Friday Writings # 166..More Cinquains...Letters and Sounds

b kind
b a good bloke
stop b ing a bastard
it will b too late  then you'll b
buggered

b fun
b generous|
b brazenly brilliant
b a party bobby dazzler 
boogie

What's Going On...Dark Cinquains

dark times
a nightmare group
an axis of evil
colours the world in misery
wont stop

danger
they're here to stay
hunker down for a while
it's going to be rough  sailing
ahead

Moonwashed Musings ,,,Weekly Prompt

purple
is a colour 
worn by dignitaries
ancient kings used to wear it some
still do

sign of
authority
bishops and archbishops
wear it during lent and easter
purple

TANKA TUESDAY .... A TAIGA and A TANKA POEM....Challenge 1

When is a taiga not a taiga....when it is a tanka :)

TAIGA

eyes burning brightly
in the forest of the night
a sky without moon
youth's a season made for joy
it does not last for ever

TANKA 

black and white drawing
a photo found on her blog
caught the artist's eye
he signed his name on her neck
must be an italian thing

FANDANGO'S STORY STARTER # 189

The old photographs made her conscious of her age,of how much time had passed and of what an interesting life she had.

Old age had arrived and it was just as she  had suspected ...  awful !  Aches and pain and varicose veins (WHAT ! ) No one would want to do a drawing of her now. However she would decline any offer to live it all over again. It was just  too exhausting and even now there is no respite. Miraculously  she has survived this far. Her guardian angel must be working overtime. He probably needs a break as well.

Cinquain.....

 respite

from a cruel world

it is getting too much

time to switch off chill out relax

deep breaths

72 Micro Seasons of Japan

flew by in a flash

only one more week to go

sad to see summer end

Friday Writings... # 165...TORCH..Poets and Storytellers United

 

 this song always reminds me 

 of our time together
all those years ago 

i still hold a torch for you

we were wild young things
had lots of fun

wherever you are now

hope you are emanating

sheer joy on the dance floor

a wonderful memory

you were the love of my life

Melissa Fandango FFC # 308

 

knew it was a mistake
should never have
drunk from Alice's bottle

was supposed to shrink me
now i'm stuck in a tunnel
my mother told me

you just can't trust blondes

especially loony alice types

steer clear

What's Goin' On... Celebrate Light

 How far that little candle throws its beams ! So shines a good deed in a weary world 

 Shakespeare "The Merchant Of Venice"

yesterday
i saw a small  boy
offering to help an old man
struggling with  his  shopping 

yesterday
i admired the delivery boy's
lovely sneakers
asked him where he got them
said bought them cheap in china
saw the disappointment on my face
asked me what size shoe i was
and proceeded to remove his shoes

heard of giving the shirt off your back
but never the shoes off your feet

Moonwashed Musings...Simplicity Tanka

 

an uncluttered life
simplicity the answer
own few possessions
not so easy to achieve
in our material world

SHADORMA

 

a very
enterprising bloke
an aussie
battler blue
will give anything a shot
as long as it's fun

Surgery...FOWC WITH FANDANGO

novel
new approach to 

back surgery these days
the easy way no longer an

option

herb tea

camomile tea
fixes rhino horn growths
if it doesn't you go under
the knife

What's Goin' On.?... Landscapes

the bogey hole
at bronte beach
where i learnt to swim
as a tiny tot
is my special place
holding
memories of
my mother
in her floral petal
bathing cap
my grandmother
in her big straw sun hat
me riding my rubber swan
over those gentle waves
enjoying
the long lazy days of summer
at the beach

sadly
ma mere et ma grandmere
are no longer here
neither is the old tram
packed with beach goers
wending its way slowly up the pass 

the bogey hole
will always be here
my ring is still here
wedged under that rock
lost all those years ago
and
with numbered days
so far
i am still here too

Bronte Beach...Sydney

Bronte Park Bronte Beach Sydney

Valentine...

