Wednesday, December 31, 2014

he’ll turn himself in

                                                                                 Attribution: Koshy Koshy
Image: Keeping Coy in Politeness (here)

3WW given words:
resolute promise jovial

resolute in his resolve
he promised himself
come the new year
he’ll turn himself in

no that’s not what he meant
no mistaking
he did not do anything wrong
neither is he a crook

it’s just that
he wants to prove to himself
he’s meant for better odds

he’s jovial
nice looking guy
pleasant in attitudes
of very good bearing
why can’t he be revered
and admired
despite his faults

yes, there are faults
but only unto himself
not impinging on others
basking in his own glory
and friends to many
yes, why not!

he has got his resolutions
all worked out
needs a little polishing though
but just about time!

Happy New Year everybody!

For Thomg's 3WW week #408

it rises and falls to the beat

                                                                                            Attribution: Daniel Aragay
Image: Wild dancing styles (here)

The given words
few music grip  rise fall water bed
embrace steam feather shadow

few will consider it as music
it may grip the imagination
it rises and falls to the beat
but not causing much reaction

give a water-bed a chance
it is likely to do the same
it’ll embrace some movements
with perhaps lots of steam

while bed of feathers of old
a shadow of the current ones
more pleasant we are told
but are they still in production?

so also this new dance craze
no not a new Gangnam style
but making a lot of waves
youngsters left to their guile

For grapeling's hosting at Real Toads
-  get listed final for 2014

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Soaking it in by the shore

                                                                                            Attribution: Laurie -Smith
Image: Light-house Inside (here)

How did it come by
Nobody knew
A treasured find
Floating like a cork
bobbing in the sea

Like a rubber dingy
tossed about in a storm
It had come a long way

Lying forlornly like a sun-bather
Soaking it in by the shore
The two boys  picked it up
like a ragged doll

Chucked it off
Of no value to them

You picked it up uncorked it open
With bated breath perhaps a map 
A pirate’s lair of untold riches

What did you find inside?
A light-house of no consequence
The two boys gave the cue earlier
Unwittingly they made a good decision
No free lunch made easy
Better luck next time!

For Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
 - Light-house in a bottle
Picture prompt #41

Monday, December 29, 2014

Hope for a good year

                                                                                       Attribution: dave_7
Image: Forget What's Left Behind  (here)

Pure white on tree-tops
Stable but some still searching
Hope for a good year

Cold weather outside
Warmth blankets the family
Loved ones together

Working their hearts out for peace
Expecting break-through?

Despairing thoughts though
Rough times for business ahead
Gloomy scene for all

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #637  -  departing year

But I fight for my reputation!

                                                                                              Attribution: James Gathany
Image: The Black Widow

Note: The Black Widow so-called 
as it will devour its mate after mating

MLMM's given words:
draftsack(a bag of garbage, figuratively a big belly) mischief
conceit zinc fizzle brick strangle ridicule android intersection

You call me a draftsack is that it!
I’m not given to mischief
Neither am I a conceit
But I can well cause grief

I take a lot of zinc
More manly than my man
He said let’s  have a fling
I said that suits me fine

I’m not lethal
But I cause a lot of pain
My man told me to fizzle
Gobbled him later that’s my gain

I’m not a brick wall
Neither do I strangle
If you ridicule me at all
You’ll end up spread-eagled

My android’s a little edgy
I’m now at the intersection
I offer no apology
But I fight for my reputation

For Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Wordle # 41 and
Kerry's hosting at Real Toad's Open Link Monday

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Man must earn a living too, right?

Image:  Courtesy of Tess' Mag (here)

Bjorn's given words:
dawdle  -  to move slowly, languidly, or saunter.
frankincense  -  an aromatic gum resin for perfumes
noel - the Christmas season; yuletide.
manger  -  trough or an open box in which feed for livestock is placed.
binnacle -  a housing for a ship's compass and a lamp
 kafkaesque -  characterized by surreal distortion and a sense of impending danger
pachyderm  -  large, thick-skinned, mammals such as the elephant, rhinoceros

Not utterly concerned of life’s challenges
nor life’s problems
To nonchalantly dawdle pachyderm like
He moved ever so slowly
No sense of urgency
Nor a kafkaesque feel was  apparent
What a blessed soul to stomp about the earth

Heard say he was basking in wealth
at one time
Gave them away
on account of the noel festivities mostly
Now housed in a cubicle of a shelter
He got along he survived

An eccentric purchasing items not readily needed
Threw them away in a manger upon reaching home
That he did often times
A binnacle, a crate of frankincense and a host of others

The proprietor at the Pink Shop could just observe
when he made his purchases
shaking his head not really stopping him

Man must earn a living too, right?
It was all legit!

