Sunday, August 2, 2020

the elements can be construed as assisting

                                                                                          Author: Damien Casals
Image: There is light in darkness (here)

Our words this week are:  
dark and light 
arrive and depart

the elements can be construed as assisting
leading by the hand in the absence of directions
to persist is to enhance chances of wanting
to rave at openings where opportunities are even

go through the darkness of nights to see the light
that mornings will surely follow with stabs of rays
the realisation of wanting shadows when bright
warmth of coldness intrudes and come into play

to arrive on the sly when hunches are set to depart
a man's presence is more felt when readily absent
pangs of loneliness crying encircling the heart
hugs and kisses lavishly extended to waiting arms

weejars at MLMM's Saturday Mix
 - opposing forces

Thursday, July 30, 2020

bold starting out strong

                                          Attribution: Christian Ferrer / W.Commons / CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: An Elmleaf Blackberry (here)

(the image shows stages of the formation of flowers and fruits. 
1. Flower bud. 2. Flower. 3. Faded flower. 4. Fruit buds which 
form from the faded flowers)

bold starting out strong
virgin green fresh as Springtime
to start a lineage 
(Flower bud - bottom right)

flowering beauty
spray of colours brightly spun
domain of the bees
(Flower - top right)

it worked its wonders
attraction no more, fulfilled
mothering the young
(Faded flower - top left)

life cycle invoked
beginnings of a breakout
bold starting out strong
(Fruit buds - bottom left)

Note: all the 4 haiku structured in 
traditional 5-7-5 syllable count

Frank's at d'Verse's MTB - haiku sequence

take heart in the soothing effects of sunrise

                                                                                   Attribution: Michael
Image: Sunrise (here)

the 10 of 12 given words:
tormented eyes heart advise self 
pity unforeseen comfort mile smile

for the tormented eyes of all tormented souls
none of your fault that the world is in turmoil
take heart in the soothing effects of sunrise
stay safe to always heed all the good advice

self-pity not a convenience in such trying times
unforeseen that many businesses on the decline
comfort in all good health to gain the extra mile
happiness is all-important to always sport a smile

pray for the vaccine which is long in coming
there is a cure for every ailment it has always been

MMT's The WhirliGig #277
Michael at MLMM's Tale Weaver #286

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

bouncing merrily soaring high

                                            Attribution:  AndyD (CC-SELF; CC-BY-SA-2.5).
Image: Getting dizzy
with bouncing fun (here)

bouncing merrily soaring high
lost in the clouds looking down
what fun to experience  a nocturnal
flight of fancy like a superman of old

one needs a big belly to have the
springing effect to laugh at those
thin 'with hungry looks' to easily
knock them off tangent leaving
them groveling in the dust

it certainly deserves another round
perhaps the following night since
it gives a sense of superiority

can it be repeated upon request
on a cool night a wonderful dream?

Laura's at d'Verse's Poetics - flight of fancy

morose with the singularity of purpose

                                                                            Attribution: David Altmejd
Image: Clawing back desperately (here)

10 of 12 given words:
morose singularity soar claw yo-yo 
neck stain creep floorboards knight 

morose with the singularity of purpose 
soaring up from the brambles clawing back 
where a yo-yo situation is avoided

at breakneck speed to surpass those 
already stained creeping along the 
floorboards not the knight in armour 
creaking  under their weight for a way out
(44 words)

MLMM's Wordle 199-3
Nekneeraj at MLMM's Photo Challenge
Linda's at d'Verse's Quadrille #108

Saturday, July 25, 2020

such is the beauty of nature's whispers

                                                                                     Attribution: Sunday Muse #118
Image: Musical Dance 
of a Water's Drop (here)

the given rhymes:
life wife strive knife rife

can you see it, a plop in still waters
a picture of a double bass player emerges
such is the beauty of nature's whispers
on the quiet but it transforms to pictures

not a stormy life rife with a loving wife
but strive for the best for the everlasting love
romantic moments not to cut off like a knife
but to pursue great times without a shove

