Wednesday, March 25, 2015

wonder of love did transcend the divide

                                                                                                                             Attribution: Bruce Marlin
Image: An Asian Lady Beetle (here)

The given words:
3WW  -  chilly glorious petite
And prompt at:
d'Verse  -  savor the beauty and sharing it

They had it going for quite sometime
The wonder of love did transcend the divide
Pretty little darling awesome partner for a lifetime
Providence with divine intervention had to decide

Pretty much like the receding cold months
Why had it suddenly gone chilly
Glorious future awaited but now abandoned
Petite lady and dashing beau looking silly

Asian lady given to natural beauty
Ever wanting to share divergent views
Demure in make up perhaps foreign initially
Success in a union based on tested values

Can mixed marriages be given the space
to make it work and forgetting differences
Rather transposed into the similarities laced
with love the pull factor in a working environment

For Thomg's hosting of 3WW week #402 and
Mary's at d'Verse Poetics

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

sludge as a playground

                                                                                   Attribution: Jan Delsing
Image: Mud snails (here)

Beauty of it all
Luck of the draw to be free
sludge as a playground

Abundance given
feelings of security
safe unabated

Unwittingly real
Heavens above lashed hard but
welcomed by its kind

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #692 - mud snails

Monday, March 23, 2015

I am of small beginnings

                                                                                 
Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag Tales (here)

The given words:
am beginnings dream burns through wild 
clay powers tongues stolen sleep end

I am of small beginnings
but with a big dream
It burns right through
I am not able to thwart the onslaught
nor offer some expected resistance

It runs wild in clay soil
powers the roots in tongues
of spatial network that
no one sees but there down below

That is how I will grow
Twisted like strong hemp ropes
with muscles of Atlas

I will be riding stolen moments
and not losing sleep
but growing a massive trunk
with branches akin to bulging biceps

I will strive to no end
to be a strong sturdy oak tree!

For Tess' hosting at Magpie Tales #262
Brenda's at Sunday Whirl Wordle # 204 and
Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry # 244

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

a tumultuous moment that had his heart racing

                                                                                      Attribution: Marlene Oostrvck
Image: al fresco Dining (here)

The given words:
3WW : annoy hushed pain
Poets United : sun

Guarded steps walking slowly
he plonked himself
Sat down glad to have secured a seat
al fresco ambiance sipping coffee
that should be fun to while away

The sun shone down
peeping through the clouds
He looked around the sea of people
Hoping to catch the waiter's attention
He wanted his coffee

He suddenly then realized
She was there as well
Sitting barely a pole way
but not facing him

He had not seen her when he arrived
Pleasantly surprised to see her there
Sitting nonchalantly all by herself
A tumultuous moment that had his heart racing
The same feeling when they parted company
but that was a decade ago

But why now
Why the same reaction
Why the same feeling

Did she choose to annoy him before
Was it deliberately done?
And now fate played a hand
Still to annoy him by having her there

He kept thinking
He had remained single all these years
Not wanting someone else to take her place
They did not keep contact though

Perhaps fate was trying to play Cupid
Wanting them to make up
Should he approach her
He was at odds
Yes, he should for old time's sake.

He was just about getting up
and she did as well

Then a shrill cry
of a little girl permeated the air
A cute 3 year-old
appeared out of no where
rushed into her arms
followed by a handsome looking guy
They hugged
a threesome
oblivious of the crowd

A hushed silence fell over him
It pained him
Unwittingly she still chose to annoy him

He quietly walked away
He would get his coffee some place else!