For Bjorn's lqw Worlde #17 and
Tess' Magpie Tales #251 

Regret often the wages of blunder

                                                                                           Attribution: Peter Trimming
Image: A Red Squirrel (here)

The given words:
silent holy arrival alone chime stray
plain laughing ingest scar sigh pale

Silent as a holy sage meditating in the night
Its arrival alone on the quiet without a chime
A stray or perhaps a straggler looking for a bite
Not bothered of the cold but bidding its time

Unlike the old lady with a stocked  larder
Plain to see it made a grave misjudgement
Sudden turn for the worse of the weather
Meant an empty stomach in hibernation

No laughing matter with none to ingest
A scar on its conscience of a failed winter
Sigh! Pale element lacking foresight to invest
Utter regret often the wages of blunder

Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl 
Wordle # 193

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Such is beauty of nature

                                                                                      Attribution: Margaret Bednar
Image: Courtesy of Margaret's (here)

Three of a kind amazing
Bathed in colors stunning
Surprisingly not even green
How they are normally seen

With all the whites around
Reminder of Autumn’s brown
Such is beauty of nature
Not to just disappear

Whether brown or green
Mysterious and lean
A constant reminder
Nature can feign anger

For Margaret's hosting at Real Toad's
Artistic Interpretations  -  simply beautiful!

Friday, December 26, 2014

Catch a falling star!

                                                                                                 Attribution: Lokilech
Image: Starfish (here)

Dotted all over
Of brilliance on starry nights
Catch a falling star

Light on moving goals
Ambitions set in motion
Reaching for the stars

Hidden talents sought
Dormant but yet striving out
And a star is born!

For Chev's CARPE DIEM # 634  -  star

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Dreaming of a White Christmas

                                                                                   Author: Editor5807
Image: Shortly after Heavy snowfall  (here)

Note: Tanka on White Christmas

Odds stacked against it
Storm-battered days power cuts
Yearnings were stifled
Dreaming of a White Christmas
Sadly not fully fulfilled

For Chev's CARPE DIEM # 634  -  white christmas

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

An obligation that everyone has a stake

                                                                                            Photo: Michelle M Dickson
Image: The Pro- Bowl Tackle (here)

brilliant fervent thoughtful
Real Toads
bah humbug

Is it not a brilliant idea to provide for everyone
Is it not an obligation that everyone has a stake
Where does it say one is at liberty to have fun
When it is only men who get to enjoy the cake

Take volleyball hockey golf athletics even soccer
Where the fairer sex have excelled to great heights
Whether individual or team games does it matter
Women as a sports personality have all the rights

Do not think certain games only men should marvel
It may just be thoughtful to offer women their all
A fervent hope to bring equality to a higher level
Fair dinkum bah humbug how about American football?

For Isadora's hosting at Real Toads
and Thomg's at 3WW week #407

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

He had to go before daybreak

                                                                              Author: US Fish and Wildlife Service
Image:  Sunrise Over the Desert (here)

Bjorn's given words:
absinthe -  strong alcoholic drink that is green and has a bitter taste
joss  -   thin stick of incense burned to produce a pleasant smell
tinsel  -  pieces of shiny material used as decoration at Christmas
idler  -  not working or being used
riptide  -  tide that opposes other tides causing a violent disturbance at sea
bluey  -  a bundle of possessions carried by a drifter
nutgall – a gall which forms inside the buds of hazel bushes due to 
presence of mites causing the buds to enlarge

Crimson yellow peeping over the horizon
Getting brighter by the minute but not fully
Just stirring up still dizzy feeling alone
It was already sunrise birds chirping incessantly