Carrie's at the Sunday Muse #118
weejars at MLMM's Saturday's Mix - rhyme time

Friday, July 24, 2020

never to face the onslaught head-on

                                                                                              Author Zeynel Cebeci
Image: Sea Daffodils (here)

the 11 of 12 given words:
someone explain harder give incoherent 
dementia quit longtime friend knows, advice

does it need someone to explain
how do the daffodils face the blast
high winds a prelude to heavy rain
harder for the inexperienced to grasp

never to face the onslaught head-on
give in,  the way the daffodils relent
incoherent dementia-like seeking a bond 
not to quit helping a longtime friend

knows how to extend counsel and advice
to forgive a noble act not readily sought
maturity an element absent on the unwise
blessings of divine intervention not to avoid 

MMT's  at the Whirligig #276 
Mish at d'Verse OLN #270

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

the Fab Four, a group one of a kind

                                                                                                Attribution: EMI
Image: Trade ad for Beatles' 1964 Grammys (here)
The ad appeared in the 1 May 1965 issue of Billboard
The ad is not covered by any copyrights for Billboard.

the Fab Four, a group one of a kind 
from the many foursomes of the time
they revolutionize not just the industry
but the whole generation in the 60's

ensemble of trendsetters set hearts fluttering  
a sensation in unison of all the four singing
mop-haired appearance gained acceptance
not considered in furtherance of a bad influence

some adults were steadfast with their stand
an MBE recipient reported of having returned 
it when the Beatles were awarded the same
such mixed reactions previously unknown

Merril's at d'Verse Poetics  - Revolutions

it was dead centre


                                                                     Author : Nekneeraj

Image: The sweetness of candy (here)

10 of 12 given words: 
dead bag deny throw voices 
tunnel wail signal still skip

it was dead centre
right in the bag no denying
it was just a throw from reality

I was amazed
the fortune-teller got it right

voices in the tunnel
she said not a wail just whispers
but very apparent and very real
a signal to skip the search
we are on to something

still not everything will jive
it is getting closer 
it's coming your way
it'll be in your hands. 
My prediction as a fortune-teller
for you

I'm offering you a bowl full of candy
you've been very accurate before
hopefully your winning streak sustains
with the sweetness of the candy

more 'supplements' are helpful 
but skip the candy

you mean you are expecting 
additional payments

yes!

Michael's at MLMM's Sunday Writing 
prompt - I was amazed
Brenda's Sunday Whirl #464
Nekneeraj's at MLMM's Photo 
Challenge #324

Never had it been so frustrating.

                                                                                              Author Judgefloro
Image: The new normal taken to great 
length in certain communities (here)

Moan like an autumn wind high 
in the lonesome treetops  -  from Carl Sandburg’s Jazz Fantasia.

Never had it been so frustrating.  Adjustments, adjournments, preempting, cancelled plans.
Look up to the sky for answers. Never any good 

Moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops. It gives way to unnatural glottal stops midstream in conversations, breathless like a grand-dad in the throes of early dementia. No one seems to be thinking right or talking sense unlike before.

It is not a temporary discomfort but due to sustaining for a few years so say the experts
The youngsters gladly succumbed glued to their handsets. No, bother and not bothering
others. Old folks welcomed the quiet but it runs against their long-standing habits now
gone haywire.

Everything to do, time on their hands but nothing got done. Confusion reign in confused
minds.Solace in the divine quiet for most and some turning religious against their will

What is a new normal?
(144 words)

Lillian at d'Verse's  -  Prosery Monday

Saturday, July 18, 2020

ever wondered of a distant object

                                                                                                     Attribution: Shay
Image: What's cooking!  (here)

cogitate (think deeply about something)
gawk (stare openly and stupidly)
preen (look attractive and then 
admire one's appearance)
madly scribble visit done link

ever wondered of a distant object
to speculate on a speck nonchalantly 
standing alone and to cogitate a moment
on its origin notwithstanding the bother
but to gawk unwittingly blind to the moment

is there a desire for preening oneself
and to madly scribble a thought of selfish 
reasons in one's mind

it is good to cause a visit to one's 
thinking process lest one gets carried away

a good deed done sincerely 
needs no broadcasting
just link it perhaps to satisfying 
one's own craving of wanting recognition

it doesn't hurt anyone, period!

