TANKA TUESDAY CHALLENGE NO 80 ...ALLITERATION TANKA

 

pale pink  and pretty
a soft stunning spring siren
blossoming beauty
she arrived today in oz
spring splendour is here at last

MLMM MONDAY WORDLE # 492

 happy passed found sheet curved duke princess downhill alone slight biscuit companion

a slight misunderstanding

the plain princess thought
she had found her ideal companion
in a duke
passed over for more beautiful girls
 by suitors so many times before
she was finally happy and excited
 at the  thought of meeting him
no more afternoon teas alone eating biscuits

however
the curved side whiskers
and  sheet  of  toilet paper peeping
out of his pocket was 
a turn off
all downhill from then on

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how lucky is this
two great australian icons
a good view also

During an official inspection by the Governor of Van Diemen's Land, 1838, Sir John Franklin, his wife Lady Jane Franklin, and the prison chaplain Reverend William Bedford, the inmates staged a coordinated act of mass defiance. [1, 2]

As the Reverend began to preach a sermon on salvation and reform, the leader of the convict group gave a signal. In perfect unison, up to 300 female convicts turned around, pulled up their skirts, bared their bottoms, and slapped them.

rebellious convicts
it is aussie heritage
not deferential

it's the only way
you can speak sometimes against
hate filled racism

WHAT"S GOING ON...FRIDAY WRITINGS # 242..POETS and STORYTELLERS UNITED

 

kindness

both joy and pain
when you realise that
you only receive it from
strangers
the nearest
not always the dearest
if not for strangers
kindness would indeed be
a stranger

THE SKEPTICS KADDISH # 226

 Tanaga Form

she should have left them sooner
afraid of not having friends
was always a late bloomer
far too quick to make amends

TANKA TUESDAY CHALLENGE NO 79

Emotional Expression

Japanese poets often use color to express feelings rather than to define them explicitly. For instance, a poet might describe a scene with vibrant colors to convey joy or a muted palette to express sadness. This subtlety allows readers to interpret the emotions behind the words, creating a deeper connection to the poetry.

sitting in her drab

cluttered kitchen she day dreams
of a bright red one
that was fifty years ago
she never ever got oneliked red dresses too
red her favourite colour
she waited for him
but he never came for her 
didn't love her after all

it took quite a while
to recover but she did
some things don't work out

she now drives a van

a small hand painted red one
she likes all things red
red is a colour to
ward off evil so they say

MLMM MONDAY WORDLE # 491

 took much cash huge monkey shovel birthday grin back carry grab trailer

grab a shovel and a trailer
you wont need much cash
now with a huge monkey grin
wish yourself a happy birthday
don't carry on
take off 
don't look back

Waltzing Matilda

 

FRIDAY WRITINGS # 241....POETS and STORY TELLERS UNITED... CHANGE

 

THINGS HAVE CHANGED

IT'S A DIFFERENT WORLD NOW

child's play 

in a different world
no cell phones
no internet
just tea parties
for your dolls

back then
this was everyones dream kitchen
it's still mine

eccentric maiden aunts
owned a budgie canary or cocky
they enjoyed a close relationship
with their birds

developing similarities

birthday cards
christmas cards

they came by mail
a lovely tradition
no longer

before television

the wireless
a magical source
of entertainment
of information
in every household

odds and ends
nothing was wasted
clothes were costly
before cheap imports

diy..make it your self
creativity
the mother of necessity

little girls
used to wear dresses
ribbon bows in their hair
they visited the library
they knew how to read

there were no insane demands

by big tech
on the individual

people knew how to talk
to each other
were not glued
to cell phones

W3 Prompt # 225....THE SKEPTICS KADDISH

PROMPT

An old woman blows out 78 candles on her birthday cake but one refuses to go out no matter how hard she blows. It burns with a blue flame and whispers a name she has not heard in 40 years Your poem is her conversation with that candle What does she decide to do: let it keep burning or pinch it out?