 Cinquain

it is
just for one day
so be my valentine
i know you don't love me but that's
okay

MELISSA'S FFFC #307

Syllabic Poetry...Shadorma Tanka

sixties chicks

they are grannies now

crocheting

and cooking

just like their grandmothers did

to different music

 a sixties groover
transformed into granny who
loves fleurs and crochet
age happens to all of us
even to sixties swingers

Moon Washed Musings...Writer's Choice

cool jazz on his mind 

roberto takes a sunset walk

a scenic masterpiece

Fourplay - Still The One (audio)

FRIDAY WRITINGS # 163: Backwards, Upside Down, Inside Out.

edna was so shocked 

she almost dropped her knitting 

it was like a coming of the light 

 she was not expecting this

 after all these years together

 she had no idea george was a dancer

ORIGINAL POEM MARCH 2024

What's Goin On....Coming of the Light

george

had no idea

after all these years

she was expecting

it was like coming

almost dropped the light

was so shocked

I HAVE A DREAM

CINQUAIN

 it's just 

not the same as

Martin Luther King's dream

in fact it is much much better

than his

what's goin on

the eve of destruction?

reckon

no worries

bozo will make a deal

fix everything

from his padded cell

(wont be too long now)

times are a changin' alright

WHATS GOIN ON....EVE OF DESTRUCTION

Martin Hurkens - You Raise me Up (L1 TV, www.L1.nl)

FRIDAY WRITINGS # 163 .....LOVE IS LOVE

It's getting to the point where * IM NO FUN ANYMORE I AM SORRY *

Sometimes it  hurts so badly I must cry out loud * I AM LONELY * I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are * YOU MAKE IT HARD *

Remember what we've said and done and felt about each other

Oh, babe have mercy 

Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now I am not dreaming I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are

You make it hard Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Tearing yourself away from me * NOW YOU ARE FREE  *And I am crying This does not mean I don't love you I do that's forever Yes and for always I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are 

You make it hard Something inside is telling me that I've got your secret Are you still listening? Fear is the lock and laughter the key to your heart And I love you I am yours,  *YOU ARE MINE, YOU ARE WHAT YOU ARE *You make it hard And you make it hard And you make it hard And you make it hard Friday evening Sunday in the afternoon *WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE?*

Tuesday morning Please be gone I'm tired of you  Can I tell it like it is? (Help me I'm sufferin') Listen to me baby It's my heart that's a sufferin' it's a dyin' (help me I'm dyin') And that's what I have to lose (to lose) I've got an answer* I'M GOING TO FLY AWAY  *What have I got to lose? *WILL YOU COME SEE ME* Thursdays and Saturdays? What have you got to lose? 

Chestnut brown canary Ruby throated sparrow Sing a song, * DON'T BE LONG  *Thrill me to the marrow

Voices of the angels Ring around the moonlight Asking me said she so free How can you catch the sparrow? Lacy lilting lady Losing love lamenting * CHANGE MY LIFE MAKE IT RIGHT *Be my lady

 

Que linda me la traiga Cuba La reina de la Mar Caribe Cielo sol no tiene sangreahi Y que triste que no puedo vaya oh va, oh va

FRIDAY WRITINGS # 163....LOVE IS LOVE

ERASURE POEM

i'm no fun anymore

i am sorry

i am lonely
you make it hard
now you are free

you are mine
you are what you are

what have you got to lose

i'm going to fly away

will you come see me

don't be long

change my life
make it right

CINQUAIN

i know
you don't love me
but it's valentines day

so for the occasion a hug

and  kiss

ROBBIE CHEADLE'S SPIN THE BOTTLE...REVERSE ETHEREE

                                  For Adele Alexandrine Ludivine (ma grandmere )

                                      there was always so much cut glass at home
                                           she loved vases of fresh cut flowers
                                             made our modest house a palace
                                                       polished the furniture
                                                         and the silver ware
                                                           that was my job
                                                               i miss her
                                                                    a lot
                                                                    sigh

                   

Wordle #692... The Sunday Whirl

the despotic head

casts the usual shadow

at the staff meeting
he's up to his tricks again
fast and furious in a flash he snaps
touching on controversial issues
bits of salacious gossip,threats etc
the older ones have heard it all before
ad nauseum..ho hum
the new girl faints

faint bits touch flash snap tricks shadow cast head staff gather hum