Note: Hank took the prompt's ending as a 
Wordle as it looks to be a good set of words

Fireblossom at Sunday's Muse #117

Thursday, July 16, 2020

Why can't they leave me alone!

                                                                                                   Author: Bathanka
Image: Don't disturb me! (here)

It is such a relief
You are not to belief
Out of the strict confines
All of nine months
Now I am so free
No more in the tummy
Floating in the bag
Was just a drag

No, not again!
Here she comes smiling

"Oh, such a lovely baby!"
Smooching all over me
I hate it! My granny!

Sometimes she brings a whole group
Surrounding looking down on me
I just cannot stomach the torture
Toothy grins and grandpa proudly
Making endless announcements
Smelling of beer

Why can't they leave me alone!

Grace at d'Verse : first-person narrative

Hearing it then for the first time

                                                                                     Attribution: Ernest F. / CC BY-SA
Image: That Poignant Moment (here)

The day dawned early
A day earlier it had all started
She complained of searing pain
Inexperienced I could only lament
Heard say around the abdomen

Seeing it then for the first time

Twisting and turning, grimacing
Heavens dropped from the sky
This has to be it, I sighed

I stepped on the gas
As fast as I could manage
In no time she was in good hands
Snugly between the sheets
Assurance all round
the doctor, the nurse
This was quite normal,
they said in unison
Intermittent pains through the night
She took it bravely
That I could see

I got back early the next morning
She had been rolled in
I made a request to be by her side
Garbed in the hospital attire
I held her hands and waited

Immobile, manacled more or less
She could still manage a smile
Dr. McCoy, eminent gynae
Kept repeating, ‘it’s ok, love
It’ll only take a minute, love
Hold  your breath, love
Push, yes, push, love
There you are!

A clattering of sounds followed
Scissors, stainless steel containers
Shuffles of feet
Movements of nurses
A slap on the butt
A shrill cry
Oh! such a wonderful sound

Hearing it then for the first time

What an accomplishment!
My loving wife, Shadah
My first-born, Adura a gift
A bundle of joy with blessings
from God, the Almighty

Brian at d'Verse: Poetics

Sunday, July 12, 2020

Discovered when referring to the side mirror

                                                                                                 Author: Susie Clovenger
Image A Moment in Time (here)

Stealing stealthily into a time long gone
Bending the memories against stalling often
It had been sensational in righting a wrong
Was it not the often quoted reality of the norm

Assessing on matters at hand to get some lead
Experience could be a good teacher for a bid
Why ineffective though in going for the kill
Not a moment too soon unmoving staying still

Looking back to moments of an unnerving error
Unwittingly discovered when referring to the side mirror
Not fair to expect rewards when much unskilled
When contributions were meagre much unfulfilled

Carrie's The Sunday Muse #116

Monday, July 6, 2020

strike the orange cord

                                                                                              Author: Colin Keigher
Image: Horizontal Traffic lights (here)

the 12 given words
field stumble meteor eerie blood sleep never reject orange
Vox Populi (popular opinion)
fade place 

in the field of human endeavor
should one stumble or be struck
by a falling meteor 
eerie it would seem blood-curdling
but very unlikely to happen
wise not to lose sleep over it
nor to be unduly worried

strike the orange cord just be forewarned
not to strike green and immediately fly away
to vamoose without thinking
it is best to be hesitant
to strike red and to be cool
unmoving for that split second

never to reject outright the Vox Populi
of an outcome yearned for
a big election rally may not translate to easy victory
stay cool and rate the chances objectively
experience in such a situation is the ideal teacher
strike orange stay cool let the clouds fade slowly away
a clearer picture will be educational
success is better placed to allow for likely victory

