MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL

Christmas - 3WW

 

an echo
of sadness
of hardship
reverberates
in the moment

the cold stable
wooden doors
creaking

animals
softly moaning
shuffling
in the straw

on this night
a love was born
that will haunt
the world forever

Haiku Heights

 

no one is at home

our wish has come true we can

keep all the presents

 

 

how can I tell her

these are the divorce papers

not her xmas wish

 

 

 

he was a mistake

i'm going to send him back

to the wish fairy

 

what will daddy say

i wish we had not seen this

mummy hates reindeers

 

 

who is this dreamboat

looks familiar i would say

on cosmo's wish list

Mark Lang

For The Weekend

The Road To Berry...3WW

Lloyd Rees
It had been years
since she took the
road to Berry
Her life had always
lead her relentlessly
North
never
South

Driving a borrowed
turbo charger winding
through the venus  mounds
made famous
 by Rees and Whitely




She streaked along
to her favourite music
Happy to be alive

Berry had changed
The world had caught up
No longer a sweet little village
its conference centres and
concrete excrescences were
an abnormal blight upon
its once peachy skin
with few remaining gems

At a little craft shop
she ordered a lavish treat
 a devonshire tea
settling in to daydream
and stare at the passersby
Not even the rude
thin lipped waitress
could spoil her nice day

Luxuriating in strawberry jam
and clotted cream scones
She looked up and saw it

The Sign
It said 863 kms to ...

A dark cloud crossed the sun
and suddenly a leaden sadness
dangled weighing down her eyelids
She wanted to crawl into bed
and stay submerged for several months

It was happening again


Brett Whitely

                      

Terra Firma

i wandered lonely
as a cloud being careful
not to touch the ground


you're living in the clouds
they said
not a good place for a person's head
you'll never fit in if you stay like that
you must be practical and matter of fact

grounded grounded grounded
was the ringing in my ears
grounded grounded grounded
or it's the valley of tears my dear

stuck in terra firma such an awful place to be
fixated  overrun with naval gazers
not star gazers or moon trippers are we
mean and petty vicious and trite
so much cruelty acting out of spite

misery was the morning song
interminable nights and the days
oh so long

 so I hopped back on the milky way
said goodbye and stayed that way
moon beam dancing in the clouds
will return to earth for my burial
in a shroud