For The Weekend

 dverse

Pardelle

A pardelle is a complicated form created by Billy Collins as a parody on form.

not a one note samba
not a one note samba
breathy raspy and sour
breathy raspy and sour
not one raspy note
a breathy and sour samba

it will take a while
it will take a while
piaf would laugh
piaf would laugh
it would laugh
piaf will take a while

patience with discipline
patience with discipline
no i regret nothing
no i regret nothing
i no nothing with regret
patience discipline





i will laugh a while
with  a raspy discipline 
it would take no patience
piaf regrets nothing
not one breathy take
and sour note samba

Tartuffe

3WW

lucky me
tickets are free
to Moliere's farce Tartuffe
literature's famous hypocrite
glistening with satire
comedy and raunchy escapades

Captain Weird

poetry jam

captain weird
always knew that there was
safety in ordinariness conformity
and a picture perfect life

he had compiled a beautiful
suburban album
a glowing testament to
the my life is great
much better than yours badge

a clever cover
with the usual trappings and accoutrements
after years of self deception
he had lost his ability to  fly

life became a blurred vision view'd
through the bottom of a wine glass
the most exciting thing
he could manage nowadays
was a fantasy in an office chair

harmless enough i  suppose
as long as there is a strong bolt
on the gun locker
and the kitchen knives locked away

Boycott

poets united

Ukranian women are being encouraged to wear these t shirts as a protest against the Russians.The message is a sex ban: Don't give it to the Russians.



if you have a russian boyfriend
it's time for him to go
winter's coming shortly
he'll have to sleep  in the snow



no more sex for ruski boys
we are not cute ukranian toys
lysistrata did it right
in the end she won outright



you've got to hand it to those greeks
they came up with extraordinary feats

Taken For A Ride

dverse


i'm riding pillion
on his bike
my hands around his waist
the sun is out
the fields are green
we laugh and joke and race
then all at once
the sky turns black
and terror fills the space
when suddenly i realise
i've never seen his face

Vincent

Madison Moore Painting


if vincent had a girlfriend
his room would look like this
with comfortable soft touches
his ear in tact o bliss

Haiku Horizons

radiant beauty
clear skin big eyes cherry lips
winning formula



not easy to think
clearly with inflamed passion
best keep a cool head



i wish i were there
swimming in the clear water
on a greek island



delusion is grand
till a reality check
makes everything clear

On Pondering Ice

in front of the fire
i ponder the wrinkles
in my tights
and think upon my knees

to ski or not to ski
that is
the annual question
maybe next year
the inevitable reply

kneez
kneez
not made
for genuflecting anymore
or for bending

benz ze knees
keep zoze tipz togezer
says  happy hans 
his cuckoo clock ski instructions
rooted in red geranium stocks

cold
a bitter wind
blows off the snow





hell no
i will settle for
warmth and sun
an embrace from the tropics
even lorca's violet mosquitoes

the pristine snow
is welcome
to the majestic mountain
with its  cruel blue shards of  ice
i will never see it again

Recuerda Mi Corazon

bed is too cosy
hard to get out in winter
warm dreams in duvets



the russians say that
friendships are a dark forest
they know of these things



the heart of the home
funky and unpretentious
artist's bold kitchen




lights glimmer through trees
last summer at red leaf pool
some nice memories



swimming pool comes first
question of priorities
you don't need a house

Double Decker Bus

For The Weekend

Because It's Not The Weekend

poets united: 3ww


when faced with the choice
watching the tour de france
or
watching
a floating plastic bag wafting in the breeze
to the beatles sound track of a depressingly good
but reality spiked movie
about the misery soaked suburban lie

i chose to write

until i saw the given words
profane quarrelsome liberal

decided

to place them
in the cabinet marked
toxic waste
take a hot bubble bath
sprinkle myself with
talc violet thoughts
and
wait for spring

Treasure

poetry jam

she hides her wound away
he knows it is still raw
he picks her an hibiscus flower
and leaves it at her door

this tropical exotic treasure
its face all pink striped red
a symbol of joy and loveliness
the best thing since sliced bread

he makes her cups of tea
rubs smooth her little feet
and says" don't worry petal pops
the world is full of creeps

you don't know what it's like
it's full of trash out there
if you had a normal life or job
you'd pass away i swear "

Haiku Horizons

the contented cow
is not really contented
she knows she's rump steak





50 shades of grey
soft porn content for morons
now called "mommy porn"



good God- what is this?
the contents floating in this
coffee look quite odd

RIP

this is my special place
where i walk
when i am happy
when i am sad
when i feel lonely

i have no reason to feel sorry
for myself or to be sad
my woes are  nothing
in the scheme of things

i feel sad for those poor  souls
blown out of the sky in seconds
flying souls so young
never knowing a complete life
older couples taking the dream holiday
doctors en route to an aids conference
and sister philomena

sister philomena
of  the sacred heart convent rose bay
who will be missed by her girls
whose kindness will illuminate
the night sky in the heavens

i am lucky
i am alive
they are all dead
there is only space for light and love
in my secret glade
in its beautiful solitariness

may they all rest in peace
Requiem aeternam dona eis Domine: lux perpetua luceat eis 





Malaysian Airline MH17 was shot down by terrorists on Friday killing everyone on board. .29 were Australians.I knew one of them.