MLMM's Wordle #197

Sunday, July 5, 2020

not to dice about but to reach out

                                                                    Attribution: Atelier Manasse Studio
Image: The Elegance of Fine Wine (here)

The use of antithesis in  opposing forces :
ascend and descend 
hope and despair

to ascend to belittle from the highest steeple
a smirk contending to provide company
but more to stand astride against the common man
that having breached the limit fate has tempted
to say and insist on a descend later boastfully with pride
it is never to ascend and descend within reasons
but to rekindle upmanship with a sly smile
given that my descent is from a higher plane

not to dice about but to reach out
for hope is there looking through grainy smog
to blanket the seemingly lucky streak of goodness
playing hard to get to stultify a yearning
where human labour is exhaustively appealing
to rally the call where there is life there is hope
where there is hope there is every possibility
success is in the hands of those bidding their time
to shove off despair to walk the plank
for they are forever playing tricks  
on those of impatience of standing
who by nature is continually bothered 
silently entertaining anger with gritted teeth

it should always be invitingly friendly
like fine wine to be taken with sips
slowly with the elegance of blessed upbringing
lest one gets unduly drunk in fine company

weejar's in MLMM's Saturday Mix - opposing forces
Carrie's at Sunday Muse # 115

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

hair looking clean in braids

                                                                                               Author: Stilfehler                                    
Image: Girl in Braids (here)

the 12 given words:
middle back times simple joy bliss make gate
braids (a length of hair of three or more interlaced strand)
grace swimming parade

unwittingly being in the middle of it all
it was so to speak back to good times
simple joy blindly accepted having a ball
a bliss in any of a kind without a bind

crying in silence to make for the gates 
on the sly to avoid being taken for a ride
set woven hair looking clean in braids
organized thinking extended with pride

grace of swimming gently in her head
a picture of a changed person in identity
exhibiting imbued confidence as on parade
overcoming likely irritants with dignity 

MMT's Whirligig #273

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

to caress a column of cumulonimbus


                                                       Author Karlunun
Image: A Developing Cumulonimbus (here)

the 12 given words:
call cart can
cacophony (a harsh discordant mixture of sounds). 
caress column cover cotton coal color corona 
covet 

a call to cart them off is received
can expect to confront an unruly crowd
a cacophony of deafening roar in disbelief
extends over the air culminating in shouts

to caress a column of cumulonimbus cover
threatening and progressing slowly but surely
cotton forming and darkening coal in colour 
taking the likes of a coronavirus in intensity

a crown precariously perched on the head 
teetering in the cold winds of a pandemic
out of control despite assurances made
a coveted vaccine longed for to avert panic

Brenda's Sunday Whirl #462

Saturday, June 27, 2020

Stuck in a cloudy mess of smoky pink

                                                                                                   Attribution; Carrie's
Image: White Rose,
a Solitary fight-back (here)

A white rose bravely taking a stand
Stuck in a cloudy mess of smoky pink
Holding on fighting back on the bend
Wanting to stick to its guns with a sting

Looking down from way up in the sky
A bird's eye view spanning the horizon
Moral support lacking either way up high
Tightly in a sphere painstakingly bound

Doubly protected with a thorny aroma
Shooting blanks in noisy staccato bursts
Playing to a show of set political drama
Contending to win easily with lots of firsts

Chrissa's at Sunday Muse #114

Wednesday, June 24, 2020

not expecting a welcome he waited at the gates

                            Photo by mh cheraghi on Pexels.com
Image: Stopped in his tracks (here)

the 12 given words:
welcome waited gates forged fire edge 
belly kettle wanted bread swallows float 

walking taking baby steps ever so slow
not expecting a welcome he waited at the gates
having forged a relationship some time ago 
he sought to renew thinking of her of late

fire in him burning had put him on edge
belly of a boiling kettle oozing with energy
he wanted bread wanting to make a pledge
to swallow his pride making himself ready

her images floating in colours that danced
his mind full of anticipation leading him on
part of growing up with feelings unbalanced
could only hope being still on shaky grounds