For Thomg's hosting at 3WW week #419
and Susan's at Poetry United's Midweek Mptif - the sun

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Rustling of leaves in the open

                                                                                                    Artist : Josh Silburt
Imaage: Windy Day Killarney (here)

Rustling of leaves in the open
A tell tale sign it is around
Can feel but not outwardly visible
Unlike raindrops with resulting ripples

Sudden coolness whets the skin
Akin to a shower in the morning
A blessing that nature can offer
Unbuttoned coat is such a wonder

Winds of change is for the better
To bring them all to a level higher
Got wind of it often a surprise
Better or worse only later realized

Long-winded elements mark of a bore
Pushing one to make for the door
Knock the winds off their sails
Better option when all else fail

Sick outcome when Giant came on the scene
Last glimpses of heart-throb James Dean
Snuffed of life as those of hurricanes
When sadly Vanuatu recently felt the pain

For Kathleen's hosting at d'Verse
Poetics: winds of March

slow movements of windmills

                                                                                       Attribution: Sjrooney102
Image: A Modern day Wind Farm (here)

Winds of thoughts gliding
through the tunnels of the mind
Scraping for ideas

Goes through the motions
of slow movements of windmills
Heavy but smoothly

Some days stubbornness
plays its ugly game when words
fail to be poetry

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #688  -  windmills

Sunday, March 15, 2015

the motivation is overwhelming!

Image: The Sunday Whirl

The given words:
blasphemy born deck dry keep monkeys 
plague rustling whole sweet tear

It is a blasphemy, a sacrilege
born of great minds decked
with countless awards and recognition
But still the motivation is overwhelming
It is hard to fathom
One is dry in the mouth

To keep up with the Jones
is no mean feat

One monkeys around on grandiose
projects and ideas around oneself
plagued with feelings of one-upmanship
Rustling through a whole bunch of cattle
on the plains with feelings of sweet nothings
but empty victory

And at the end of the day
With tears rolling down both cheeks
Thinking how one can be taken up
to throw hard earned stipend
on plain stupidity of an
unheralded show-off!

For Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl Wordle #203
and Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry #243


Thursday, March 12, 2015

Sprouts Racing with Each Other

                                                                                    Attribution: Janmariejohnston
Image: First Flowers of Spring (here)

Thoughts of colors in
your eyes brilliance of last year
now long overdue

Seeing sprouts racing
with each other in fighting
mood for barren space

Eager show-offs with
offer of first greens right from
nature’s sincere heart

For Chev's CARPE DIEM # 685  -  first flowers of spring
and Bill's at de Verse's OpenLinkNights #144

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

eyes with piercing looks

                                                                                         Attribution: Clement Bardot
Image: Demure good looks (here)

3WW given words:
giddy lewd needless

eyes with piercing looks
from those with lewd intentions
but virtuous cravings

stuck on giddy heights
looking down on those below
with bizarre pursuits

scary but sustained
needless to say the least sought
of crazy options

For Thomg's hosting of 3WW week 418 and
Mary's at Poetry Jam - the eyes have it

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

A most spectacular profession

                                                                Attribution: DenP Images (CCBYSA2.0)
Image: A Musical Theater Actor and Dancer (here)

The performing arts
A most spectacular profession
Where else is one under
the microscope
Open to public scrutiny
When one is thrown
to the deep end of the pool
And are immediately
expected to act and react

All references to fall back on
are in the head to be picked up
out of the bag at the right time

An actor dancer singer debater
even politicians all
are expected to think on their feet
and blurt out the needful
at the right time with the
accompanying body movements

The act of performing is noble
to be done with finesse

Not all can ‘perform’ with  flying colors
It takes special inborn talents

Some people are blessed
No small wonder they
command big money
including the politicians
who are accorded additional
talents to glorify and even hoodwink
their way to kingdom come

For Kerry's hosting at Real Toad's 
The Tuesday Platform  -  performing arts

Monday, March 9, 2015

Quenched to heart’s content

                                                                      Attribution: Kristjaan Paneman
Image:  A Japanese Garden (here)

Extending its due
Glassy plane of clear water
Quenched to heart’s content

Softness of landscape
Foraging currents provide
but some ugly moves

Set for happy mood
Easy waves of maiden’s hair
Passage to the sea

For Chev's CARPE DIEM -  time glass #24

Sunday, March 8, 2015

to make it stretchy and elastic

                                                                                             Attribution: Yasamaster
Image: Kneading on a Colorful plate (here)

The given words:
club sting plant knead drive images 
trip excuses trample string wind 

Suspicion on the gambler’s club
Had been long on the cards
Youngsters who frequented
the premises took it as fun
But losing more than just
pocket money was serious

A sting could begin with a ‘plant’
akin to acts to knead dough
to make it stretchy and elastic
by milling with the crowd
and pulling back when required
as long as one was not discovered

The drive to get information
should not discard the clean
images of a refined gambler
They should not trip in their acts
No excuses to trample on
the genuine ones who took
to gambling as a vocation

A string of successes should
Signal a wind of change
For it was a risky venture
to be placed in a situation
of betrayal in the eyes of
the die-hard gamblers

They would not like their
activities to be flustered
It was a dangerous game
to be a police informer

For Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl wordle #202
and Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry # 242

Friday, March 6, 2015

Water finds its own level!

