Poetic Asides...November 7

Prompt ...Poem for a plant

My fingers ache
My quicks are torn
My eyelids droop
with fatigue
My legs are on automatic pilot
running up and down stairs
I would like to fall into a bath
full of frangipani and wild jasmine
but I will choose the lone tiny cactus
sitting on the sill to honour
It thrives regardless
so grateful for a few drops of water
to quench its crew cut needles
so reliable I don't need to get a plant sitter
sits in a closed up room for weeks on end
and is always pleased to see me when
I come home
I like its defiance.

Poetic Asides...November 6

Prompt...blanket,covering or covered

A blanket of nicotine
sitting at the desk
coughing and spluttering
the reek of cigarette smoke
wafting in through the window
enough to kill a brown dog
mongrels to the left chainsmoking
mongrels to the right chainsmoking
hanging out of windows
a xmas tree of lit fags
dropping like fire rain
from heaven upon the place beneath
on my car
an endless shuffle of itnerants
Right,I'm sealing all the windows
I 've got this covered
forgot to take into account the need for air
one needs to breathe in a Sydney summer
OK (cough).... I'm moving out(cough) today!

Poetic Asides...November 5

Prompt.....Growth

My hair has finally grown
I'm no longer blonde
au naturel for the first time
in decades and oh so much
grey
To dye or not to dye
that is the question
whether it is more bearable
to be grey or tolerate the
excruciating chat of a hairdresser
a visit to whom is filled with dread
I've tried at least twenty
The pain to be beautiful is too much
I will grow old disgracefully and grey
My pets are looking adoringly at me
It has nothing to do with meal time
They just know

Poetic Asides...November 4

Personal Challenge for Poetic Asides is to write a poem in five minutes.If it took longer I would not be able to commit to writing thirty of them.
Prompt...Maybe -

Maybe it's too late
to mend broken friendships
to forgive and forget
to learn ballet
to be demure
to flutter my eyelashes
to ride a bike across Europe
Probably...
Maybe it's too late
to be a free spirit
and run away with
the long hair'd Italian cellist
Definitely not...

Poetic Asides...November 3

Prompt Day 3...Positive Aspects about November

November

First surf of the season
Melbourne Cup Lunch
Numero Uno's Birthday
Night Jasmin blossoms
Cherry and Mango season
Mince tarts and iced fruit cake
are already on the shelves

Buttercup and Brown Pear
commit wicked sins of
over indulgence and
Xmas shopping giving
credit cards a good work out
on books and more books
some women like earrings
I wear books
my ear lobes are dragging
along the ground

VILLANELLE

Another easy riddle...Who am I?

You promised to love me forever
You lied and married another
May suffering follow us together

You slew the dragon and leisured
I got the fleece for your father
You promised to love me forever

You said your marriage was unpleasur'd
A princess was spoilt and a bother
May suffering follow us together

I covered her robes in poison'd feathers
You wont destroy me I'd rather smother
You promised to love me forever

The unspeakable struck like monstrous weather
A crime committed against all mothers
You promised to love me forever
May suffering follow us together

I AM WATCHING YOU AND LISTENING TO YOU

THE DANGERS OF BLOGGING
I AM WATCHING AND LISTENING TO YOU

Entering my blog
is like coming into my
house sans door
Anyone may enter
look around, snoop
go through my underwear drawer
take what they like
but can't make a mess or
put nasty messages under my pillow
I'm not sure if I should be living here.

( I wrote this when I first started blogging in 2009)


ADDENDUM 14/5/2011
Well
little did I know of the
DANGER of blogging
My instincts were right almost two years ago.

You can have every conversation listened to
and viewing of your life's most intimate moments through
your computer without your knowledge.It could ruin your life ( if you had an interesting one i.e.)

REMEMBER to BLOCK the WEB CAM and MICROPHONE and NEVER leave anything slightly compromising or any personal information on a computer which can be hacked into and stolen by evil poetry technonerds.