Effects of the absinthe made his head heavy
Incense from the joss-stick he wanted to dismiss
Felt like throwing up but kept his senses luckily
He had to go before daybreak he had promised

An idler not used to staying on the job for long
Helped with tinsel tying and decorations last night
Riptide of thoughts he was not where he belonged
His bluey on the ready waiting just to take flight

His inflamed nose still stinging as big as a night-gall
As yet to receive the stipend he was to get later
No reason to kiss the buds but how he regretted it all
For helping out but no one seemed to bother

For Bjorn's lqw wordle # 16 and
Magaly's Open Link Monday

Monday, December 22, 2014

Impacting on luckless souls

                                                                                Attribution: Arches National Park
Image: Giant  Hairy Desert Scorpion (here)

the given words:
scorpion swelter desert ventilation cactus 
drumble (moving a slow or sluggish manner) 
bankrupt vile spectrum bead 

Ever seen a scorpion sweltering in the sun
Not any sun but in the hot and burning desert
Where morning dew could boil in minutes done
It crawled in drumble movements in little spurts

Sought ventilation just as some deprived homeless
A cactus perhaps or some concealed dim lit holds
Bankrupt of ideas but for both will to survive endless
Vile ways of society impacting on luckless souls

Spectrum of honor befitting those who slogged
Faced with unjust world of unscrupulous racketeers
Could be up against a solid wall strongly blocked
Where beads of sweat did not match their endeavors

For Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
Wordle #40 and
Magaly's at Open Link Mondays

Sunday, December 21, 2014

As a painting on canvas

                                                                                         Attribution: Brocken Inaglory
Image: Mesquite Dunes in Death Valley National Park (here)

Note: Mesquite Flats Sand Dunes is a fascinating and beautiful location especially in the morning at sunrise.. The beautiful sunsets, with the low angle of the sun bringing out color and texture of the dunes, and the Grapevine Mountains, providing a wonderful backdrop, are only out done by the even more spectacular and colorful sunrises.Death Valley holds the record for the hottest place on earth.- Wiki

The given words: 
eyes high choice always help burn 
panic sweet talk perform snag thousand

Pleasant to the eyes as a painting on canvas
From a distance it looks forgiving and inviting
Reputed to be the hottest place on earth
High fifties celsius of temperature prevailing

Still it is a visit of choice as a tourist attraction
Always a draw to experience extreme provocation
Does not help to alleviate some burning sensations
Nothing to panic for it is a normal reaction

Grapevine Mountains, imposing in the distance
A picturesque spectacle of nature’s beauty
Sweet talk of its grandeur a normal occurrence
To outperform the snag against reality

Sand dunes of a thousand patterns on the ground
With capture during sunsets of its attractive texture
Supporting colorful sunrises in spectacular fashion
Never a desolate place is expected to offer

For Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl Wordle # 192 and
Mary's at Poets United's Poetry Pantry #232

Saturday, December 20, 2014

What about the tree?

                                                                                         Attribution : Petr Kratochvil
Image: Decorations galore for sale (here)

Luxury of time
Not anymore sauntering
Christmas creeping by

White on the tree tops
Decorations and presents
Make it warm inside

Cookies and light stuff
What’s cooking in the kitchen
What about the tree?

For Chev's CARPE DIEM  -  christmas decorations and
Joseph's hosting at dVerse's  OpenLinkNight

Great mood for all concerned - an Essence

                                                                                               Attribution: Erik Cavarra
Image: Perfection even in training (here)

Essence, created by Emily Romano consists of two
lines of six syllables each.  There is an end rhyme
(rhyme at the end of the line) and an internal rhyme
(rhyme in the middle of the line)  -  mlmm

Golfer's Desire

Golfers pray all the time
Good play when weather’s fine

Yuletide cheer

Santa gave good presents
Great mood for all concerned

For Georgia's BJ's Shadorma and beyond  -  essence 
at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie  (mlmm)

Friday, December 19, 2014

All vying for a share

                                                                                                   Attribution: Jamsong
Image: Traditional Birthday Fare
for one year old Korean baby (here)

A birthday joy celebrated around the world
Festivities extending beyond
From youngsters to contending adults
All vying for a share

Fairly persistent
Bewitching or bitching but a constant
It is an annual affair
Like it or not
One gets his own share

It is there lurking
One gets it on the anniversary
The question is,

 ‘Are you thinking of a birthday party for your goodself
 Are you not happy to just let it go pass unnoticed
Are you not letting them wonder
Is it not playing into the bewitching
or bitching syndrome?’

