Victoria Wood - Brief Encounter parody

3 WW...nod obedience mischievous
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a mischievous parody
addresses a whole range of social issues
taking a swipe at the smug british class system
( orange pekoe tea for the middle classes)

a less than enthusiastic obedience
to vows
giving the nod to
bored  husbands and wives
trapped in the marital cage
desperate to escape their spouses

fear  of being alone
(monophobia)
running away with a stranger
to a leper colony
( too scary a concept)
running away with dolly
of the loose elastic bloomers
(even scarier methinks)

Haiku Horizons

the heart  knows what it wants
easier said than done , Will
love knows no reason

Kathy's Waltz For The Weekend

it's friday
jazz and wine night
last days of summer





three months gone in a flash
autumn beckons
time for the cicadas
to pack their bags
and move on

Nostalgia

no swimming pool
just endless hours  of fun
on a summer's afternoon
in a simpler age



learning to make cakes with mum
in the kitchen
or spending days on the beach
investigating rock pools
building sandcastles
digging holes to china
slurping on home made ice blocks



playing on swings and seesaws
making cubby houses 
from cardboard boxes
teepees from old sheets
collecting caterpillars in jam jars
making dolls from clothes pegs





every garden had quick sand
down the back in those days
with stories of small children
who wandered off
and were never seen again

the ones 
who spoke to strangers
offering sweets
were put into hessian bags
hurled from the top of the cliffs
into the sea

the boy who
swallowed the apple seeds
was found in the morning
by his grandma
with a tree growing out of his stomach

we enjoyed
the wonder
the thrill
the innocence of childhood

we had the best of it

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Haiku Horizons

love makes fools of us
hard to break the habit
of self destruction

Haiku Horizons

he whispered secrets
into her shell like ear
sweet little love lies

Vivaldi: Concerto Grosso in D minor

Ella Fitzgerald - What Is This Thing Called Love? (HQ sound lyrics)

what is this thing called love?
a mystery
best kept at the superficial level
of romantic love roses and wine

not recommended for those
diving deep
a low pain threshold
can have you floundering
at the bottom of the ocean
real connection to another
is a dangerous business

what is this thing called love?
a great feeling of alleviation...a weight lifted
comfort and  sweet joy
YES
a tray of fresh orange juice ice blocks
when suffering a heat stroke

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Late night thoughts in a Catastrophe

the rancid smell of smoke
catches in the throat
three am this morning
power still out






uh oh must be getting closer
at least the gales are cool
now fanning the flames
wonder how long it will take

something tells me
to hot foot it out of here
come dawn
car packed ready to go

wish me luck
let's hope
you're not waving me
Goodbye !

Chopin For The Weekend

Cinquain

                      sea view
               a little cramped
               hazardous if tipsy
           yet sweet nevertheless
                    love nest

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Om Swastiastu

devout balinese
spiritual life above all
his hands joined in prayer

Heatwave

ferocious red dawn
another scorcher today
will it ever rain

insect world super charged
the ground still hot at midnight
the cricket chorus chirps

flashes of lightning
distant rumblings faraway
we wait for the rain


Haiku Horizons
Imaginary GardensWith Real Toads

For The Weekend

Cinema Paradiso

when it all becomes too hard
and the world closes in on you
walk into the wonder of movies
lose yourself
forget your woes
be transported
in another language
to another country
to another place
for a short time





cry laugh relate be astounded
until the time up whistle blows
and you're back  on deck
to fight another round
for another day in the ring 
called life

Sting If I Ever Lose My Faith In You

and we are here
as on a darkling plain
where armies clash by night

some of us are lucky
some of us are not
in the human misery stakes

all of us are let down
at some stage by others
even by those close to us

some have been burnt by placing
complete faith in another
been betrayed and not prepared to risk it again

some take risks  all the time
ending up as a pile of cinders
from overexposure to suffering

some of us will never
understand the life puzzle
and its forever changing
complicated rules

some of us
remove ourselves
from the fray and live
the interior life of a hermit

some of us know kindness
like ghandi
and believe in the goodness of humanity

others never experience it
just read about it
or grasp glimpses of it on the screen
being constantly reassured it exists
but maybe not for you

without faith in God
some of us would have
no-one
nothing
and
no reason
for staying

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