For The Weekend

Sad Cafe

the change of season
brings blue

summer and its promise
gone

that small box of love
a dried flower now

wrapped in tissue
put away

and life goes on

The Germans march into Paris WW2. Citizens are forced to welcome them.

three word wednesday


his face
is ours
a mirror of emotion
trust is destroyed
an invasion rocks the soul
a tsunami of suffering
must be endured
and
we are changed

forever
forever
forever

For The Weekend

As Cosmo is my only fair dinkum commenter , I guess this is for him!

Rall's Laid Back Shack

things have gotten out of control
at Rall's laid back shack

her live in gardener
is  suffering
from an acute case of
laid backness

he could stay here watch the ants
crawl in single file in the sunshine for months
contemplate the size of the olives
the grove, now the parrots' delicatessen

think about how he should mend fences
and slash jack in the beanstalk
summer grasses  lying under the red umbrella

the song of survival calls
ringing in his ears and
never far away in an economy
where you must now choose
between booze or electricity

the country folk have voted
it's candles and booze

sadly, we must wend our way back
to the busy life of bustling ants
the different species variety

17 Hippies play Frau Music

poetry jam and 3WW


Good grief!
Hippies have changed!
Where are the beaded bandana'd
dread lock'd boys basking in the sun
patches on their jean pockets
earrings and bong pipes

Groovin' German style!
A more sanitised disciplined version
oom pah pah and violins
versus laid back twangs and blues
Lets raise our glasses to them
Cheers!

China

3WW

he squints when he can't find his specs
all three pairs of them
our arguments peel paint off the walls
he cooks lasagna and sings in french
he does not lick his finger when he turns a page
(otherwise i would leave him)
he makes fresh orange juice every morning
buys flowers on Friday (not gerberas)
he knows to leave me be in my sad time
he is my rock i am his ocean