Turn Back The Clock

say that it not too late
life is passion this is fate

i'm outta my mind with worry
im not waiting i'm in a hurry

my sights are only set on you
hurt,i know you'll put me through

will accept the outcome come what may
a poet's life is not a passion play

say that it's not too late for us
ah zut i've gone and missed the bus

Thrill Seeker

3 word wednesday...dependence,rumple, kept

Ride the Wave Babe
the mantra
rhythmically pounding
like bongo drums
in his head

he just kept going
kept arching forward
his hair rumpled
by the gale force wind
whistling through his ears
his heart in his mouth

that dependence on
the thrill
the thrill
the thrill
could kill

but blissing out
on the ride was
staying alive
staying alive
staying alive

For The Weekend

Into The Wild

3WW draft locate serenity

he searched for serenity
he wanted freedom

he tried to locate it
in the wonders of nature

he placed human connection
into the draft folder

he rowed down rapids
read lots of books

he talked to apples and horses
and in the end and too late

he realised it was there all along
there... in your loving embrace

Dire Straits

my muses are a treat
they love me and leave me
two have left and the third
is in high wire training

walking on a red line
for thousands of miles is
not for the faint hearted

i see him dangling
from a bright red wire
over outer Mongolia
his taut body outlined
against the green countries

he is not skilled enough
to make it all the way back
he cannot dangle there forever
he will need to sprout wings
become an angel

FOR THE WEEKEND

TANKA
5 7 5 7 7

you must come to see
the turquoise waves,white shell sand
the great ancient plains
and then we'll fly to the east
wear sarongs and watch legong

Duck For Dinner

3WW...growl hype justify

He growled at her
She knew she would not
be spared his rage
None of the hype and
rhetoric could justify
his insults
It was her turn
to be served up
like roast duck
on a platter