For The Weekend

L'Hirondelle

Une hirondelle
fait le printemps
son coeur chante

one swallow
does make a spring
his heart is singing

Heaven

pitter patter
rain drops fall
music on a tin roof

Moon

the moon princess
drapes her kimono
over a cloud

she hides
from the twinkle star
behind blossoms

They shoot horses don't they ?

high spirited creature
they tried to break it
flogging and thrashing
drawing blood trying to
cripple it but nothing worked
some horses cannot be broken
so they lurked in the shadows
caught it unawares
shot it stone dead
buried it on all hallows eve
then talked of peace and love
and the horrors of war

Departed Souls

carpe diem

g and t
with a dash of summer
we miss you ruth

always summer
at rosie's place
two lovelies gone

One Of A KInd

 carpe diem

o for joy
our first  blossom
in the german spring

Matthew MacDonald an Australian bass player is the first Australian ever to be made a Principal in the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, the finest in the world.

Carpe Diem

franciscan monks
blessing the animals
lovely tradition




A few weeks ago I attended a Blessing of the animals at a Franciscan Church . I took these photos. Lovely day.

Waltz Wave Form

imaginary garden with real toads
Form: 1212 3212 34321 232 121



                                                                      a
                                                              rogue wave
                                                                      is
                                                                breaking

                                                                tsunami
                                                                 roaring
                                                                      in
                                                                  daylight

                                                                destructive
                                                           waltzing monster

                                                                poseidon's
                                                                  children
                                                                     play

                                                                  causing
                                                                  suffering
                                                                  mayhem

                                                                     God
                                                                   hear his
                                                                    prayer

Sunday Afternoon In Spring

haiku horizons





walking along the lane to clovelly for a swim
picking scented geraniums and hibiscus
hearing the pounding of the waves in the distance
salt spray in the air -seafood  night tonight
life does not get much better

in a place like this
it would be hard to deny
God's generosity

hope springs eternal
and has certainly blossomed
this year in our spring

Haiku For Kerouac

frere iacques
dormez -  vous
night cap coming up

her kisses
stained with cherry brandy
combo carnal cocktail

on the road
those who wander
can get lost

sun ray peeks
through darkened curtain
awaking a hangover
 
hitching a ride
on a freight train
to nowhere

hot summer night
tickling his thigh
a false eyelash

For The Weekend

Adieu Vladivostock

a trotskyite dream
train ride to the pacific
adieu vladivostock

Sugar and Spice

her mother found her
in the marigolds, her brother
in the cabbage patch

hands joined in prayer
a necklace of marigolds
scent of sandalwood

Carpe Diem Special

what can i say
words are not enough
music says it all

Childhood On A Beach

the day begins
arms and legs coated
with mousse suntan lotion
(still a treasured summer scent)
white zinc smeared on nose and cheeks
railing defensive against having
to wear a hat

armed with buckets and spades
beach sproglets set about
building sand castles
moats and dams
with sticks and shells

digging holes to china
playing out quick sand dramas
food for  needy fertile imaginations
in a sea of coloured beach umbrellas
surf planes and beach balls

running from the breakers
as they hit the shore
high pitched squeals and  hilarity
puncture the air
a music that only little popettes
can produce

lunch time

salad sandwiches
on fresh soft white bread
stained with purple beetroot 
fanta ice blocks
chocolate paddlepops
sheer summer bliss

the sun is setting

time to go home
enough stuff
for an antarctic expedition
is gathered together
as we pile into the car

Spooky Time At Carpe Diem

freaky and creepy
andy warhol look alike
disordered dog fan

Release

outpouring of words
feelings released from a soul
haiku poetry

Sticks And River Stones

in a desert land
stones from rivers far away
muttering dark tales
(magical mystery teacher)

unfurling skull and cross bones
block your ears and keep singing

Cut Toes

river stones
caressed by flowing water
pale moon shines (Becca Givens)

just enough light to reveal
the serrated edge on some

Haiku Horizons

 i do
released from my vows now
i don't

Lighthouse

rough seas ahead
giant waves techno lit
mountains of terror

Precision

precision
a drop of water
on a petal

the divine
mysterious ways
at work

Tea For Two

carpe diem

tea for two
she likes hers with lemon
morning love

For The Weekend

Coonabarabran Skies

how's this for magic
the milky way at Coona
close enough to touch

vast empty outback
expanses of  bright sparkles
space space  and more space

the music rings out
the italian priest blesses
the liverpool  plains

This poem is supposed to be read in conjunction with the music of the above post." For The Weekend " I live near Coona for some of the time and the skies are famous for their luminosity and brilliance. Looking up at the milky way to the strains of Vivaldi is an incomparable experience.  You would have to be a hard hearted atheist without a soul not to be moved to thoughts of a Superior Being by an experience like this.
Dominus vobiscum !

