Tanka Tuesday # 59...Onomatopoeia

CINQUAIN

sparkles
bubbles fizzle
explosion from the can
glug glug gurgle drink the soda
burp belch

What's Going On....THIS POEM

 https:newwhatsgoin.blogspot.com

this poem
is a testament to a creative person
who has made magic with very little space 
who loves beauty and nature
who resolves to make the best of
whatever little she has
believing
quality is better than quantity
believing
not everything worthwhile can be bought
believing
imagination is the key 
to everywhere
to everything

he thought so too
logic will take you from a to b
imagination will take you everywhere

the mona lisa is priceless

so is this

beauty in a messy ktichen

MLMM MONDAY WORDLE # 471

 

hearing from him
always makes her smile
the air thick with blush pink nostalgia

the very thought of giving him a silver tray
wrapped in gold foil tied with a sash
as an easter present
was a hollow expression of her love
gift him  beethoven instead 
more powerful than words
a remedy for all ailments
as he would say

she loves him

more than he will ever know

MLMM MONDAY WORDLE # 471
hollow thought smile tray gold gift nostalgia blush foil sash present thick

FRIDAY WRITINGS # 221 POET and STORYTELLERS UNITED

GOOD FRIDAY

april is
the cruellest month
in TS Eliot's
wasteland

the crucifixion
of Our Lord
2000 years ago
was certainly cruel
a high price paid
for our salvation

always remembered
this momentous event
of sadness and tears of grief
is observed religiously
in spring time
lilac time
by  christians living
in the northern hemisphere

the weather being more befitting
down under
where the leaves are turning brown
in nature's sad season of our autumn

 

 

In tears of grief, dear Lord, we leave Thee, Hearts cry to Thee, O Saviour dear, Lie Thou softly, softly here. Rest Thy worn and bruised Body, At Thy grave, O Jesu blest. May the sinner, worn with weeping, Comfort find in Thy dear keeping, And the weary soul find rest. Sleep in peace, Sleep Thou in the Father's
breast

   

What"s Going On.....

 What's Going On?
Truth?

no way
the world is  ailing
while the demon
spouts and thrives on lies
a  pestilence perpetrated
by the bible wielding blow fly
making sacrilegious claims
to Christianity
for political purposes
for storing up riches
wreaking suffering and havoc
on the world

evil will not last
the gates of mar a lago
will not prevail against us

W3 PROMPT # 205...THE SKEPTIC"S KADDISH

 TANKA

beneath the surface
of extreme arrogance lies
a deranged nut case
causing death and destruction
to satisfy his ego

how can this happen
they should  teach history in schools
they've been here before
wreaking havoc and mayhem
weak men cowards with issues

stop dreaming bozo
you cannot make it happen
the bible says so
you're in for a big surprise
no way out even for you

TANKA TUESDAY # 58....FOOLS ABOUND

fools abound alright
even his hair takes refuge
a dangerous time
he puts the world in peril
we suffer because of him

Fandango FOWC ...HELMET

 

SHADORMA

a helmet
with sharp horns beware
if you dare
brunhilde
a  huge force to be reckoned with
only fools rush in

her breastplate
could crush an army
of soldiers
her top notes
could shatter and destroy buildings
the valkyrie rides

FWOC.. ENCROACH ..FANDANGO

CINQUAIN

forgive
me encroaching
on your personal space
seduced by this lovely fragrance
really !

THE SKEPTICS KADDISH..CAMEO FORM 2 5 8 3 8 7 2...FRIDAY WRITINGS # 220 FEELING DEEPLY..POETS and STORY TELLERS UNITED

 

Spring Sonata for violin and piano. first movt  by Beethoven

performed by Jonathan and Susan Aceto

nice way
to spend twilight years
performing together at home
beats bingo
at the pub or trivia night
just lovely oh to be this
lucky

TANKA TUESDAY...HAUTT...4 5 2 2 5 4

palms clutched in hands
waving fronds with smiles
welcome
joyous
then all hell breaks loose
our saddest day

MLMM MONDAY WORDLE # 469 # 470

 

modern hole list mace leaf twice ring steep fob beastly yet change

the prices
are steep in this modern age
not much change out of a hundred dollars
at the supermarket
feel beastly making a shopping list
always forget to take it 
yet still make one nevertheless
should take a leaf out of your book
write it on the phone
if you come over ring the doorbell twice
i'll check the peep hole
if you are carrying a mace
i'll fob you off and wont answer
just kiddin'
i think

MLMM WORDLE # 470

father forgive me
i threw the clock

against the wall
just should have held my temper

i resolve not to do it again

should have known better
am not a small six year old child
now i can't tell the time

on this cold rainy day

father six held cold day small rain just known  threw resolve time

WORLD POETRY DAY

 

let's approach
world poetry day
with a spring and leap
in our step
maybe a light fandango
is in order
to celebrate this 
important event

mymindmappings.com...Fandango

LOOKING BACK....FRIDAY WRITINGS # 219...POETS AND STORY TELLERS UNITED

 CINQUAIN

she hoped
he never knew
how much she adored him
looking back it was difficult
to hide

he knew
most probably
they always do it seems
he was everything she ever
wanted

its time
to be mature
face  harsh reality
though it may be painful for a
dreamer

never
do it again
looking back  it was a
big mistake with consequences
sadly

love trap
this awful thing
called unrequieted love
useless suffering and pain for
nothing

W3 PROMPT # 203....THE SKEPTICS KADDISH....WHAT"S GOING ON ?

