Saturday

BJ's Shadorma and Beyond  353/375
Mindlove'smisery Menangerie



shrieks and squeals
king tides giant waves
what great fun

young and old
flounder in salted white froth
everyone's smiling


home at last
the cricket chirrups
in the dark


bricks still warm
mint and basil scent the night's
potato salad

For The Weekend

FRIDAY


driving home
through the park
orange sunset
roof down
this playing on the radio
the back seat laden with
bunches of purple sweet william
a box of mangoes and pineapples
all on special
drinks and nibblies night
i can't stop smiling
wish you were here

January King Tides

vivid dreams
brought on by king tide waves
same  thing every year

Kitchen Hand

Susan's Mid Week Motif


mr singh was very exact
drove mrs singh crazy
with his measuring tack

oh goodness ravi
we'll be here all night
put away the compass
or i'll go on strike

she huffed and puffed
and said OK
if you don't stop now
I'll be up and away

so in the kitchen
now smiling alone
mr singh chopped onions
in his sweet little home

diamonds and rounds
in small structured shapes
if only he  remembered
where his wife put the plates

Internet Romance


How can I tell her we are both just stencils !


oh darling jane
will our love survive
when it starts to rain
and the paint's not dry

we'll both end up
as a smear on a wall
and then you'll discover
i wasn't tall after all

Sunday Painter

three word wednesday


a very nice water colour
demonstrating talent
no doubt someone
who had a sense
of colour and design
a certain sensitivity






this may come as a surprise
the artist was one of the
most powerful depraved
cold mass murderers
in the history of the world




loves dogs and art
the world's great mass murderer
two sides of the coin

Heeding Haiku With HA

Shades Of Kerouac


 Jack Kerouac


mindlovemisery's menagerie

his eyes on fire
over the moon to see her again
she'd forgotten his name

looking out the window
on a moonlit night
he watches the break - in

she hugs her pillow
eyes shut tight she prays
to forget him

double malt
the clink of ice cubes
his favourite music 

Not The Spanish Armada

carpe diem haiku hai

a strong sea breeze
plays amongst skirts
not the spanish armada

AUSTRALIA DAY JANUARY 26

the first australians
they play didgeridoo
they understand dream time

nomads dispossessed
their land gone
their culture erased

the sailing ship
landing at camp cove changed
their lives forever





26th January 1788 Camp Cove Sydney

Sharks On the Haiku Horizon

play nicely folks
you could be mistaken
for sharks



playing the organ
overwhelming experience
for miss pommeroy



bugger off !
go play in the quick sand pit
on the island

Comparative Education

miss chan
does not miss a beat
chinese wisdom

For The Weekend

starting out

a time of freedom 
the road ahead seemed
so long so long


blue jean lady
will sing her song
even in the wilderness

she is singing for you
hold me closer tiny dancer
you are  home

John Galliano - Haute Couture

high priest and bad boy of fashion
amicable when sober




banished from the couture houses
for unrefined
politically incorrect racist comments
spewed
whilst
rolling drunk in a cafe

his couture genius
should stand on its own merits

his gowns - art pieces
of the first rank




influenced by history
post modernism fantasy
theatre and romance








shades of the french revolution
cum oriental  flour sacks
and quilted dressing gowns
brilliant
sometimes frivolous



gowns of sheer poetry
theatre and floating fantasy
stuff that little girls'
(and big girl's )
dreams are made of


if you're a girly girl

i want this one



butterflies on my back
caressing my skin
spilling out on to my dress

Winter Solstice

crisp bracing air
i remember this snow crunch beauty
will never see it again

Darlinghurst

mixed media by Rall


sizzler
old men in baggy shorts
darlinghurst

High Tea

iced petit fours
afternoon tea is my thing
butterfly cakes

For The Weekend

cato shows closeau
the art of ambush surprise
oriental skill




he thinks this is the way
to show his love for her
quel imbecile

Clarity Pyramid For Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

               WHY
           does grass
          grow so high

    who put the pale moon
   in the vast bright blue sky
      all mysterious to me

    i'm not a scientist you see

Home Guard

pencil at the ready
our french farmer is prepared
for anything




he'd like to play
noughts and crosses in the sky
just beyond his reach
will throw his pencil for
the dogs to catch and fetch