A revelation of one’s aging or of having aged
All the efforts of plastic surgeries anti-wrinkle creams
Unwittingly thrown to the winds
All because grannies and gramps agree
To having ‘one thrown for them’
You may not have to!
All are but out in the open
A birthday party for the oldies!

For Gay's hosting at d'Verse's MTB  -  birthday poems

Thursday, December 18, 2014

How very graceful

                                                                                                Attribution: adrian8_8
Image: Speed Skating fast and furious (here)

Swirling jumping and
landing without stopping such
a joy most aptly

Makes it look easy
Poetry in motion silent
sensuous spectacle

How very graceful
As an eagle snooping by
Swooping  for the kill

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #628  -  ice skating

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Disgusted none of it he left not looking back!

                                                                                                 Attribution: Joe Mabel
Image: Inside a Bar (here)

Red Wolf Poems:
stillness time sacred shallowness
mandala fading moody tobacco

alive glaring misty

Poets United:

Boisterous crowd very alive tonight
Not the stillness of an evening stroll
Music blaring in keeping with the tide
Unwieldy slips jiving to an awakened soul

Time to be together most precious
Sacred endeavors all for a good time
Though shallowness of jibes still obvious
What of it for young folks keeping in line

Seated around in  somewhat  mandala fashion
What he had in mind all along for a tortured soul
Crudely unperturbed but a perfect ambiance
Sadness fading moody still but steadfastly bold

Misty tobacco smoke swirling in abundance
A tinge of weed aroma he could faintly detect
Glaringly his mood dive changed so sudden
Disgusted none of it he left not looking back

For Susan's hosting at Poets United Midweek Motif  -  music
Thomg's at 3WW week #406 and
Irene's at Red Wolf Poems We Wordle #33

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Suddenly everyone were shocked!

                                                                   User: Itsmine
Image: The NY Stock Exchange  (here)

More than a munching and hard to stomach
More than just a mouthful leading to the New Year
Bread and butter issues seem to take center stage lately

Events dogged the headlines
Some found themselves in awkward and dangerous situations
Some others  punished violently
Physically they were life threatening or lives were snuffed
Hostage taking in Sydney which left 3 dead
Taliban attacks on schoolchildren with 129 dead
Suddenly everyone were shocked
But these were the immediate

Far worst came by earlier centered on killings
Garner in Staten Island
Brown in Ferguson
Rice from Cleveland
Compounded by unpopular Grand Jury decisions
That tore into the very fabric of race relations

Interspersed in between a Senate hearing
on waterboarding brought torture into the open

No fear for everyone else were likely to be tortured too!
Further and for far longer not unlike those at Guantanamo

Oil dropped to an unimaginable USD52 per barrel
With a prediction of a mind-boggling USD32 in 2 year’s time
And the Dow bubble hovering at 17,000 to plunge
to 6000 also in 2 years
Economic implications and trade imbalances
would bring issues impacting on life in general
and when the US sneezed we
 in other parts of the world got the cold too

Bread and butter issues would greatly
feature from now on and Wall Street pundits were already smirking
 ‘don’t say we didn’t tell ya!’

