Saturday's Mix MLMM

Teresa at Saturday's Mix
MLMM wants us to write a happy poem
since there is so much sad bad news lately.


cannot remember
when
this teapot spouted forth
a beautiful plume of floral happiness
which usually only happens
when in love and it is mutual

been a while
but still
occasionally the  little golden  lid rattles
at a random act of kindness
or a few kind complimentary  words

this week i asked a mentally impaired  man
if the duck and pepper pate he was buying
was any good
his face lit up like a beacon
obviously he  was unused to being  asked his opinion
or having a conversation with a stranger
made my day to make him happy

my hairdresser told me
the grey streaks in my hair were a lovely silver
a kind way of suggesting i  should dye it
this made me slightly happy

my old wagon made it back to sydney
without a hiccup
happy happy happy
i have probably just jinxed myself

it is going to be sunny tomorrow
i'm going for a gentle spin around the bay
sit on a little beach you can only access by boat 
and get some sunshine on my lovely silver streaks
and aging limbs:)

little nuggets of happiness are important
simple things - few and precious
need to squirrel them away in my purse
save them for  dark rainy days
too many of late

Poets Pantry - Poets United

Sting & Geoffrey Gurrumul Every Breath You Take

Surviving Winter

chocolate and fur rugs
a warm body to cuddle
six weeks and it's spring

Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
MLMM

Farewell G G Yunupingu

1971 - 2017

a blind at birth little aboriginal child
from elcho island in the northern territory
found a guitar and at 6 taught himself
to play it left handed and upside down










the shy musician gave pleasure to all
became an international success
today he says goodbye to find sanctuary
with the spirits of his ancestors in the
eternal dream time place




Midweek Motif - Poets United

Haiku Horizons - Spot

-
out damned spot
out i say-lady macbeth
in anguish cries



spot the $20.000 winner of
the olive cotton photographic art prize
grandma painted with saliva

judge received hate mail
the public are not stupid
death threats could follow




a peaceful  harbour spot
wendy whitely shares her garden
with everyone



leopards and spots
it's all true- they never change
into persian pussy cats




the stork dropped me
on my head when i was a baby
this could explain it





a spot of rain
she shelters under his umbrella
and hopes it never stops




imaginary garden with real toads
a nice spot to hang out
every tuesday

Mask Snippets

she had never been to a masked ball before
she did however recognise her nana's fox fur
the one which used to lurk in the wardrobe
with its pointy little nose and beady eyes

grandpas dollar coins lived in a cigarette tin
at the bottom behind the soft goose
filled with nan's silk stockings
' take only one coin at a time' he said
the fox counts it

i used to have a thing for zorro
but being superficial and flighty
men in masks loss their appeal
he was replaced many times over
as an object of my desire




a cucumber mask for tired eyes
and a facial would be nice
well maybe in another life
when she worked out how to restump the house
without killing herself and shelling out a fortune
she began to regret she had not studied
physics and engineering at some stage



no one knows
what goes on behind the mask
people are uncomfortable with
the reality of the lives of others
we learn
suffering is best masked by smiles
no one wants to know a morose mary





he pinned this to his door
was this a reminder to himself
or us

 “Our life is too easy, our complaints are over-dramatized. Faced with the complaints of so many people, of so many brothers and sisters who are in the dark, who have lost all memory, almost lost all hope – who are experiencing this exile from themselves, who are exiled, even from themselves, our complaints are nothing!”

who does "our" refer to

if you have a swiss guard servants acolytes
to fetch and carry for you
plus
a private jet and a limousine

an understaniding of "our"
may vary enormously

well in any case
" who am i to judge?"