instantaneous reaction
was to throw the cake
out of the window
certainly not
pinch it out
and burn her fingers
certainly not

let it keep burning
she had mastered the art
of turning someone
into a pane of glass
so that they didn't exist

after all
she was the one
who taught her
by example
how to do it

 

WHATS GOING ON... https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot,com....A CONVERSATION....HAIBUN

GOING GENTLY BLOG...John Gray https://disasterfilm.blogspot.com

Winifred was my favourite of John's dogs

Finlay leading the Welsh terrier charge

A HAPPY DOG 

I was reading Yorkshire Pud's blog last night and was reminded of  an area in Sheffield I used to know very well. YP rented an allotment off Hagg Hill, which was the back road between the surburbs of Crooks and Walkley and Rivlin Valley which led into Hillsborough.

At rush hour these essentially country roads were often gridlocked with commuters so  the usual five minute journey across the valley could take a frustrating half hour or so.
Back in 2002, we had only one dog, a bouncy, lively Welsh Terrier called Finlay.
Finlay loved Traffic jams , for it was the only time he was " allowed" to drive the car.
Ok when I say drive the car, he used to sit on my knee with his paws on the steering wheel and his head sometimes out of an open window, a position of power where he could  watch the world move slowly by as we edged our way through the traffic home.
His happiness of this simple little treat always made my day.
On one of these treat days, We were spotted by the traffic police. I never saw the police car behind me, so the sharp knock on the window threw me slightly
I wound down the window fully and Finlay stuck his head out to say hello to a slightly amused policeman

" What are you doing?" the policeman asked as Finlay smiled broadly at him with big goo goo eyes.
" He likes to drive" I said lamely
" Has he passed his test?" The policeman asked
" well  no but , I do the pedals for him " I tried to be funny
" In the back" the policeman ordered with a smile, and before he walked back to his car he kissed a very happy Finlay very gently on the head.”

a conversation
with a charming policeman
would so make my day 

come to think of it
it's unlikely to happen
down under in Oz

sweet charming  police
are not a feature down here
as they are elswhere

TANKA TUESDAY CHALLENGE NO# 77

cats tread carefully
seeking comfort and safety
they know the best place

CINQUAIN

sometimes
an old suitcase
will do to stay safe and
hide away in puss can't be too
careful

this garden could be
full of goblins a cat must
proceed with caution

MLMM... Monday Worldle # 490

 forecast bed sighed neck head  part laid dashing give morning  warmth always

she sighed

he was so dashing
the  irresistible warmth of his neck
his head resting against hers
luring her to bed

part of her
wanted to get laid

wanted to give her all
but that familiar little forecast bell
tinkling
will you still love me you in the morning
was  always a warning

RXC #443...FRIDAY WRITINGS POETS and STORYTELLERS UNITED # 420

an ordinary life
with moments of joy and meaning

real wealth
real love
ordinary is special
seek it out 
cherish it

The Skeptic's Kaddish...W4 Prompt # 224

 

love is
lovelier the

second
third
fourth
time around
oh dear
and it's happening
 again
fly me to the moon
and let me play among
the stars
oh well
more space travel
again
what is this thing called love
oh no

it had to be you

Tanka Tuesday N0 76

 SEADNA....CELTIC VERSE

spring will sing her  sweet song so soon
wretched winter's  been too cold
aching bones bundled fast in furs
spring's salvation for the old

let autumn loose in the far north
they've had a sizzling summer
a new experience for them
let's hope autumn's a stunner

MLMM MONDAY WORDLE # 489

none love three final dream angry thoughts haven peace once if why

no angry thoughts
none
just a little love
three things
 is all she asks
her final dream
a haven of peace
for  once
if only
why not

 

 

Friday Writings # 239....Poets and Story Tellers United

bones 
start to creak a little
picking up things from off the floor
seems to take a long time

picking herself up
is even harder

 

bending over is not so easy either
she uses a bath chair
to wash her feet in the shower
it is strange knowing
she is the same age as old people
yet another reality
she must come to terms with