Reluctant Spouse

he ran away
whoosh like speeding traffic
a change of heart





bees buzzing
around the honey pot
sticky love





mosquitoes high pitched buzz
in my ears all night long
slap clap swat slap

Collage

collage by Rall


a rich pot pourri
gold framed
dazzling
in a blue bathroom
the biggest room
in the house
showcasing
all the art work

Call Me Judas

it was a long fight
to get free health for all
in this country

to give the poor access
to health care has to be
fundamentally Christian

tony abbott has managed
to dismantle it
in his first term of office

this ruthless bully boy
posing as a
modest genuine ocker
knockabout distracted boofhead

calls himself a Catholic

anyone can call themselves anything
being one is a different matter

if he were ever to read
the precepts of Catholicism
he would know that his actions
make him about as Catholic
as osama bin laden's dead arse

" Verily I say unto you
For what you do unto the least 
of my brethren you do unto me " 

Matthew 25: 40

je suis rallentanda

And Did Those Feet

Lord Howe Island

murdering french cartoonists and jewish shoppers
is not a nice present for Jesus
especially around the time of his birthday

and did those feet in ancient times
walk upon England's mountains green?

unlikely and certainly not today
or anywhere else on earth

with the possible exception of
lord howe island

no violence no crime few people
and ecologically sound

the messiah might consider this place
for the second coming
he will need to be quick

man made global warming will sink it soonish
rather than laterish


"Man has lost the capacity to foresee and forestall. He will end by destroying the earth."
Albert Schweitzer

Look Around

I have a bad habit of poking things in between books. Just found this. Have not played it for about 20 years. Found letters poems cds cards in my tidy up....so much fodder for writing. Bitter sweet memories and a lot of joyful times....it was a time of freedom  and relative innocence without terrorism. I want it back !

in the blue study
dancing with my maracas
i remember joy




a barefoot dancer
that's me - put the music on
i'm  off and away
my mother and grandmother
were exactly the same too 

Wordle

fade perversity desticate padlock currant hungry affinity glamour jagged parrallel scarecrow ditch

ditch the scarecrow look
jagged haircuts and padlock bracelets
are passe
you may have an affinity with glamour
but you are looking very much like
an emaciated faded rose these days

it is perversity being hungry all the time
just eating a few currants  for lunch
working out on the parallel bars at the gym
to keep  stick insect slim




develop a few rubenesque curves 
eat spicy wog tucker
lots of pasta italiano
and call yourself sophia

TRY

if you love her
try a little tenderness
make her happy



try to understand
that four million people
may have a point




never give up
try try again  -  that makes you
a winner, a mensch

Papillon

collage by Rall


distraught at the loss
of her missing butterfly
right in front of her 

A Snapshot Of Happiness

i have not made
lemon barley cordial ice blocks for years
i had forgotten about these thirst quenchers
marvellous frozen poles of sweet stickiness

i sit here in a singlet and raggedy knickers
in the  garden slurping listening to the cicadas
staring into the trees 
i feel about ten years old

the bees buzz about
her long  plaits a sticky magnet
for sugar addicted bugs
she drenches herself with a hose 
dries out in minutes

Sailing Sailing O'er The...

3WW


physical attraction
can be electric passionate wonderful
but when things go awry
things get savage and destructive
quite frankly
i'd rather be sailing

For The Weekend

Je Suis Charlie

je suis charlie
listen to the people
you will not cower us
we are not afraid

Seven

there is only room for seven
who lives who dies?
who decides?






seven angels blasted the trumpets
the seventh seal was opened
there was nothing
God laughs
says wait 30 minutes
sends
a message
' Hey Lighten Up Lambs  ' !




seven husbands
the trick - no names
call  everyone 'darling'




at seven
being trained in the role
of  domestic serfdom




no way
not seven- not even one
cold showers for all of you









when i was seven
i was bookish and different
nothing has changed




been blogging poems
for seven years
maybe time to bow out