Mid Week Motif
Poets United

Haiku Horizons...dark

sadly he's bald now
black black black was the colour
of my true love's hair

'dark is the night'
memories of summer swimming
shakatak - great group

dark thoughts cloud my mind
winter is alien to me
bring on the sunshine

' dark eyes ' -  a ruski song
putin's favourite followed by
' wish you were here '  (donald)

Summer Elsewhere

watching tour de france
on television  - campers
soaking up the sun

rain pours down outside
i shell the peas by the fire
and wait for the spring

Heeding Haiku With Chevrefeuille
MLMM

A Nonet For The Weekend

                                                Nonet

                         when im feeling blue i watch this film
                               takes me back to another time
                                   parties and pretty dresses
                                     dancing and lots of fun
                                           it all came easy
                                             a carefree age
                                             of good times
                                                 beauty
                                                  youth

MARTINS BAR

the bright lights flick on
this was martin's
' time to go music '

the patrons' faces
robbed of soft lighting
all looked  a little worse for wear
from a night of drinking and flirting

the bra free
unbuttoned shirt'd barmaids
set about cleaning the mirrors
collecting the glasses
while desperates
rather than going home alone
offered to help the nymphettes
with the cleaning up



martin du berry
colossus of cool
the  very eccentric owner
an east end londoner
spent his evenings
slumped on a garbage bin
donned in a duffle coat
in any weather
outside
manning the door

invitation only subscription
much sought after


and hard to get

this was the ' it ' place
in sydney at one time
before the oxford st invasion
by the rainbow movement

barristers bankers film makers
revolutionaries students artists
all rubbed shoulders in
the unusual mix
orchestrated by maestro martin

i met someone interesting there
you know how they say
you don't meet nice men in bars
it's true:)

Midweek Motif Poets United

Dear John

she waited and waited
for a few kind words from him
like drops of water in the scorching desert
none were forthcoming
with resignation and a certain relief
she's calling it a day
hoping
for some well deserved peace



Cinquain

no more
gone on too long
no good has come from this
time to call it a day and say
goodbye

Bach - Prelude and Fugue C Minor

1:17

why do they call him
the voice of God? first there was
the chosen people
and then there was the chosen
contrapuntal voice

Moonlight Becomes You

moonlight becomes you
crooning on cardboard stage sets
irresistibly stilted  and corny
our grannies loved these movies
nicer folk in a simpler time

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Jesus Christ, the Apple Tree — Choir of St John's College, Cambridge

he must be weeping
the tree of life watching us
destroy everything

he came to save us
we are supposed to be
much kinder than this

what a disappointment
mankind must be to the Lord God
who gave us free will


Haiku Horizons

My Favourite Things For The Weekend

you've been gone a while
still my favourite thing
no more tears  just smiles

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

a pale winter dawn
frost on the yellow grass
steamy breath fogs the window

Steven Lubin, Mozart, Variations in C, K.265 (300e), on "Ah, vous dirai-...

the moon is  silver
on this clear cold
winter's night

twinkle twinkle little star
how i wonder what you are
up above the world so high
like a diamond in the sky

all the children are sleeping
dreaming in the land of nod
the cat is snoring gently
and i'm tucked up in bed
by the warm glow of the fire
listening to mozart
and reading
basic plumbing illustrated
dare to repair

The 21st Century Woman

a woman
needs
independence
an education
she knows what the caged bird feels

a woman needs
her own income
well paid work
she knows why the caged bird sings 
 for its supper

a woman needs
an abode of her own
a room with a view
she knows why the caged bird
pecks at its bars

a woman needs
a sweet cuddly creature
she can snuggle up to
on a cold winters night
if it is of the two legged variety
preferably not a sociopath or psychopath

Mid Week Motif - Poets United



 

Haiku Extravaganza

it must be so great
to have a genius as
a president




amazing logic
maybe he was joking 
that or the unthinkable



prayers and messages
notes at the wailing wall
wedged in the temple stones




the berlin wall
this fortress was torn down
while we build others




frustration
banging your head against a wall
give it a rest



wall to wall carpet
my friend's home was my dream house
when i was a kid



a great wall of water
a tsunami destroys all
in its path before it




street art on a wall
talent abounds everywhere
even in back lanes




it is written
ignore the writing on the wall
at your own peril




her  mother said no
no orange walls in the bedroom
too bright and busy

you'll be up all night
you wont be able to sleep
dream in pale sea green




a wall of fire
in a matter of minutes
they are all dead

grenfell towers
when it concerns the under class
anything will do




hurt too many times
there is a wall between us
trust is an issue




a garden wall
great way to hide ugly concrete
living breathing artwork



haiku horizons
imaginary garden with real toads