love and support

Haiku Heaven 8

Three Word Wednesday 



beauty and the beast
handsome is as handsome does
shame-it's not like that



ok in China
slurp - bad manners in the west
fraid it's a no no




i have not aspired
to greatness - i just want to
get through life somehow

Anna Karenina

poetry jam
dverse oln
 
thoughts on a train ride

poor Anna

all the yearning
all the exquisite pain
blissful melting moments
teetering
on the brink of paradise

all the missing you
missing you
clickety clack
missing you
clickety clack
clickety clack

this grand passion
was it worth it?

death by torture
ending up
wearing a train as a hat

Haiku Horizons

Hosted by oneofaclass every Sunday.
prompt word "first"



at first it looks drunk
bruised eyes a larrikin bird
chattering away



at first he was nice
then he became too grumpy
it's time he retired




he takes up a sport
this is how he spends his time
in his retirement





dodo's retiring
let's throw a party and not
invite stephen fry

unless you want to doddles...it's your party and you can cry if you want to:)











a surprise party
a first- rall comes out of cake
farewelling doddles


 

retirement pressie
to keep you grassed and grounded
enjoy your  cool thongs

Haiku Heaven 5

prompt word : secrets



the matador crouched
let me tell you a secret
i don't want to die



what are you saying?
you want to tell me secrets?
is your name Snowdon?




the secrets of life
truth about humanity
forewarned is forearmed




titter twitter what?
tittle tattle oh really!
he what?Oh My God !






a pic of milk beach
sydney's best kept secret spot
until now of course




psst here's a secret
you are adopted,my mum
told her friend at lunch

For The Weekend

Mid Week Bossa Nova Bop

Haiku Heaven 4

prompt word " Russia"

poetry jam





can't see the magic?
then you are dead already
just not plot bound yet:)

Russians rule the ice
weaving and gliding - sheer joy
to watch these dancers

he so elegant
a tall man in uniform
i want to be her

speed and triple jumps
inflamed hot passion on ice
waltz time wonderment

poets united


watch out for this guy
he may be a giggle now
might sober up later on

history of sorrow
russia is always in pain
things will change one day

not easy for them
ex k.g.b commissar
unopposed leader

three word wednesday


no vodka for me
i have to get into shape
for cossack dancing

insatiable
my appetite for vodka
drives me quite feral

alcohol abuse
is rampant throughout russia
lives ripped into shreds




cool Russian soldiers
love wild cossack dancing for
exercise and fun



russian cops groovin'
aussie cop's choir is non
existent-pity!

audience looks bored
western decadence does not
do it for ruskis

Bitter Sweet

short and maybe not so sweet love poetry for dverse

to know know know him
is to love love love him
sadly i do
i don't want to
but i really do

Anyone For Crambo?

The English call it Crambo. The French called it Bouts - Rimes.






Ron Padgett's  rhymes for bouts - rimes.
Teachers and Writers Handbook Of Poetic Forms. 2nd ed.

tanned, jump, fanned, lump, reading, lawn, misleading, yawn ,yo-yo ,death, no-no, breath, France pants





a sonnet  for dverse

sun spots and cancer,forget being tanned
white skin it is, fashion - take a big jump

will lie in shade under palm fronds green fanned
exercise more or turn into a lump

will take up new hobby called speed reading
get up early  to mow weeds and the lawn

set  all things straight and not be misleading
pay attention in lectures, smile not yawn

stop bouncing around like a crack-ed yo-yo
think seriously of topics like death

keep views to one's self,opinions a no-no
forget bigots, don't bother, save your breath

treat yourself to a holiday in France
waist band bursts - Ah, fine French food and tight pants