Scavenger

waiting for the worm
scrounging the compost
spider strikes   

Merpati

A prompt by KP at Carpe Diem.




merpati
flying together
kasih ketut

Greasy Palms

who murdered the old tree
at 585 New South Head Rd Rose Bay?

cannot imagine (snigger )
with the tree blocking out
some of the harbour view
across the road
providing shade and aesthetics

it cost millions to breathe
the air in this beautiful
location studded with extraordinarily ugly
tasteless expensive architecture

does the council hope to shame
the persons concerned into owning up?
( LOL )

but not concerned enough to erect a structure
(as they do in Byron Bay)
to replace the poisoned tree
being only removed
when the newly planted replacement tree
reaches the height and expanse of the original tree

 very effective solution
even the mega rich with their preference
for only one tree  - the greased palm
would prefer  an existing tree
to a structure of  shade cloth

Bush Grave

far from the madding crowd
here in the mudgee bush
surrounded by scribbly gums
shading the graves from the sun
no one has visited in a long time

peaceful and overgrown
nothing clipped or trimmed
the trees forever watch over
the sleeping spirits

i am reminded that no matter
how  intensely gifted we are
this is our end
to rot and dissipate to dust

and in this silent serenity
i am also reminded
of how short our stay is
of what really matters
of how hard it is to find
of how intent you were
on throwing it away
of how we are now
already dead to each other

The Pugilist

shirtfronting putin
ocker leader thumps his chest
like a jungle drum


the warrior games
two louts evenly matched
world leaders - a joke




come to think of it
i don't like mad monk's chances
if bear hugged by vlad
budgie smugglers will not help
well i hope not anyway

*Tony Abbot the Australian Prime Minister is known as the mad monk. He was studying for the priesthood when he  had a vision of how  important , rich and useful (ha ha ha ) he could be to the community ... so he left. All the Aussie Catholics are extremely grateful! Deo Gratias !

Treasures

a biscuit tin lid
of a far away country
holding pens and dreams

Skylark

coloratura
la stupenda rings her bells
crystal clear top notes

Lemongrass Mix

a lemongrass mix
supercozi zoomacca
fire under my skin

Haiku Drums On The Horizon

hear another beat
march to a different drum
be prepared for strife



it is well worth it
the music is much better
laced with laughs and smiles

Freedom

Shibu Sonome

dogs howling
at the sound of leaves
storm on the way






Malala Yousafzai ...Nobel Peace Prize Winner


shot like a dog
for wanting to learn
evil does not last

Carpe Diem

oliana - blog - traces of the soul

Oliana's Tan Renga

power driven fowl
in rays of a setting sun
flies home 

his heart sank at the airport
he did not want her to go

For The Weekend

Moveable Feast


at 28
ravel composed this
at 28
i learnt to ride a bike

at 28
his music took up residence
in my blood stream
a flurry of stringendo
quivering quavers

at 28
it never occurred to me
that life was not viewed
as a merchant and ivory
film production with a musical score

at 28
i had no understanding
of anything
an alien newly arrived
from the moon

at 28
there were
lots of lunches
telephone chats
dinner parties
there was time
a slower pace
it was safe

at 28
there was no
possibility of
children
holding up severed heads
at tea time

at 28
architectural design
had not reached the
advanced stage
of an  ensuite
without a door
nostalgie de la boue

at  28
there was no concept
that any of us
would live in
a world like this one

so i don't
and i wont

Carpe Diem

video nicked from Cro at " Magnons Meanderings" blog

falling autumn rain
artist goes mushroom picking
a wet paradise

Kigo

moonlight tonight
waves lapping at my feet
wind tangling my hair

Haiga Haiku

a cherry bloom spray
pink scented blossoms
primavera

Kigo

fresh as autumn rain
white crysanthemums line graves
absent mothers sigh


Our Mothers Day is in Autumn (May)
White crysanthemum is the Mothers Day Flower
down under !

Cosy Fireside Reading

if i were you
i would explore
the possibility
of being someone else
start
by reading the above book


if i were you
i would explore
the concept of ethics
by adopting a moral code
not too supple or flexible
one that has defined boundaries




if i were you
i would explore reasons
for not using
your professional training
to  exploit the vulnerabilities
of potential victims to feed
your arrogance and narcissism






if i were you
i would explore other ways of using your technical prowess
instead of  gathering private and personal information
on  internet users who spark your interest
recognise your crude portrayal of women
as misogyny and face your demons

if i were you
i would not write a poem like this
for fear of toppling the apple cart
and having it fall on me

maybe if i were you
everything would be easier
but then i wouldn't be me

Rule Britannia

an englishman's home
is his castle - his best friend
a dog called baldrick

Haiku Horizons

Priorities

why is the sky blue?
i should find out but i just
don't have enough time




Pie In The Sky

no one believes me
they said it is pie in the sky
that's what i said too



Sky Writing


her message was clear
skywriting is emphatic
the answer is NO




Up Up And Away

big mistake Lois
Clark failed his license flying
with sky passengers

Nocturne

carpe diem

balmy night fragrance
honey suckle and jasmine
sand still in my toes

Butterfly

a shy flutterby
sweet unassuming beauty
clings to her rose bud

Tan Renga

Mark Redfearn's Haiku

a single sunbeam
scribbling runes on fallen leaves
autumn graffiti

a colour riot far north
while antipodeans surf

Brain

petrified in stone
a giant brain dislodged
someone left it behind

Spear Flowers

spear flower berries
crushed in her slender fingers
a wet blood red stain