For The Weekend

Three Word Wednesday...Haibun

nocturnal fraught honorable

The internet is fraught with danger. You could wake up one day and find your text messages published on FB and on a blog. It happens.
There is no way you can really know a person you have not physically encountered in spite of the length and frequency of the communication, their societal status, profession or age.It would never occur to honorable and decent people that anyone they associated with would behave like this.The feeling of devastation is comparable to leaving your personal details and possessions with a trusted friend and you discover when you return from your holidays that everything has gone. It is as devastating as that I imagine.I don't know how often this happens.On the net you just never know until it happens to you.And of course you think it can never happen to you because caring Grandpas are safe and can be trusted. Am I having nocturnal tremors? NO. Am I sickened by my poor judgement YES !

watch out for strangers
you never  know who they are
or what they can do

Deadly

pu..midweek motif



here's a substitute
for a bottle opener
lazy snake charmer



i know i am cute
but not completely stupid
bugger off creepy





this is not working
thank God..sleeping snake syndrome
where are my ear plugs?

Unexpected

poetry jam

on a sunny afternoon
she pegged the washing out
when a bitter wind blew up from the south
and ripped her clothes about

she stood in shock without her frock
all naked to the world
and then she thought
i don't give a stuff
that's me and ferme ta gueule

The Medusa

 Medusa by Caravaggio


Herrick's Stanza Form


Athena

she destroyed medusa's beauty
snakes were placed in her hair
raped by poseidon, to cruel gaze


she turned them to stone  -hey stare!
hated
then humiliated
unfazed
by imminent defeat
head lopped , perseus's duty
discharged, in a heart beat


Perseus Beheads Medusa

Tanka

medusa was raped
by poseidon in temple
athena blamed her
turned her into a monster
put snakes in her lovely hair





women were scapegoats
for everything that went wrong
in everyone's lives
twenty first century and
not too much has changed really

Road Rage

HAIKU HORIZONS



missing kitchen stuff
it is driving her crazy
she's looked everywhere





i'm driving my car
so get out of the fast lane
or take a bullet



dog's face says it all
granny's at the wheel again
crossing all the paws

Lightning

carpe diem haiku kai

an enraged demon
swift and deadly is its strike
sometimes it misses

sometimes it misses
sometimes you can be lucky
close your eyes and ears

Toads In The Garden

Grapeling's Words for Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads
fresh burst defy  exchange customary 

the fresh sun burst  of a juicy orange
defies comparison as
a customary breakfast experience

combined with an exchange
of sleepy glances over coffee
it's a nice start to the day

For The Weekend

Midweek Motif: Poets United

i say unto you peter
upon this rock
i will build my church
the gates of hell
shall not prevail against it
and i will give to thee
the keys of the kingdom of heaven

Matthew 16:19

and
they said no
and we said
yes
and there were
wars
and burnings at the stake
we are right
no
you are wrong
and we still are fighting
over
who is right
and then
the liberals came along
and said
you are both wrong
there is no God
we want a secular world
we believe in Kim Kardashian's arse

Three Word Wednesday

WANTED: GOOD HOME FOR UNUSUAL PET


a little eerie
wears translucent transparent
disguise

responds to three languages
if in the mood

howls to the moon
in the key of Eb minor

refuses to eat dog food

too neurotic to be a guard dog

deals with difficult situations
by attempting to disappear

good...i'll take him
just my kind of pet
we'll get along fine

Haibun

Poetry Jam

My heart breaks when I see this photo. I don't see it as a tourist photo opportunity. I have seen so much suffering that  I can never comfortably fit back into my own space again.Neither can I fit into theirs. The only space I fit now,is the one between my ears. Maybe Kim Kardashian could donate a new photo of her arse to this poor chap and then not only could he buy a vehicle, but  would be able to support his entire village.  Sometimes I feel ashamed to be alive.

we live in a world
obscene and unjust,controlled
by mammon and vice


becak

They made them race in the scorching sun. I remember the sweat, the throbbing veins
as I watched the riders doubled over in agony as they stopped to the hearty guffaws of their fat white tourist passengers presenting them with a few dollars for their entertainment. As a Christian I could have asked God to forgive them As a pc person I could have argued their unacceptable behaviour. Instead, as a bush sheila , a tirade of abuse was hurled at them with such potency that I'm sure the earth stood still for a second, resulting in the zip sound of the reopening of wallets
and the whoosh of departing dollar notes to the victims.

departing dollars
are the only loss and pain
most westerners feel