For The Weekend

Haiku Heaven 3

word for prompt: CUSTOM




my first valentine
roses in many a year
things are looking up




technology rules
communication is not
what it used to be




breaking of the glass
jewish wedding tradition
l'chaim mazel tov




no guns or sabres
hiding up our sleeves so we
shake hands to prove it



achoo God bless you
we say to protect you from
the bubonic plague



facebook valentine
love in the virtual world
unreal surreal

Marmalade Heart

Poets United
Midweek Motif


she lost her heart  a while ago
to an indifferent  chef
it got buried in a mush marmalade
which blew up in a microwave




if she finds it again
she resolves  to take better care of it
not throw it away
like ripped confetti
in a ticker tape parade



present it perhaps
carefully gift wrapped
to a serious philosopher
a Plato or Descartes



who can ponder epistemology
and who may well conclude
like the chef
elle n'existe pas

For Alice

Alice Dancing On a Californian Beach

Tuesday Haiku Heaven 2

ALSO FOR
dverse oln
poetry jam....dandelion
3ww....unkempt ghastly cruel





a dandelion
the French call it pis en lit
means piss in the bed

unkempt ghastly plant
cruel invasive weed the leaves
a diuretic

HAIKU HEAVEN
the prompt word for Haiku Heaven is visual





a beautiful child
one you want to kiss and hug
who would have thought it






hmm 16 + 9
does not look like 25
you can't judge by looks









it looks so pretty
kills millions of us each year
need to find a cure

Shark

there is no shark net
so we take a risk swimming
this guy was lucky

just went right on by
wonder how many times this
has happened to me

Sunday Afternoon At The Cove

 dverse: poets united

orange purple white and green
a striped awning over the kiosk
flaps in the light breeze
against a backdrop
of electric blue plumbago and
red hibiscus
growing behind the low sandstone wall
convict pick marks still visible

on shell white sand
dotted with bright umbrellas
striped deck chairs
bodies of all colours
shapes and sizes
strewn over the beach
adorable little tots
in bright pink plastic sun specs
with minature boards
gambol and frolic
on the waters edge

a birthday party is happening
with bottles of champagne
plates of summer fruits
prawns and cold chicken
on a swanky boat moored  too
close to the shore

squealing tanned blondes
with rockmelon boob jobs
in micro bikinis dive off the deck
china pretends not to notice
and in wet suits
we swim out into the
sun's reflection
patterned and wavy on the crystal clear water
two figures bathed in gold 

Haiku Heaven 1

Word for Saturday February 8   "  hole "

Everyone is welcome
Please leave a link in the comment section if you
are joining in writing a haiku based on the prompt. Cheers.




too many die here
diving straight in ,not thinking
happens too often




a hole in the heart
one can be born with it or
one can acquire it




sun spots sun death rays
there's a hole in the ozone
and who put it there

For The Weekend

dverse

MY CHAIR

To be sung to the above Platters Song  " My Prayer"

when the twilight is gone
and no song birds are singing
when the twilight is gone
time for  evening to start
and here comes the part
where i sit and stare
saying  a prayer in my chair

my chair
i flop into - great view
at the end of the day
by the ocean so blue

my chair
in my lounge room so vast
with the world far away
in my white plastic chair

tonight
i will sit  - drink in hand
o pressing my toes
on the very wet sand

my chair
all i own mine to give
have no home have no things
for as long as i live
i will always be there
at the end of my chair

Love

poets united


three little words
some ache to hear
some never hear
some hear all the time

three little words
commonplace diminished
words just words
tossed about like confetti

the power of  love
can never be contained in words
expressed in words alone

The Talented Mr Hoffman

 Phillip Seymour Hoffmann 1967 - 2014



POETRY JAM
THREE WORD WEDNESDAY
DVERSE OLN





you died
passive pose
a needle
in your arm

in tears of grief

a great talent
we wont see again
lost to us

dear Lord we leave thee

the pain
accelerated
drove you
to blanket  the flames

hearts cry to thee

with white poppy powder
a  rogue fuel -lethal potential
igniting a raging inferno

O Saviour dear

Rest thou softly -  softly here

no way to die
no way to live
may you now
rest at last
rest in peace

Rest thou softly -softly here