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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Bitter Sweet

he had gone
just before christmas
she felt renewed
an enormous weight lifted
from her crippled shoulders
found herself smiling again
pleased to be alive





ran into a distant acquaintance
not seen for many years
wow this is some marriage you have
you are positively glowing

she smiled politely
am actually getting a divorce
sorry...must fly
got to catch up
on a life






Midweek Motif - Poets United





Friday, November 24, 2017

Lang Lang - For The Weekend


Troiku

watching his fingers
flying over the keyboard
brings smiles and joy

like butterflies
tapered and delicate
he zips through the notes

lang lang's a marvel
an incendiary musical missile
aimed at the senses

watching his fingers
like butterflies
lang lang's a marvel

Tale Weaver # 147 MLMM
November Theme ' Music' Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Monday, November 20, 2017

Le Scandale


 The Swing  - Fragonard 1776



legs apart no shoes 
french eroticism
three centuries ago



Haiku Horizons

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Raga Bhairav Hindustani Classical Music Flute Play by Aditya Rao Mumbai



Quatrain For Sumana
AABA

sad notes through the still air wail
accompanied by heat and  the cow's swishing tail
languid afternoons so tranquil and calm
spiritual and  mysterious like colourful veils




Thursday, November 16, 2017

For The Weekend

Tale Weaver #145 - MLMM



Waldmuller


Unlikely Conversation

almost 200 years ago
a young girl
oblivious to everything around her
is engrossed in reading a message
not an unfamiliar sight today
eyeballs glued to the iphone

the stalkers
were better dressed
back then too
they don't bring
flowers nowadays






Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Don't You Worry 'Bout A Thing





it was
the time of wonder
stevie wonder

dancing at 'poppies'
in the lane
the smell  of
coconut oil incense plumeria
still stamped on my memory

i still dream of
flashing white smiles
pale coffee coloured skin
in pink sarongs
delicate limbs adorned in silver

before
steroids and gym pumping
before alcohol
before hard drugs
before the virulent infection
of  western  tourism and greed
took hold

the time
of kerosene lamps
batiks  and kubayas
has long gone
but lives on
when i hear this song

spring weather does this
love swirls through dance moves and smiles
hope and joy renewed







Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille - MLMM

All That Glisters





two neutron stars collide
billions of years ago

cosmic violence
produces planets  with  gold




when we deplete our resources
we will mine more from other planets
unless a giant meteorite zaps us
and showers us to smithereens

all the gold trinkets
wont seem  important after all

Midweek Motif  - Poets United




Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Cherita Form





the monsoon rain sets in

the dragon flies flirt
with basho's frogs

the monk
looks on smiling
saturated in wet orange

Monday, November 13, 2017

Wordle#178 - MLMM




suede gloves and a boxcutter
are thrown with haste into a drop box
the  espionage agent's brow
glistens with beads of perspiration 

whispers fill the night air
the spruiker  solicits his wares
an obscure lurid poem by ovid
going for a song
a favourite of dilettantes

she finds the copy
of mutiny on the bounty
with a shrivelled calyx
book marking the instructions





the life of a spy was far too intense
besides 007 was a bitter disappointment in the sack
she was beginning to regret giving up her day job
as a librarian


Haiku Horizons




hypocrites take note
logs have no business pointing at
specks in other's  eyes 

Friday, November 10, 2017

SEPTEMBER SONG - WILLIE NELSON




even the leaves
do not cling on
forever

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

A Fibonacci Poem




























look
at
this van
messages
written over it
seen at the beach this afternoon
i wonder how many men would agree with this quote

Chrysanthemums


Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille - MLMM


beautiful flowers
sturdy colourful and cheap
a poor person's rose

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

Silence







in the wee hours
the fridge humming
the clock ticking
a calm settles over the place

this is my precious time
my special time
i look forward to this
all day long

propped up against big colourful cushions
in oversized animal print pyjamas
eating  a cold mango
or sipping a baileys on ice
i sink into luxurious thoughts
escape for a few hours
my sticky fingers typing with love

Midweek Motif - Poets United


Monday, November 6, 2017

Wordle 177 MLMM



chaste self possessed white sweet clover pollen animate dowry
exhaust sprout arc the conventional position fawn devour

True Love

the fawn brown eyed girl
hair the colour of pollen
chaste as white sweet clover
self possessed
sprouted from the biblical arc
ignorant of the conventional
or any other position
had a huge dowry settled on her

her husband' to be' instead of devouring her
with his eyes became animated at the thought
of having enough money to buy
a new exhaust system for his car




Sunday, November 5, 2017

Haiku Horizons






kids slurping ice blocks
bare feet shorts hats and singlets
summer approaches

Friday, November 3, 2017

For The Weekend


 SHADORMA

brings back thoughts
of endless summers
carefree days
they are gone
never to return again
memories

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Such A Dear Old Lady

maisie was a nice woman

always allowed people
to get into the bus before her
gave up her seat for pregnant
women or the infirm

happy to help
answered questions for directions
assisted blind people across the road
picked up and returned items dropped from bags
to distracted  shoppers

looked after neighbours' mail, pets and gardens
whilst they were on holiday
always provided tea and sandwiches for tradesmen
bundled up clothes and things for charity
knitted quilt patch for the needy

then the day arrived in a flash
maisie was old herself

often missed the bus
because everyone shoved in front of her
 stood all the way clutching her walking sitck

when she dropped her purse
no one helped to pick up the contents
grumbling
as they stepped over her to get out

she had to go to hospital for a hip replacement
the neighbours were too busy
to collect her mail or look after her old dog
first time she had asked for a favour in forty years

her remaining relative had rover euthanased
because he would be too much for her to manage
making  a diary entry to check funeral expenses
a quick calculation of what her property was worth
eyeing off her few bits and pieces before driving rover
to his last visit to the vet

maisie  returned home

three months later she was found dead in her cottage
the neighbours consoled each other as the police
put the the tiny body bag into the car
if only they had known
if only she had reached out and asked for help they said

'such a dear old lady'






Midweek Motif Poets United