For Grace's hosting at d'Verse Poetics:  bread

Monday, December 15, 2014

Youngsters with hopes

                                                                                  Author: Clement C Moore
Image: Santa with his Reindeer (here)

The given words:
aloof misshapen skim brume(mist,fog) envelope emblem
discreet anonymous clock throb chantage(Blackmail) temples

Aloof with the misshapen idea of creating angels
Aloof for not being seen
Extending the goodness of happiness
Skimming the brume of the darken skies
That envelops the nights
An emblem of honor

Smiles as wide as the blessed soul
Still accomplishing it most discreetly
Anonymous through the years
Santa and his reindeer
around the clock
But only for fleeting moments

That is how he is remembered
Images of his presence playing on the minds
Youngsters with hopes
Asking for the world
Asking even for the impossible

For all the ho! ho! ho! spirit and festivities
Keeping them alive through the ages
Parents faithfully slogged
To meet the aspirations of their wards

Happiness throbbing in their hearts
More than made up for all their parent's sweat
In getting bigger stockings
To stoke the anticipations
Of a great present

Some children can impose certain chantage elements
But parents being parents take them for love
Temples of faith for the believers
Greenery of thankfulness
Are what parents hope for 
Early Christmas feel blowing in the air

For Yves' hosting at Mindlovemisery's 
Menagerie Wordle # 39

Sunday, December 14, 2014

He ended in a crumpled mess

                                                                                              Attribution: Diego Goez
Image: A Drunk on the ground (here)

Bjorn's given words:
algid- cold chilly
hoy- a barge used in harbors 
vale- a valley
browbeat- to intimidate 
poromeric- synthetic leather substitutes.
scintilla- a minute particle
nightshade- of solanaceous plants 

Lost in the wilderness
In utter silence
Not unlike in a drunken stupor
Algid in repose
Time stood still

In his semi-conscious state
He was painfully aware
It was peaceful
A vale in the morning mist
He laid still as on a hoy

Flashbacks of the night before
played on his mind

Browbeaten into submission
Kind words followed with violence
Poromeric and rubber hoses
Used lavishly

Not a scintilla of remorse
On their part but
He ended in a crumpled mess
Even nightshade torn from the ground
Found his puffy eyes and swollen lips
All because of an innocent remark…

For Bjorn's hosting at #lqw wordle #15 and
Marian's Open Link Monday at Real Toads

Angels without a care in the world

                                                                                         Attribution: Robert Doisneau
Image: Fair use Courtesy of Mag (here)

The given words:
Spacecraft  spinning planets lunatics losers
forever angels endeavor say spread tangle

Spacecraft spinning out of control
Resembling a meteor hurtling to Earth
The planets are in a frenzy
There are a lot of wrong doings
A lot of happenings in the world
Righteousness is sidelined

The lunatics are having it their own way
Others are utterly confused
There are winners and losers
But not all are lost

The lovers are just as busy forever together
Angels without a care in the world
They care just for themselves
They exhibit their desires without recourse
They endeavor to show their feelings
To spread love and affections
Sometimes blatantly in public places
They come with a bang and say it
And they are fondly forgiven

Don’t mess around with those madly in love
Never get entangled
or to unnecessarily tangle with them
They live in their own sacred world!
They are happy
They expect others to be happy too!

For Tess' Magpie Tales #250 and
Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle # 191

They do it all wrong here

                                                                                               Attribution: Christina
Image: Exhibits in a museum (here)

I just can’t stand them and I mean them
All of them no exception!
Both those inside as well as those outside
Let’s talk of those inside first

They leave us by ourselves through the night
Nothing happens even in the morning
We see them only in mid-morning
Just a bucket full and they just throw them in
Smelly, dead and cheapest in the market
And they expect us to gobble
all that with relish!
I like my fish fresh
I like them swimming having fun
I will then catch them with a swipe if small
Or pick them by the tail and
bring them up to the surface

They do it all wrong here
This is what we go through everyday
Having dead fish most of them rotten
by our standards

 And we have not even talked about
Those humans on the outside

How we hate the week-ends
That is when they come in droves
And the kids they were cute before
But not anymore

They expect us to get on our back flippers
Clap our fronts and smile
Just for them to take their own selfies
with us in the background

And some even goad us to talk
‘Honk! Oink! ‘ They shout at us
They think it is funny

We only talk when we are happy
Not for some selfish kids for their selfies!

