Winter

Cinquain

winter
best viewed on a
large flat screen tv set
sipping cool drinks and wearing a
sarong

Shadorma







cough and sneeze
fog on church windows
hymns and prayers
organ fugue
the vicar drones on and on
sunday in winter

Haiku 

the winter of life
sometimes arrives unexpectedly
always a surprise




Tanka

a warm smile
can thaw winter icicles
in a frozen heart
sadly little warmth or kindness
exists in this cold hard world


Midweek Motif - Poets United





 
 

My Country (I Love a Sunburnt Country) [lyrics] For The Weekend

Claudio Bravo


Sunburnt Country


hanging out with friends
after a hard day's yakka
her favourite thing

rain drops without roses
would be appreciated
it's drier than a dead dingo's donger

french washes and baths
measured in ice cream containers
oh the joy of country life

the wide brown land
is getting burnt to a crisp
and it's not yet summer







for  all those in nsw
whose dreams are going up in flames
stay strong - rain will come

Authenticity

scammmers know no bounds
everyone is a target
modern day corruption







forgers are clever
it's hard to tell authentic
experts not as smart





it looks real
it's even got fake blood
it tastes like meat
but what pc advocates
will never accept
is
this is not
this will never be
a real burger






an authentic christian
he is not
like  many of his kind
he's lost the plot
nothing is sacred
to this ignorant clown
the statue  of liberty
is leaving town






Midweek Motif  - Poets United

Poetry Tuesday

OLD - 5 November

age history evolution geology childhood rust nostalgia wisdom
whichever direction you want to take it


to live a life
to survive
is in itself
an achievement



“If I had known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself.”
― Mae West


god in his wisdom
decides our expiry date
in spite of our best made plans

it might be an idea
to confront  mortality
sooner rather than later
but who has the time

growing old
is a privilege
each day a bonus

Sunday Muse # 80

pussy cat pussy cat
where have you been

i've been to london
to see the queen

pussy cat pussy cat
what did you there

i dropped some acid
without any care

and now i find myself askance
bedraggled disembodied unravelled
in france

i went and took  the wrong train  home
oh where oh where is my mobile phone 

alone in this  room with diddums the cat
who refuses point blank to sit on the mat

i wonder what will happen to me
i wish i'd said no thanks just tea

Alison Krauss - Baby Now That I've Found You

Late Night Thoughts







i thought i had found you
but it was just a flash
of fool's gold


unreal unworkable impossible
and
ever so magnetically appealing
so much so
that it became all consuming
every waking hour
finding you spreadeagled
across my mind


when i hear a song
like this one late at night
in the dark
in the quiet
by the glow of the fire
i sometimes wonder
what we would have been like
together


i can only think
we would have been
ecstatically happy
but these thoughts
were mine alone

so

with heavy heart
i sink into the cushions
fall asleep
awake to the sounds of the city
of garbage bins and trucks outside
jump starting the grind of the day
and never think about you again
(until the next time )


written with thanks
for the one
who made me feel special
for a little while

Danse Macabre

the dead
summoned from their graves
party and dance all night long
in the morning they return
to wait another year



midweek motif - Poets United