                                                                                               Attribution: Nigel Cox
Image: Puddles Galore (here)

Pot-holes all over
Water finds its own level
Puddles insisting

Little innocents
Step into clear little pools
Seems to be real fun

Cape thrown to cover
the path taken by the Queen
Knighthood for Raleigh?

For Chev's CARPE DIEM  #681  -  puddles

Thursday, March 5, 2015

A mother’s pride!

                                                                 Attribution: Tully & Toril Collaboration 
Image: Four Good Eggs (here)

strength in numbers
not alone in this world
blue rounded nuggets
imposing their will
a mother’s pride

tended with care
warmth of comfort
beneath the belly
for just a few days
extending power
and purpose
to break open
and face the world

beginnings of infant life
discerned through movements
eyes closed jostling for position
mouth open to receive
nature’s goodness

berries worms depending
on mother bird’s guile
feeding the young
among the chirpings
a mother’s pride!

For Margaret's hosting - Art
with Toril at Real Toads

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

time stood still for one with no dreams

                                                                                       Attribution: Tomas Castelazo
Image: Homeless with no worries (here)

3WW given words:
calculating messy envious

oblivious of reckoning and faceless
surrounded by those others pitching
in a competitive world running headless
a mind numb in efforts of calculating

time stood still for one with no dreams
while others grappling with their own
life not messy for one with no means
not in the rat race with no problems

passers-by envious of his existence
no bills to pay no one else to take care
wife children pets were all bothersome
ignored by others a vagabond laid bare

meals taken from the homeless kitchens
bed of roses made out of cardboards
cash thrown into the hat in abundance
fat savings accounts not unexpected

For Thomg's hosting at 3WW week #417
And Brian's at Poetry Jam -  to write
of something  - local

Monday, March 2, 2015

breaking for a wild one was basic!

                   
                                                                             Author: Francois Schmmer               
Image: Alexander taming Bucephalus (here)

The MLMM given words:
madcap (wildly impulsive, heedless) aureole (a halo)
flagellation (flogging, associated most frequently
with BDSM or religious penitence) craven (cowardly)
blister howl accident strap gnaw scale victim shelf

A madcap of a trainer
Wanting a saintly aureole
over his head to signal success
in his calling

Flagellation on the horse was
a normal occurrence

The riding crop in a craven
manner lashed intermittently
left and right on bare ribs
raising blisters but dismissed
as not being cruel
the hides were thick enough
to take the punishment

Howls of laughter were no accident
for the trainer and on-lookers
A jockey’s whip was thought
to be abusive but
breaking for a wild one was basic
The saddle straps gnawed
To a scale that made one cringe

No holds barred
Lest the trainer could turn
out to be to be the victim
unable to produce winners

To be left on the shelf as
a stable-boy was no option

For Georgia's hosting at Mindlovemisery's
Menagerie Wordle # 50

Like ants around sugar grains

                                                                               Attribution: Mark Marathon
Image: Swarm of Black Sugar Ants (here)

The given words:
circle empty fear flesh ghost granite 
howl names through veins weight

Circle of friends milling around
Like ants around sugar grains
Empty of skills or motivations
Standing on precipice of rocky terrain

Fear seen through pale colored flesh
Ghost-like that softens hard granite
Howls of laughter of wild caress
Throwing names with fervor of flight

That is how to survive through veins
Of weight ganging on victims who are duds
Unfortunate to fall prey to their whims
Crooks not working hard but 'working smart'

For Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl Wordle #201
and Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry #241

Sunday, March 1, 2015

To bring the cheer! - MF


Image: Courtesy of Grandma's (here)

Year of the Goat
Give a jolt
Start your pace
Do not give face
Book of wisdom
Says lots of achievments
For a whole year
To bring the cheer

(140 characters)

Note: Commemorating the Lunar
year of the Goat for this year.