For Yves' hosting at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
with writing prompts  -  zoo and
Mary's at Poets United's Poetry Pantry # 231

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Fearing not to alert her

                                                                                                 Attribution: Yinan Chen
Image: Jungle Path seemingly Undisturbed  (here)

She is set to keep on going by herself
I still follow her tracks the path seems undisturbed
I check how the clump of trees react
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
Fearing not to alert her
My lung bursting I can only gulp piranha-like
Free air swirling above my head
Still able not to splash about with the frenzy
Of cornering a victim

She stands and looks back just a wee bit
Not too far in front
Taking her time to determine the coast is clear
Awkwardly she steps out but missing a step
Sprawling unceremoniously on the ground
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Nonchalantly sweeping across the puddle of brackish water
Looking back victorious in her desire
To slip out of my grips

She jumps floats and skips
Like a gazelle out of a trap but laughing
Knowing fully well no hunting dogs are in pursuit
It is a trivial matter too small and uncomplicated
But still she lacks the conscience
Karma will invariably catch up
I lay down my arsenal
To take a rest
I will not persist in hot pursuit

Note: The lines in italics are inspired from
Jame's Poem  -  Beginnings

For Grace's hosting of Sunday's Mini Challenge
at Real Toads - to be inspired by James Wright's poem

Up the mountain trail

                                                                                             Attribution: Drunk driver
Mountain Log cabin (here)

Up the mountain trail
Hermit’s lodge well provided
For impending cold

Snug in peaceful means
Jungle creatures stopover
Ready leftovers

Cool clean mountain air  
Blue skies with nature's blessings
Poet’s paradise

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #626  -  mountain cabin

Friday, December 12, 2014

A work of art nature is smart

Image: Fair use Courtesy of Real Toads (here)

Note: "Lake Hillier in Western Australia is
bubble-gum-pink and it's literally just a few
steps away from a 'normal' colored Southern
Ocean. Scientists speculate that it’s color is
caused by a reaction of sea salt and sodium
bicarbonate and/or caused by red halophilic
bacteria in the salt crusts"  -  Real Toads

Wonder of wonders what of it here
Appearing chewy as a chewing gum biggie
Seen from above but a body of water
Two of a kind in the world just plain crazy

Scientists have an explanation obviously
Algae beneath, bacteria-like creatures perhaps
For the carotene blessed colors seem uncanny
Something’s got to give and that was that

Strangely enough when samples were taken
Hues of color seen just as plain as any lake water
What of it then at the bottom causing the hindrance
Weird still, assurances given to swim in it not a bother

Plainly a work of art and nature is smart
Blushing pink a little girl's privilege
A phenomena leaving many mystified
For nature works in very strange ways

For Hannah's hosting at
Real Toads  -  nature's wonders

Deceptively inviting

                                                                                   Attribution: Joangray mehamaOR
Image: Beautiful Hornet's nest (here)

Stung bad and confused
Throbbing pain red and inflamed
Spring rain no comfort

Hornets the culprit
Looking pretty but lethal
Mata Hari kind

Nests big as football
Deceptively inviting
Do not mess with it

Strong winds shook it and
like one possessed it became
suddenly alive

For Chev's CARPE DIEM Litttle Creatures # 14 -  spring rain and
Claudia's at d'Verse MTB - something suddenly comes alive!

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Snow White shows the way

                                                                                          Attribution: Darjac
Image: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (here)

Who says only one
of a kind to stay good friends
Snow White shows the way

Aftermath of nights
Snow as far as the eyes can
see, pureness in white

Shoveling is fun
Perhaps when only knee deep
A chore otherwise

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #624  -  snow

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Blunt in his retort

                                                                                      Attribution: Carlos Delgado
Image: Trumpeting his Thoughts (here)

3WW given words:   
blunt drunk lethargic
Poetry Jam:  quiet

Blunt in his retort
Drunk with emotions
Lethargic in thinking
Not about to be quiet

Give it to the world
Anyone cares for keeps
Not opening for others
Just keep to your side

World in conflict
Enough bother to date
Set in his thinking
Not in many forms

Just within sights
Keeping it simple
Trumpeting thoughts
All in earnest!

