she likes all souls day
trick or treat
spooky witch
gives her new broom a try out
meets up with old mates
danse macabre
she just loves to dance
with the dead
skeletons
return when the dawn cock crows
till same time next year
she likes all souls day
trick or treat
spooky witch
gives her new broom a try out
meets up with old mates
danse macabre
she just loves to dance
with the dead
skeletons
return when the dawn cock crows
till same time next year
sadness
overwhelming
put it in a big box
send it out to sea forever
floating
pandora
made a big mistake
don't open
leave it be
keep looking at the blue sky
upwards and onwards
Cinquain and Shadorma
FRIDAY WRITINGS # 100...POETS and STORYTELLERS UNITED
have the gift of a powerful imagination
the mundane made sublime
no need to visit le louvre
she wakes up to it every day
at the end of her bed
to the accompaniment of currawongs
and almost always a blue sky
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
we are surrounded by it
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pink foxglove
in a maiden's hair
so pretty
a spring treat
fashion item at the turn
of the last century
jacaranda trees
wisteria's rival wins
hands down every time
in a world gone mad
our salvation
domesticate
support
promote
shatter
pledge
customize
aromatic
fantastical
magnet/ic
portrait
animation
tease
i wrote this poem... WHY?
to promote this gorgeous cat's portrait
as wonder cat of the year
i pledge to support intellectual
well read domesticated cats
shatter the customized myth
that cats are without animation
just teasers only interested in
aromatic fresh seafood
cats have fantastical magnetic personalities
are loving good companions
make the best friends one could ever have
every home should have one
A German Shepherd, Doberman and a cat have died.
All three are faced with God who wants to know what they believe in.
The German shepherd says: "I believe in discipline training and loyalty to my master."
"Good," says God. "Then sit down on my right side. Doberman, what do you believe in?"
The Doberman answers: "I believe in the love, care and protection of my master."
Ah," said God. "You may sit to my left."
Then he looks at the cat and asks, "And what do you believe in?"
The cat answers: "I believe you're sitting in my seat."
change your hotel then
was her response to complaints
we didn't of course
we were spoilt rotten
we were on a good wicket
thanks to poor ole gran
lovely daffodils
heralding the spring season
a sea of yellow
morning walks
a spring colour hit
beautiful
imagine
a world without flowers
a light would go out
smile maker
a simple jug of
mixed flowers
works wonders
in this horror stricken world
thank God for flowers
naughty little witch
dreaming up forms to confound
her poetry fans
smiling away in the shade
of an old oak tree (i think:)