It starts with the Chinese New Year (here)
(answering Brian's comments)

For Grandma's Goulash 
Succinctly Yours Week # 206
(to write a Micro Fiction of not exceeding 140 characters
and to include the word  - pace)

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Women’s yearnings for beauty (YH#3)

                                                                           Attribution: Yusuf Hashim
Modern Day Explorer #3
Modern Day Explorer #2 (here)

Yusuf Hashim says:
A Moroccon lady hand squeezing the rare Argan oil which are used as an effective beauty oil treatment for ladies. It seems it is an all rounder in the beauty oils department. Keeps your skin smooth and no need for botox injections 

Latest: Yusuf Hashim is planning another trip to Morocco this month of May
Check it out  (here)

Wiki says:
To extract the kernels, workers first dry argan fruit in the open air and then remove the fleshy pulp. The next stage involves cracking the argan nut to obtain the argan kernels. Attempts to mechanize this process have been unsuccessful, so workers still do it by hand—making it a time-consuming, labour-intensive process. Berber women often engage in this arduous task.
Workers gently roast kernels they will use to make culinary argan oil. After the argan kernels cool, workers grind and press them. The brown-colored mash expels pure, unfiltered argan oil. Finally, they decant unfiltered argan oil into vessels.

Cosmetic argan oil is produced almost identically, though the argan kernels are not roasted to avoid an excessively nutty scent  -  Wiki

Hank's Haiku

Timeless Berber folks
Time is measured in a thin 
line on a cat’s back  -   (Claudia)

Unlikely product
Women’s yearnings for beauty
Affects village life

Cracks in our mask
Keeping illusions complete  - (Brian)
Beauty has a price

Note: Claudia suggests to utilize extracts of  lines 
in a poem from herself or Brian to create a poem. 
Hank took on from both

For Claudia's hosting at d'Verse

Known to contribute to charity too!

                                                                                 Source: Time Magazine
Image: Al Capone on the 1930 cover (here)

The given 3WW words:
docile inflict whimper

His merry-men mainly in green
Known to be on the side of the downtrodden
Robbing the rich and helping the poor
In the late Medieval times

Popular with the ordinary folks
Who were at the mercy of tax collectors
who inflicted untold sufferings
Often times accepted without a whimper
Epitomized by the obese Sheriff
With his band of soldiers
Robin Hood of Sherwood Forest
Told amidst folklore of romances
Meeting Little John on the bridge
Friar Tuck who got him into a soaking
While docile Maid Marion provided the colors

He was not alone giving to charity though
An unlikely modern day philanthropist
Known to contribute to charity too
From ill-gotten wealth in bootlegging
But protected by the Mayor from the law

He was Scarface Al Capone
Involved in bumping off the North Side Gang
Robin Hood of Chicago
Or more appropriately
Robin the Hood of Chicago


For Thomg's hosting at 3WW #416

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Saddened visage of appearance

                                                              Artist: Pier Francesco Mola (1612–1666)
Image: Alertness of the Aged (here)

MLMM's given words:
visage (the face) defunct broken bowl
curdle (to turn bad to go wrong
paper tiger (has appearance of strength but ineffectual)
altruism (unselfish concern for the welfare of others)
draught partition  
anabiosis (bringing back to conscious, reanimation after apparent death)
twinge

Saddened visage of appearance
Taut piercing
Defunct of intuition but determined
An underlying wit still apparent

Can an aged being still matter?
Broken bowled over with exhaustion
Curdled into inaction
A paper tiger garbed in pretenses

Hey! What’s the problem?
Acts of altruism in younger days
Accentuated the draught
draining much of his strength
That perhaps wedged a partition
on his being
It wore him off!

But mentally he was steadfast
That certainly was a consolation
Moving with alertness of that age
of decades ago
None of the anabiosis

Frightening just to think about it
The advent of memory loss
Of non recognition
Not even a twinge of a smile
Even of loved ones

No, not just yet
Gaunt that he was
Dementia still held off!