For Thomg's 3WW week #405 and
Peggy's at Poetry Jam

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Floating snow flakes

                                                                                               Attribution: Serge Melki
Image: Falling snow (here)

Inspiration from Robert 
Frost's short poems
Downward spiral
Floating snow flakes
Felt smoothness with
enhanced whiteness
of surroundings

Little creatures
Hidden from view
Now in progress

Man rightly seen
Preparing for
grand Yuletide cheer

Inspired by Richard 
Wright's  haiku
                                                           the morning after
abundance of snow last night
coolness in the air

on clapping my hands
on a cold Winter’s morning
blood surged to my head

light sense of freedom
white fluffy snows on branches
                                                         pureness strongly felt                                                         

For Chev's CARPE DIEM GW #37 
Georgia's on Frost
and Special #21 on Richard Wright

Monday, December 8, 2014

Schedule packed with activities

                                                                                          Attribution: Brian Kerrigan
Image: Secretary at her Desk (here)

The given words:
stone  casual  spare  revolving  beggar
block traffic key fever chapped  souvenir

Not etched in stone but still it 
was not just a casual encounter
He spared no efforts  to determine
that his presence revolving around a
schedule packed with activities
was well taken care of

Being a beggar to uphold strict principles
he blocked off certain unnecessary
encroachments of heavy traffic
bidding for his time

Discipline was maintained by Girl Friday
key to his time management

A fever pitched day was broken up
into little sectors to impose and
maintain sanity
Too much talking could result in
chapped lips as a souvenir

For Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Wordle #38 and
Magaly's hosting at Real Toad's  Open Link Monday 

Sunday, December 7, 2014

How she would love it!

                                                                                             Attribution: Elene Usdin
Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag (here)

Bjorn's given words:
grimoire scrump wreath 
alder dell grampus orchard

grimoire: a book of magic spells and invocations
scrump: steal (fruit) from an orchard or garden:
grampus : another term for a killer whale.
alder : softwood tree of the birch family
dell:  a small valley, usually among trees

Tried as she might but to no avail
Painstakingly rummaging through the old grimoire
She was sure there was to be a cure
Grandma  gave the assurance before
For every ailment the book had an answer

How she would love it
To daintily skip across the dell
As she used to do with the boys
Scrumping from the orchard
Running through the clumps of alder
Being chased by the grumpy grampus of an old salt
She could picture him waving a cane above his head
Jumping a little running a little
"Heard say he was a one-legged pirate
No small wonder we made the slip all the time"

There she was on the floor
The witch had cast a bad spell on her legs
She managed to slip out of bed though
Slowly inching her way on the carpet
She would love to go out in the open again
The door barely seven feet away
How she would love it
The good times!

But where are the boys?
Certainly not a wreath as a substitute!
She cried!

For Bjorn's # lqw wordle 14 and
Tess' Magpie Tales # 249

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Should he just feign death hoping it would leave

                                                                                                  Attribution: Wilfredor
Image: A Feral Charolais Bull (here)

The given words: 
traipse cave exchange deranged chains cape
 feign fillet strain sustain haze inflame

Apologies: In my haste had linked this to 
Real Toads not realizing it was Flash 55
until it was too late. 

Parched lips crying for just a drop of clear spring water
Traipsing the arid landscape very unlike an evening walk
Suddenly he heard      
Faint rustling noises just over the edge sounding like a stream
Jumping over the boulder for a view
he was shocked to be facing the menacing stare of a bull
Where did it spring from
They were not cave-dwellers but neither were there any ranch nearby

They exchanged glances but with an adversary so calm
not anywhere deranged yet but neither in chains either
No red cape of the Spanish bull-fighters to defend himself
Should he just feign death hoping it would leave

It would make good fillet, lots of fillet, being well-built
But this was not the time to think sirloin or T-bone helpings
A raging bull not carved up into slabs of raw steak was no laughing matter

The strains of debating his options were taking its toll
He could well sustain himself only if he remained on the boulder
A large steer like that could not possibly jump up

But lo and behold!
Through hazy eyes he thought they were playing tricks
The bull which stood like a statue for the better of an hour
In a flash turned around and walked away
Perhaps he was not inflamed or choicest enough
Coming along drab dirty and dry was not a good bargain
He was not as juicy as a ‘steak’ for the bull

Hey! Why bother they were grass eaters were they not?

For Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle #190
Mary's at Poets United's Poetry Pantry #230 and
Mindlovemisery's Menagerie's #84 - soap opera