"The soul is healed by being with children " Fyodore Dostoevsky

LOUIS GERMAIN 

gave Albert Camus something more valuable than books.

He gave him permission to believe that poverty didn't define potential. That a cleaning woman's son could think, could write, could matter. That intelligence wasn't a privilege reserved for the wealthy but existed everywhere—even in silent boys in crowded classrooms in the poorest districts of colonial Algeria

Germain died in 1965, five years after Camus. By then, he'd lived long enough to see his student become immortal.

His home had no books. His mother couldn't read. His future was supposed to be a factory floor. Then one teacher noticed him—and twenty years later, he won the Nobel Prize.

19 November 1957

Without you, without the affectionate hand you extended to the small poor child that I was, without your teaching and example, none of all this would have happened. I don’t make too much of this sort of honor. But at least it gives me the opportunity to tell you what you have been and still are for me, and to assure you that your efforts, your work, and the generous heart you put into it still live in one of your little schoolboys who, despite the years, has never stopped being your grateful pupil. I embrace you with all my heart.

Albert Camus

louis
louis germain
louis the lighthouse to
poor and vulnerable children
society's wretched cast offs
merci

louis
who's heard of you louis?

not many i am sure
always the way
few accolades for the good
a wonderful human being
a beacon of hope
the pride and joy of france
VIVE LOUIS !

.

1.WHATS GOING ON....ANGER.....2.TANKA TUESDAY.... NONET

a mother to all the dear sweet cats
darling creatures that give us joy
god's creation  to teach us
love and tranquillity
a loneliness cure 
curbing anger
cats  are our 
lovely
friends

TANKA FOR MARMALADE BOY

no room for anger
when living with a ginger
marmalade boy who
immeasurably enriched

her sad  life beyond compare

Tanka Tuesday # 56.... NONET

mother bear loves her little baby
both of them are now endangered
they both could become extinct
we must stop clearing land
destroying their homes
they live in trees
eat gum leaves
let them 
live

FRIDAY WRITINGS # 218....POETS AND STORY TELLERS UNiTED

 I'm no good at being noble but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world ....Casablanca

 

the world is burning
so what do we do

carry on
i suppose
make the best of it

stay strong
uphold your principles
speak out

seek divine intervention
pray for a miracle
pray for peace

care for each other
love one other
banish greed
banish selfishness

don't vote
for psychopathic
game show hosts
as president

W3 Prompt # 202 ...The Skeptics Kaddish

 SHADORMA

a flower
in a drinking glass
poor man's art
beautiful
creativity important
not power nor wealth

SHADORMA

exquisite
the divine artist's
gift to us
such beauty
abounds for all of us to see
sadly most are blind

SHADORMA

two shadows
a duo who have
each other
in this world
my heart bleeds for those who are
completely alone
 

WHATS GOING ON ... A POEM FROM TEN YEARS AGO...WEIRD

 https://rallentanda.blogspot.com/2016/03/weird_8.html

I wrote this poem ten years ago. Eerily prescient with regards to Trump.

LIFE NOW

when others of my vintage
are relaxing
taking it easy
i have
never been so busy
never worked so hard
life
fraught with problems

surprised?
not really
my life has always been
upside down
inside out
round and round
back to front

TANKA TUESDAY # 55....EKPHRASIS

a birthday present
from a kind and good person
i have never met
beautiful like his flowers
maybe-i will never know

MLMM MONDAY WORDLE # 467

 shine cushion claw music turtle price old cushion shape unusual private single

she collected turtle shaped old cushions
a  very private person
wore a t shirt with the message 
stay single and shine
an unusually gifted pianist
long painted claws a no no
music her life
an unworldly person
did not know the price of anything
polished her door chimes daily
a bit eccentric

FRIDAY WRITINGS # 217...POETS AND STORYTELLERS UNITED

Message To The World

too late in life

sheila came to realise
there are no prizes for being capable
the more you can do
the more is expected of you

she began to see
the value of contrived artifice
practised time immemorial
by breathless helpless females
taught by mothers and grandmothers
(except sheila's )

she may consider ditching the akubra
become a domestic goddess

swanning about in a kimono
making tea being very zen
instead of mending fences

by next christmas
she could be transformed 
in pink ruffles
with long lacquered nails
and a squeaky voice
tending to rose petals on the tree

then again

PS