What a bad word
Dementia!
No not to toy with it
Don’t ever mention the word
Sacrilege!

For Yves' hosting at MindloveMisery's Menagerie
Wordle #49 and Kerry's Tues Platform at Real Toads

Sunday, February 22, 2015

He is greater than the greatest! (YH#2)

                             
                                                                                         Attribution: Yusuf Hashim
Image: Courtesy of Yusuf Hashim - A Mursi boy (here)

Modern Day Explorer #2
Modern Day Explorer #1 (here)

Yusuf Hashim says:
This is a Mursi boy, who couldn't be more than 12 years old, with an AK47 Kalashnikov on his shoulder. He demanded money when I shot this photo of him. I didn't want to argue with that globally acclaimed widow-maker, so I gave him 20 Birrs for this photo. That's equivalent to about 50 cents
.
The wealth of most African tribal people is based on cattle ownership. There's lots of inter-tribal cattle stealing going on and that AK47 is being used for guarding the family's herd. An AK47 is usually part of the bridal gifts that a young man wanting to marry, has to give to the bride's family, including probably 20 to 30 cattle.

You need to go to Africa to see how much the cow is revered in rural Africa. Wealth is measured by the number of cows one has. Among the Surmas and the Mursis and Suris, cows are seldom slaughtered for meat. Instead, they drink cow's blood mixed with meat. Cow poo is sacred and not unclean. Fresh cow poo is often smeared over the face and body for medicinal purposes. Prior to milking a cow, the hands are often washed with fresh cow urine.

The given words:
tiny perched uncut umbrella delicate
post river petals blue yearning hopeless

He’s the greatest
Unlike Muhammad Ali
He’s tiny not  muscular nor a fighter
But with an AK47 perched on his shoulders
He is greater than the greatest

Uncut diamond barely 12 years of age
He provides the umbrella
To safeguard his family’s wealth
A man’s job entrusted into delicate hands

He’ll be at his post by the river
Petals of flowers red and blue
Surrounding the country-side
Provide the color besides
the body and facial decoration

This is a man’s job
for the future man of the household
His yearning for 20 heads of cattle
is not a hopeless cause
Not at all!

For Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl
Wordle #200 with the given words
and Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry #240

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Little creatures do not bite!

                                                                                                Attribution: Panoshaf
Image: Honey Bee making its rounds (here)

Nothing the matter
Little creatures do not bite
Not unless provoked

Just leave them alone
Give them space without border
To do their own thing

Beautiful flowers
Opening up to the sky
Invaders welcomed

Daily adventure
Yellow pollen all over
Stocking the larder

For Chev's CARPE DIEM  Little creatures #18

Gateway to Heaven

                                                                               Attribution: Diego Delso (CC-BY-SA)
Image: Balcón del Mediterráneo, Benidorm, Spain (here)

A Shadorma
A non-rhyming form of 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllables

Balcony
or viewing platform
glimse of wealth
faraway
opens opportunities
to those who are brave

A Fibonacci
with syllable count of 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13…

Steps
kind
dainty
friendly ones
Gateway to Heaven
Care to seek forgiveness before
doors closed for born-again sinners seeking redemption?

For Georgia's hosting at MLMM BJ's
Shadorma and Beyond - fibonacci

Stood out in hues of yellow

                                                                                               Artist: Van Gogh.  1888
Image: Langlois Bridge at Arles with Women Washing (here)

Van Gogh’s Langlois Bridge
Stood out in hues of yellow
A striking color

A likely background
Congregation of housewives
With stories to tell

Whatever season
Held steadfast to its blessings
Snows or greenery

For Paloma's hosting at Chev's CARPE DIEM
Time Machine #4  - yellow

Friday, February 20, 2015

extending his reach mindful not to miss

                                                                                            Photo Attribution: Francis
Image: Castle of Burg Eltz (here)

Real Toads: given words:
miss / remiss
deem / redeem
wager / dowager
pulse / repulse
file / defile
peat / repeat
sent / absent