Nekneeraj at MLMM's Photo Challenge #321
MMT's at Whirligig #272
Bjorn at d'Verse OLN #269

Sunday, June 21, 2020

it gave a chill thinking of the ascent

                                                         Attribution: Hedgewitch 's Autochrome Lumiere
Image: In anticipation (here)

the 10 of 12 given words:  
chill mountain trail yearning camp 
smoke vapour monarch birdsong current 

it gave  a chill thinking of the ascent
mountain high trail engaged with friends 
snake-like that gripped at the imagination
yearning for the fun of pitching camp 

smoke of vapour that screened the vision
where a monarch butterfly groped blindly
in anticipation of the strains of a birdsong
to break the current stillness of inactivity 

inspiration upwards to the sky insisting
for a friendly hand of a loved one to appear
not forgotten of moments shared now missing
warmth in memory of one long gone forever  

Brenda's at Sunday Whirl Wordle #461
Fireblossom's at Sunday Muse #113

Sitting alone not unduly worried

                                                                                                       Attribution: Pixabay
Image: My gosh, not again! (here)

Sitting alone not unduly worried
Morning sun blazing hot at midday
Even clouds running fast hurried
Chased by the incoming twilight rays

Destined to be buoyed leisurely
By a slow-moving river belly full
Life undeniably knocked into inactivity
Not seen its worst as yet heavy and brimful

Resigned to be resting the tired bones
Must you make an unscheduled stopover
A messy cook up it was the previous occasion
When your friends too took refuge, remember?  

Donna's at Sunday's Photo Fiction

Friday, June 19, 2020

a surprise would be a pleasant act of love

                                    Author Michael Coghlan
Image: A Happy Couple (here)

Jaime spent the whole day browsing the antique store
and left with just one thing clear yet, but what a bore
had designs of getting an antique bed a matching double
considering time spent loafing around was plain trouble

a surprise would be a pleasant act of love and affections
in passing had playfully voiced to her of his intentions
painfully it took a toll on his time and efforts to acquire
wore off his manly frame oak strong but doomed to failure

just the beginning and he was not expected to succumb easily
but interested parties were putting him under close scrutiny
she felt comfortable though not being aware of any flaw 
but not so her stern father, his prospective father-in-law

Dylan's at MLMM's First Line Friday

Thursday, June 18, 2020

putting weight on sane lips

                                                                                             Author: Alvin Mahmudov
Image: Slow dancing (here)

the 10 of 12 given words
bruised dancing joints wedding 
music fiddled bar dusty weight lips

bruised ego dancing
in seedy joints to forget
a disappointment

no wedding music
fiddled with the liberal
bar's downing of booze

but to clear dusty 
minds putting weight on sane lips
like dignified souls

MMT's Whirligig #271
Frank's at d'Verse MTB  -  imagism
with haiku

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

to bring to their senses the beauty of piety

                                                            Oil on canvas, by Konstantin Filippov, c. 1871
Image: Religious festival in Manglisi. (here)

to bring to their senses the beauty of piety
to benefit those of hard-headed elements
an exercise of wisdom, an exercise of futility
drummed into their heads in no uncertain terms

their tendency initially is  to view it as bait
but knowing that wisdom often comes too late
it takes a bit of legwork to intrude past the gate
lending the ever often quoted that it is all fate

the pride of a group of like people is offered
the minority, religious or those of  a chosen way
all have rights of living and must be respected
piety transcends to overcome a negative decay

