she likes all souls day
trick or treat
spooky witch
gives her new broom a try out
meets up with old mates
danse macabre
she just loves to dance
with the dead
skeletons
return when the dawn cock crows
till same time next year
she likes all souls day
trick or treat
spooky witch
gives her new broom a try out
meets up with old mates
danse macabre
she just loves to dance
with the dead
skeletons
return when the dawn cock crows
till same time next year
sadness
overwhelming
put it in a big box
send it out to sea forever
floating
pandora
made a big mistake
don't open
leave it be
keep looking at the blue sky
upwards and onwards
Cinquain and Shadorma
FRIDAY WRITINGS # 100...POETS and STORYTELLERS UNITED
have the gift of a powerful imagination
the mundane made sublime
no need to visit le louvre
she wakes up to it every day
at the end of her bed
to the accompaniment of currawongs
and almost always a blue sky
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
we are surrounded by it
What's Going On Blogspot
pink foxglove
in a maiden's hair
so pretty
a spring treat
fashion item at the turn
of the last century
jacaranda trees
wisteria's rival wins
hands down every time
in a world gone mad
our salvation
domesticate
support
promote
shatter
pledge
customize
aromatic
fantastical
magnet/ic
portrait
animation
tease
i wrote this poem... WHY?
to promote this gorgeous cat's portrait
as wonder cat of the year
i pledge to support intellectual
well read domesticated cats
shatter the customized myth
that cats are without animation
just teasers only interested in
aromatic fresh seafood
cats have fantastical magnetic personalities
are loving good companions
make the best friends one could ever have
every home should have one
A German Shepherd, Doberman and a cat have died.
All three are faced with God who wants to know what they believe in.
The German shepherd says: "I believe in discipline training and loyalty to my master."
"Good," says God. "Then sit down on my right side. Doberman, what do you believe in?"
The Doberman answers: "I believe in the love, care and protection of my master."
Ah," said God. "You may sit to my left."
Then he looks at the cat and asks, "And what do you believe in?"
The cat answers: "I believe you're sitting in my seat."
change your hotel then
was her response to complaints
we didn't of course
we were spoilt rotten
we were on a good wicket
thanks to poor ole gran
lovely daffodils
heralding the spring season
a sea of yellow
morning walks
a spring colour hit
beautiful
imagine
a world without flowers
a light would go out
smile maker
a simple jug of
mixed flowers
works wonders
in this horror stricken world
thank God for flowers
naughty little witch
dreaming up forms to confound
her poetry fans
smiling away in the shade
of an old oak tree (i think:)
SHADORMA
Gratitude
always thought
i would be alone
you changed that
our meeting
almost forty years ago
has been a God send
the truth is
when things go awry
you are there
when sadness
crumples one into a heap
your warm cuddle helps
without you
my life is over
stay around
don't leave me
i hope i cross the styx first
i will be waiting
happiness
pink flowers bloom bright
at breakfast
the fragrance
fills her small messy kitchen
transformed by springtime
my birthday month
still here
miraculous
considering
i've been wandering the jungle
outside the herd
marching to the beat
of a different drum
my guardian angel
is doing a great job
for Susan's prompt at What's Going On? on Wednesday: The Hill of Hope.
no need to climb the mountain
and see the promise land
all the clues are about us
here on this beautiful earth
all gifts from the Divine
before crossing the river styx
be sure to make your footprint
as small as possible
it is a grievous sin to desecrate
the earth
be cruel to no one
be kind
be aware of pocketless shrouds
camels and needles
pray and care for the sick and suffering
give thanks
give smiles
give love
reject satan
when he visits bearing gifts
and false promises
we have been told
the gates of hell
will not prevail against us
we must live in hope
Laudate Dominum
Deo Gratias