Shakespearean sonnet structure:
abab, cdcd, efef, gg

extending his reach mindful not to miss
wayward persistence taken to have deemed
languid in form struggling much in remiss
strong resolve to take it through to redeem

in his mind fair bunkum of a wager
in a sinister way to test the pulse
to invoke strength of lady dowager
careful not to trigger off a repulse

they might just come in droves in single file
across meadows moors marshes and peat
to unwittingly get themselves defiled
happily even going for repeats

but the hand of Providence was God-sent
demise at night was why he was absent

Note: Conveniently combining the Get Listed list
at Real Toads and writing in a Shakespearean sonnet
form with the volta 

For Bjorn's hosting at d'Verse MTB - twist and shout
and grapeling's at Feb's Get Listed at Real Toads

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Springy ride every time

                                                                                Attribution: JJ Harrison
Image: Bennett's Wallaby (here)

3WW given words:
content evolve sober
Poetry Jam:
loneliness /solitude

From a blob of a new-born
no larger than a puppy
just as unsure groping
moving upwards eyes unopened
stumbling into the ‘pocket’

Discovering by instinct
life-giving udders
in the warmth of the inner
reaches of the same pocket

Life can never be better
as a start for a start

Content with life
Springy ride every time
Sober and protected
To always be welcomed
back by Mama without tears
To jump into the sanctuary
when danger sensed

Joey a privileged off-spring
Some loneliness while inside
But ‘who cares’
Safe and sound and abundant food
But ‘who cares’

But wait up, just a minute Joey-boy
There is One who cares
If your Mama was not evolved
with a convenient pouch
You would have been left a pink blob
on the grass like every other babies

Providence cared and had the pocket
‘stitched on’ so you can ride
while other babies had to run
and be chased by dingoes

For Thomg's hosting at 3WW #415
And Sumana's at Poetry Jam

Monday, February 16, 2015

Pebbles strewn along the track


Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag (here)

Wordle #199, the given words:
angel cue crack empty wrestle held
memory acts pebbles track saintly 

Angel in disguise waiting for a cue
To crack empty promises
To wrestle off images
Held in memory of acts of betrayal

Pebbles strewn along the track
Often led them on a wild goose chase
Unwittingly causing impediments
Slowing to  a saintly progress

But mindful not to breathe a word
Broken leg accepted
As long as secrets were not spilled out
Sanctity of oath upheld

Justice came swift and silent
A mild reminder a severed ear
Or unseen pulled off finger nails
But more grisly trussed into oil drums
Perhaps found years after
A body in concrete

A consolation though
Heard say victims given freedom
To choose how best they wished
to be discovered later
when left for dead

For Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl Wordle # 199
And Tess' Magpie Tales # 258

Saturday, February 14, 2015

It came in spurts!

                                                                        Attribution: Cpl Russ Nolan RLC/MOD
Image: Grenade Machine-gun fire (here)

What a word!
It came in spurts
Many thought the world was round
Their meager survival was safe and sound
Many sincerely believed but found
they were wrong
A grim discovery
The rude ills of a bully

It came in a din
Not in any ordinary scene
But one of wanton destruction
Meted devoid of compassion

Change of tactics
Made them slick
It was before on the ground
But now the use of drones
Brought it to a higher level
Resulting in upheavals

Fire-power against man
Sufferings that remained
Brushed aside as collateral damage
Lame justification no less
Faulted for consorting
Or so it would seem
With enemies who were cursed
They could not escape the bursts

It came in spurts
Staccato was the word

For Adele's hosting at Music in It  - to write on a word 
one loves or hate and Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry #239

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Love is and love is not

                                                                        Artist: Pierre Auguste Cot
Image: In All of its Innocence (here)

3WW given words:
frown devious venomous

Love is and love is not
A greeting card so beautifully woven
not something to be frowned on

Love is and love is not
To be taken lightly
without the overriding emotions

Love is and love is not
To be left in the wrong hands
mishandled and devious

Love is and love is not
To be let loose
with venomous onslaughts

So what then is love?
Search me!

For Susan's hosting at PU's Midweek Motif and
Thomg's 3WW #414