Money

follow the money trail
to answer most of your questions
about life





money and friends
make strange bedfellows
to know the truth
be without it
then
be with it
then
be without it again





from time immemorial
money is power
money is revered
money is respected
those with it can never have enough
those with little always want more

the greatest  contempt
in our consumer driven world
is reserved for those without it

for those who live well
on wits inventiveness and creativity
without prostrating themselves to mammon
resentment malice and envy will flow inevitably

living well  on nothing is the best revenge




to date
no one has yet managed 
to bribe the ferryman

Haiku Horizons 

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Carpe Diem # 1531

vanilla sticks
lurking in my kitchen cupboards
hiding a multitude of sins

Haiku Horizons

date palm with blue sky
nature the consummate artist
genius at work

For The Weekend

Andy Warhol

flowers in fingers
colour in hand
rest up this weekend

Heeding Haiku with Chev - MLMM

sweet  subtle perfume
misty lilac and heather
pale mauve in the mist

Winter Of Our Discontent

now is the winter of our discontent
made inglorious by primavera
masquerading as
an unruly autumn crone




showing all manner
of temper and tantrum
storms strewn wild
gale force winds
upending trees





still clad in fur by the fire
we wait for her
to  rally her spent army
defeat the bleak
infuse sunshine into sad bones
so we can be shot of winter rags
and frolic in the sea with neptune




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F For (insert here)

Flutter
Fault
Flesh
Fruitless
Froth
Foreshadow
Fashionista
Flight Attendant
Forfeit
Flibbertigibbet ((n.) a gossip)
Femininity
Floodgate





eyelash fluttering flight attendant
the epitome of femininity froth and bubble
fashionista floodgate of flesh
fruitless flibbertigibbet
forfeited the right
to be taken seriously
when she declared
climate change to be the fault
of the weatherman

MLMM

The Story of the Willow Plate

toast and marmalade
on willow plates will never
taste the same again

Haiku Horizons

Sunday's Whirligig

Wisdom 

her youth tainted
by false friends
a bitter green tart time
stale mate

finally feet on the ground
brooming out the dead wood
her only longing now
a ripe mango or a sunny day

This Weeks Words from Stanley Kunitz's 
" I Dreamed I'm Getting Old "

youth false bitter green tart time
stale ground dead longing ripe wisdom

Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille MLMM

such a cold night
my dream goes wandering
in the autumn world

***********************

falling sick on a journey
my dream goes wandering
over a field of dried grass *

lying down
with quilts over the head
such a cold night

a rainy day
the autumn world
of a border town

© Matsuo Basho (1644-1694) (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

For the Weekend

Enjoy !

Shadorma

-=


abundance
thrown away wasted
we will pay

a big price
for wicked self indulgence
it has been written

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Mea Culpa

temptation calling
seductive food porn alert
irresistible




rotund ripe peachy
peace embraces plenty
flesh in abundance





Kardashian Shoes Shadorma

does she need
all these shoes and clothes
i think not

so many
does it make one feel better
for a few minutes?


Goldie Locks

he's fooling no one
with this abundance of hair
fake hair fake person

Haiku Horizons

flash and the pan
down among the dead men
one hit wonder

Tritina

i don't want to go anywhere
i want to stay at home
in quiet peace and alone

no knocks on the door please leave me alone
just me and puss writing at home
i think it's better than anywhere

writing about waves and the sea as home
eating salad and greek lamb alone
poor puss not a skerrick left anywhere




anywhere at home is better alone

☆ I SAW THE SIGN ★ ACE OF BASE [LYRICS] ☆

a week flashes by
friday night is here again
have a good one

Nursery Rhymes For A Wild Woman

Snow White

just to make it clear
i am not sleeping with
any of you

Little Miss Muffet




along came a spider
it didn't stand a chance
of sitting down beside her

Jack and Jill




jack fell down and
broke his crown
and jill
well jill decided
to stay up on the hill
and shack up with the other jack
the one who was obsessed with beanstalks



Jack Spratt




jack spratt could eat no fat
his wife could eat no lean
and so between the two of them
they licked the platter clean

the police were called
by mary mary quite contrary
a long long way from tipperary
because of the half starved black cat
who was not permitted to sit  on the mat



Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Carpe Diem # 1516

The Owl and The Pussy Cat - Sequel

they sailed away for a year and a day
to the land where the bong trees grow





they sang by the light of the moon 
until things began to go out of toon
the owl hallucinated smoking too many bongs
pussy  was upset and thought it was too strong
she decided to  escape to somewhere  quite far
away from the strumming of that wretched guitar

one night she hopped into the pea green boat
rowed and rowed  praying it would keep afloat
next time it would be a persian or chinchilla
no more wide eyed owls
who turn out to be  stoned killers

alas  once again she got it all wrong
finding herself with a raggedy ole tom

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imaginary garden with real toads

Haiku Horizons

diurnal struggle
keeping the wolf from the door and
bread on the table



There Are Men Too Gentle To Live Among Wolves


There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who prey upon them with IBM eyes
And sell their hearts and guts for martinis at noon.
There are men too gentle for a savage world
Who dream instead of snow and children and Halloween
And wonder if the leaves will change their color soon.

There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who anoint them for burial with greedy claws
And murder them for a merchant's profit and gain.
There are men too gentle for a corporate world
Who dream instead of candied apples and ferris wheels
And pause to hear the distant whistle of a train.

There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who devour them with eager appetite and search
For other men to prey upon and suck their childhood dry.
There are men too gentle for an accountant's world
Who dream instead of Easter eggs and fragrant grass
And search for beauty in the mystery of the sky.

There are men too gentle to live among wolves
Who toss them like a lost and wounded dove.
Such gentle men are lonely in a merchant's world,
Unless they have a gentle one to love.

James Kavanaugh

Roy Ayers - Searchin - For the Weekend

friday night music
drinks at the bar -possibilities
a lifetime ago

Dicky Does Oz

the devil does not
always appear with a long
tail and little horns 

Haiku Horizons



there is always a case
for a balanced argument dicky
firstly, you should know
at least a little about the subject




dicky is raking in a fortune
peddling vitriol and invective globally
through books and lecture tours

nothing like
a validation of hatred for all religions
in  a venue filled with  facile non thinkers
(clashing cymbals and loud gongs)
paying exorbitant prices for tickets
by an overrated oxbridge academic
fleecing the punters



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