the earth venus and jupiter
lined up
in the foreboding universe
in view
of a red bleak hostile mars
waiting
for another earthling catastrophe knowing their propensity
destroy and most likely pollute yet another planet
again
*A waltmarie is a ten-line poem in which the even lines are all two syllables in length and form their own mini-poem if read separately.
saturday evening on the beach
getting our feet wet
watching the waves
as the breeze whips up the salty spray
to the cries of seagulls
the day i am not bowled over
by the magnificence of God's creation
know i am already dead
Writers' Pantry # 58
Weekly Scribblings # 57
1938 - 2020
bill withers lights up
every day with a sunburst
and a constellation of dance
he will never be forgotten
his music is a reason for getting up in the morning
to begin another lovely day
there was only one horse
the big one
took ages to make
we were counting on
their greed and stupidity
it was very cramped in there
high summer and soldiers feet
not an ideal combination
when they hauled us in through the gates
we knew victory was ours
happened thousands of years ago
and they are still telling everyone
to beware of us bearing gifts
Sore Losers !
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they say
it's best to let things go
it's now called
good disagreement
you can be lawrence of arabia
taking no prisoners
you can be saint sebastian
with arrows sticking out of your chest
or
you could look out of the window
and contemplate if you should
add more tomato to the sauce
Day 22 - Yesterday
seems like yesterday
when my world shattered
i still think of you
Day 23 - Twist and Shout
beatles 43 million hits on you tube
homage to 60s mediocrity
mini skirts and big hair
Day 24 - Done
when all is said and done
i confess i just wanted to run my fingers
through dave brubeck's wavy hair
Day 25 - the universe
too vast to contemplate
besides i'm still trying to work out how
my cat knows to open a fridge
Day 26 - While my guitar gently weeps
i look at you all out there
seeing the love
it helps if you're stoned
Day 27 - -L ucy in the S ky with D iamonds
the refuge of
the unimaginative
bullshit baffles brains
Day 28 - All You Need Is Love
everyone deserves
to be that special person
for someone
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Day 15 - One
one fine day
madame butterfly
puccini's masterpiece
Day 16 - vertigo
a school holiday treat
hitchcock movie and shopping
with my mother in town
Day 17 - Beautiful Day
walking along the rocks
a fresh sea breeze tangling her hair
no one around
Day 18 - Pride
pride and prejudice
mr dream boat darcy
the gels swoon and sigh
Day 19 - With or Without You
alone as always
she will keep on going
with or without you
Day 20 - Where the streets have no names
she had a house once in a lane
with a small temple in her garden
opposite a warung and cows in a paddock
Day 21 - Little Dragonfly
a little dragonfly flitted
over bashos frog pond
plop - afternoon tea
Writers' Pantry # 60
8. Tangerine
jimmy dorsey croons
on the old gramophone
last century
9. four sticks
four sticks only
cinnamon was a luxury
on the shopping list
10. When the levee broke
the rains came
burst the dam flooded the land
no ark to be found
11. dazed and confused
wartime casualty
staggering out of the jungle
he married the first girl he clapped eyes on
12. no quarter
a haunting memory
from lawrence of arabia
no prisoners
Day 13 Kashmir
kashmir flower boats
picturesque - we don't see the machine guns
set up in the bushes
Day 14... Stairway to Heaven
they all looked the same
could never work out which one came
with the directions to heaven
monday's child
is fair of face the only thing
to recommend it
2 . Dreams
martin luther king
had one a while ago
now forgotten
3. Landslide
he bragged a landslide victory
turned out to be just a lot of hot air
fouling up the white house
4. Im so scared
when all the birds are quiet
followed by a feint whiff of smoke
time to pack
5. Songbird
nana bustling about
in the kitchen chopping onions
singing with tino rossi
6. Chain
an old tin shed
held together with chain
someone's home
7. Tusk
stolen ivory poached
to make expensive trinkets
for ugly people
“Natural Woman” Digital Collage Art “Covid Creations” by Susie Clevenger
keeping up appearances
dressed in her sunday finery
lady of the caged birds
mounted
on a pile of garden refuse
who nailed her pony tail to the sky?
guess you dont always need bars
to be imprisoned
my mother loved
nice things
sewing dresses
shopping for shoes
coffees and cake at vardis after the movies
going into town
going to church
vogue magazine
playing the piano
reading novels
she passed a lot of it on to me
there was another side to her
she had a very keen sense of justice
and always defended the underdog
this pretty feminine woman was a spitfire
she did not mince her words
she took no prisoners
but compared to my grandmother
who could best be described as
a simmering volcano
both my mother and I seemed docile and diffident
my grandmother and mother leave big shoes
which will never be filled by me
i miss them terribly
