Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille - MLMM - Reunited

we never forget
you and i reunited
against all the odds

As - Becca Stevens

Shadorma


fresh faces
of singing children
just sheer joy

talented
gifted musicians shed light
and hope on the oldies

Haiku Horizons

chocolate easter eggs
so soon after christmas cake
sugar explosion

Carpe Libertas

For All The Thousands of Women Who Are Victims Of Domestic Violence and Abuse
(whatever form it takes)





carpe tunicula
so she can't swim anymore
sadistic fiend

the wrecker managed
to even ruin her swimming
only thing she liked

tortuous bastard
sociopaths are clever
disguise themselves well

nightmare existence
she couldn't tell anyone
no one would believe her

right and proper
pillar of the establishment
a secret monster

carpe diem
carpe everything
you can hold on to

never give up
carpe thoughts of flight
carpe libertas


Recent Australian Statistics
https://www.smh.com.au/national/one-in-six-women-victims-of-physical-or-sexual-violence-by-a-partner-20180227-p4z20z.html






Event details:

Day: Saturday, 7th March 2018

Time: 8.30 am - 5.00 pm

Venue: Karstens Sydney, 111 Harrington Street, Sydney NSW 2000

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Midweek Motif Poets United
Tuesday Photo Challenge MLMM #202

La Stupenda

The Voice, as far as she knew, was a gift of God or nature. It had always been there as she grew up in New South Wales, floating out heedlessly as she washed up or wandered round the house. She sang anything: operatic arias, to be sure, but also Uncle Tom's favourite ode to ginger ale, “My Old Woman's an Awful Boozer”:

"She was so approachable, a normal person, She would get up and sing these wonderful arias, and then sit down and pick up her tapestry."

I honestly believe she had no idea how great she was," Bonynge says. "And people would keep on telling her, but it just washed over her. It didn't really affect her in any way. She didn't need applause, she was a very down-to-earth, practical lady. It's quite true she had no idea of the importance of what she'd done in the world. You could tell her, but I don't think she really listened. She loved to sing and that was it."

 "She just was a modest person. And she never changed. She never assumed the airs of a diva offstage . . . When she worked in all the opera houses, all the backstage people loved her, the dressers, the makeup people, they adored her. It was very lovely to see."

bel canto
bellissima
the voice of the century
our down to earth joan
with her coloratura notes
tinkling bells
splintering the air

sadly
she has been largely forgotten
in her homeland
of
sport
sunshine
sport
sweet pineapples
sport
white sand beaches
sport
wide open spaces
more sport
sport celebrities
did i mention sport?

Sorry Sweet Diva
La Stupenda
a few of us
will never forget you
thank you
for a window
into perfection






Midweek Motif - Poets United

Heat Stroke

sway pupils butterflies fragile whisper tangency
sultry close veranda mocha sweat eyelashes

it was a close
sweltering sultry night
on the verandah

feeling fragile
she began to sway in the heat
her pupils dilated
her eyelashes dripping with sweat

hallucinating
she heard butterflies whispering to her
in a moment of tangency




mocha ice cream
mountains of it
that's what's needed
to effect a cure

Bonus Wordle MLMM

Lake George Canberra

lake george vanishes
then returns for no reason
it's a mystery




Haiku Horizons

Soliloquoy At Shoal Bay NSW

 Cinquain

at last
i've reached the coast
safe journey well done girl 
a swan and a red boat greet me
hi there

lovely
time for a swim
flying fish everywhere
now i know why it's called shoal bay
oops shark





small one
not to worry
it prefers fish to me
that is what i am presuming
at least

small shark
its mum's somewhere
usually close by
c'mon girly do not tempt fate
get out

Night Driving

Shadorma

night driving
only a few trucks
on the road
just two  words
to describe driving at night
bloody marvellous

whizzing through
the black velvet datk
it's midnight
earth still hot
from sweltering outback heat
night drive to the coast

Midweek Motif PU

Valentines Day

i don't have a valentine
but when i hear this song
my heart melts
i wish i had one
just for today

floating in the pool
i look up at the twilight clouds
listening to vince  jones
sing my favourite love song
i've been swinning to this all summer

where are you
are you never going to find me

Haiku Horizons

the moon shows his face
beaming smiles and treachery
seducing the stars

Vince Jones - In An Attempt To Be Fascinating

 Cinquain


you too
are leaving me
there is no one left now
you my longest relationship
over

Mid Week Motif - Poets United

i remember it
vividly
we saw her
at the bus stop
we knew her

it was fairly obvious
she was doing it tough
her husband had run off
to give new meaning to his life
with a woman 20 years younger
and left her with nothing

we should help her
give her a job

the corners of his mouth
curled with contempt
aghast


his outrage at this suggestion
was punctuated by an incredulous  sneer  
the same one he affected when
the accountant dozing off  next to him at a concert
broke thunderous wind like a trombone solo
in the slow movt of the schubert symphony
at the opera house


how would you feel if
she were your mother or daughter
we should help her
give her a job at least

my mother and daughter
would never be stupid enough
to find themselves
in that situation
he said
with the demeanour
of the smug entitled prick
that he was

the final nail
driven firmly into
the coffin
of our relationship

This Ole House

ten years ago
they said she should pull it down
it's not worth restoring
she fell in love with it
this ole house had a story

this ole house had a story
she dreamt it would be hers
prospective buyers
stayed in their cars  drove off in disgust
whispers of the past called  to her

whispers of the past called to her
the flushed face of the woman
cooking on the fuel stove
in extreme heat babies crying
washing on the verandah

washing on the verandah
drying in the breeze the wind
blowing in from the plains
whistling a wail of sadness
as the sun begins to set

as the sun begins to set
the men cross the paddock
on their way homewards
how many  before have stood at this window
looking out at the plains wondering