For The Weekend

A Quatern Message In A Bottle

She sat looking out to the sea
Espied a wine bottle with glee
An expensive one bought from a store
Washed up and in tact to the shore

The letter the colour of tea
She sat looking out to the sea
The printing was old and quite feint
An elegant script with a taint

Feeling so sad and quite proper
Forced it back in with a stopper
She sat looking out to the sea
T' was a lover's ode to cherie

Floating it back out on the wave
Bobbing ebbing to a shell cave
For someone who wants it not me
She sat looking out to the sea

whine that splinters glass
she is the end of the world
a slick welsh blow in

fake sincerity
delivered with earnestness
lies - second nature

a redhead's revenge
instigates a coup d'etat
laughs then nicks the crown

a nation swindled
her house of cards will topple
writing on the wall

next election - out
the end of her world is nigh
back to union crims

Dame Elizabeth Murdoch 1909 - 2012

She had been a widow for sixty years
The gorgeous brave 'babe with arms'
who followed her heart at 19
for a much older man
Her love for her husband
gave her strength
every day of her long life

Compassionate kind generous
intelligent humorous humble
and irresistibly charming
a great great Grandmother
with 73 direct descendants
who occasionally
" took the slipper"
to her very famous son.

A modern day Saint
A refined lovely woman
not without
A cheeky twinkle with the faintest hint
of Aussie irreverence

Our revered philanthropist
Champion of the Arts and
Angel to our sick children

Dame Elizabeth Murdoch
You will be missed
Our nation will mourn you
R. I. P.

Dverse Three Word Wednesday

with the flood
the harvest
turned to mushy fluid
the battle for survival
begins

reap what you sow
we did that
didn't work out

do unto to others
as you would have them
do unto you
we did that too
didn't work out either

For the Weekend...Secret Confessions

i miss being young
some teenage dreamers never
 grow up completely

i should be ashamed
at watching this sugar frost
crap but i love it

turning my nose up
sneering at the ordin'ry
in secret i'm one

i still do the moves
the singing with the hairbrush
i'm a star star star

i hide kierkegaard
in case they think i'm a nerd
which i also am

Haiku Heights

 

thunder clouds rumble

eyes flash lightning bolts of pain 

hell hath no fury

 

like a woman scorned

the thick black sky bursts apart

unleashing demons