For The Weekend

Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille - MLMM

SYDNEY

gales of dust
wild windstorms
trees upturned

ferries cancelled
planes cancelled
trains cancelled

health warning
for asthmatics
stay indoors

two days now
have plenty of food water grog
christmas cake mince pies
candles movies music
could hold up here for a month
easily





thanks nana for the advice
no matter what
always have provisions
water and  cash
never talk to strangers
never open an umbrella indoors
never read coffee grains ( only tea leaves )
never look up at the sky on valentines day
(if you see a robin flying overhead you'll end up marrying a sailor)
if you break a mirror bury the shards in the moonlight
(otherwise seven years bad luck )
never attempt to make mayonnaise if you are menstruating
never leave the house without wearing clean underwear
(in case you get hit by a bus)
and always have cab fare

grandmas are treasures
sensible and strange advice
passed down through  the ages

Poetry Pantry - Poets United

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there was a little monkey
who did not like shampoo
and when you watch this video
you'll understand why too

Midweek Motif - Poets United

I am an Amearican too Robert
I have orange hair and a big fan club
No one calls me God over here
Although I do have it written on my t shirt
to remind everyone

Haiku Horizons

discarded toy truck
good sleeping arrangements for
a couple of snails

A Cento

The poems massacred are:

Supermarket in California - Alan Ginsberg

Pied Beauty - Gerard Manly Hopkins

This poem was written when I first started my blog. I was much more adventurous nine years ago I think.

With a headache I dream
wandering in and out of
the brilliant stacks of cans
following you-

Where are we going?
the doors close in an hour
Charon quit poling the ferry

I saw you Walt Whitman
Praise him
lonely old grubber
eyeing the grocery boys
Glory be to God for dappled things
what peaches and what penumbras!

every frozen delicacy
chestnut falls finches'wings
rose -moles all in stipple upon trout
sweet sour
whatever is fickle or freckled
bananas
at what price?

i heard you asking questions
lonely old courage teacher
self conscious looking at the full moon
dreaming of your enumerations
on the black waters of Lethe

Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America?
You got out on a smoking bank
I stood watching the boat disappear

We'll both be lonely
poking among the meats in the refrigerator

Who killed the pork chops?

And you,Garcia Lorca
Are you my Angel?
What were you doing down by the watermelons?

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Stevie Wonder - Don't you worry bout a thing For The Weekend

Don't you worry bout a thing
Enjoy the weekend