Anmol (HA) at d'Verse Poetics - pride

Saturday, June 13, 2020

a dismaying display of courageous bravado

                                                                  Photo courtesy of Morguefile
Image: A Failed Attempt (here)

the 11 of 12 given words:
dismaying meant envy 
goofy (foolish or harmlessly eccentric)
pray rights jeopardized threat war 
history waver 

a dismaying display of courageous bravado
meant to be the envy of the small vehicle owners
to be able to do justice to its size with impunity
it was plain goofy that unwittingly turned sour
a vain attempt of creating some jest in public

pray be that rights of safety-loving motorists
are not unnecessarily jeopardized by such antics

threats of warring factions may take up the challenge
to exhibit their prowess in instigating such actions
history may just repeat itself, it had not wavered

The Sunday Photo Fiction
The Sunday Whirl Wordle #460

Thursday, June 11, 2020

it was a big relief

                                                                                            Author Yumi Kimura
Image: Happy on Success (here)

the 11 of 12 given words:
design drill stripes wild pander 
fill shock press line pass mine

designed to fulfill a need
drilled into his head
he was wary
lest led along a wayward path

stripes of pleasurable tendencies
wild in its make-up
that kept pandering to base instincts
filled his mind lately

shocked at the direction
and pressed for a quick getaway
he quickly checked himself
he managed to draw the line

he got pass the time-zone
out of the mines of a timeless pit 
full of clawing hordes of seekers
out for his blood

it brought a chill to his senses
he was adamant
he had to do it
he  managed to outwit them at their game
it was a big relief

Brenda Sunday Whirl Wordle #459
Grace at d'Verse OLN #268

Tuesday, June 9, 2020

unmoving except for a lone fly

                                                                                                  Author: Paul Goyette
Image: Unmoving and Undisturbed (here)

barely a few hours ago
he was lying on the park bench
unmoving except for a lone fly
keeping him company

thought to be sleeping
had one too many perhaps
stopped sat awhile apparently
none there to bother
nor anyone for company
for the bench looked inviting
tired, his head swirling fell asleep

thus the last moments
not of a wayward hobo
but a respectable community leader
an initiator for community service
well dressed
not unkempt like a homeless

there he was found
a massive heart attack did him in
identified through his wallet
with wads of greenback still intact
the innocent victim with a heart condition
who insisted to be with his buddies at the pub
but left early hoping for a taxi
in the wee hours of the morning

Laura's at d'Verse  - Poetics

Life is meant to run smoothly

                                                                                                 Author Ronyyz
Image: Happiness when successful (here)

This is not something ordinary. This is not imposed nor ostensibly 
a direction to break the impasse. It is a definite desire to explore. 
We go in different directions down the imperturbable street. Why
must there be nature progressing in a clockwork fashion only to be
intruded into by the racketeers and other dishonest elements breaking
the flow with violence and destruction

Life is meant to run smoothly as it would have been planned formally
or otherwise but given a touch of class overcoming kinks along the 
way. Kinks interspersed in between to accord variety making life to be
naturally interesting and more challenging. It does work that way

Why then the testing exceeded the expectations that these ended in 
tragedy instead of ending happily in laughter. 

Is it a hint one is not blessed for recent events and not accorded 
the desired happiness? 
(144 words)

Merril at dVerse Prosery Monday

Friday, June 5, 2020

unfolding right before our realms of seeing

                                                                                                Author: Uoaei1
Image: Groping for an answer (here)

the 12 given words:
unfolding realm spirit, foremother lines  roots
coast, sending, healing string wisdom lessons

unfolding right before our realms of seeing
the spirit of our foremothers of the enormity
of extending empathy towards our fellow beings

lines of the deprived and hungry building up
learning from our roots in all magnanimity
that things are beginning to worsen to disrupt

from coast to coast sending a clear message
none waving the magic wand to invoke healing
instead the old normal to a new reality of bondage

a string of depressing commentary a timely reminder
wisdom of brilliant corporate moves seemed failing
lessons learned of crowd mentality courting disaster

Frank's at d'Verse  - triplets/tercets
MMT's The Whirligig Wordle  #269