Sunday Muse # 151

 

 surreal artwork  - Ronald Ong 

 

in her own world

lush rich and colourful

she thrives

 

to survive

she must visit the other world

dangerous and heartless

 

she does her best

to remain invisible

WRITERS PANTRY # 61

Weekly Scribblings # 60: Troubled Relationships:

 family feuds

a  familiar story

not exclusive to royalty 

failed approval rating

wrong colour

wrong country

wrong religion

wrong profession

wrong class 

wrong family

wrong school

unacceptable

unsuitable divorcee

 

ho hum 

more tea vicar?

Poets And Story Tellers United

Bobby Womack - California Dreaming

 

first day of autumn

a fleeting wet summer 

without bush fires

for a welcome change

gone in a flash 

time to put away 

the surfing gear

dig out the winter clothes

 freeze lots of pea and ham soup

resolve to talk less smile more

and bob's your uncle

 

Weekly Scribblings # 59

Weekly Scribblings # 58 PSU

 

 

 

 the earth venus and jupiter

lined up

in the foreboding universe

in view

of a red bleak hostile mars

waiting 

for another earthling  catastrophe knowing their propensity

to wreck

destroy and most likely pollute yet another planet

again

*A waltmarie is a ten-line poem in which the even lines are all two syllables in length and form their own mini-poem if read separately.

Already Dead - Earthweal Weekly Challenge

 

 

saturday  evening on the beach

getting our feet wet 

watching the waves

as the breeze whips up the salty spray

to the cries of seagulls

the day  i am not bowled over

by the magnificence of  God's creation

know i am already dead 

Writers' Pantry # 58

Bill Withers - Lovely Day (Official Audio)

 

 Weekly Scribblings # 57

 1938 -  2020

 bill withers lights up 

every day with a sunburst

and a constellation of dance

he will never be forgotten

his music is a reason for getting up in the morning

to begin another lovely day

Sunday Muse # 147

 

 

there was only one horse

the big one

took ages to make

we were counting on

their greed and stupidity

 it was very cramped in there

high summer and soldiers feet

not an ideal combination

when  they hauled us in through the gates

 we knew victory was ours

happened thousands of years ago

and they are still telling everyone

to beware of us bearing gifts

 

Sore Losers !