Saturday, November 22, 2014

Treading refined path

                                                                 Attribution: Life Science Databases
Image: Circling through the Transformation (here)

Attesting to seek
Feelings of newness in self
Change for the better

Yearnings to improve
Converting spiritual self
Towards Nirvana

Treading refined path
Attaining a transformed self
Spiritual solace

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #610 - transformation

Friday, November 21, 2014

Need we ask for more!

                                                                      Still Life with Fruit by Severin Roesen 1852.
Image: Courtesy of  Margaret (here)    

Blessings of nature
Insisting on us making choices
Fruits galore
Need we ask for more

Fruiting all season
But there are seasonal ones
Again providing more choices
Need we ask for more

Why should there be fruits
What if there are no fruits
Shouldn’t it be just greenery
A world without fruits
It is difficult to fathom

There has to be fruits
How else does one munch
If there are no fruits
How else does one spit out the pits
If there are no fruits
How else the grocers have a
semblance of fruit business
If there are no fruits
It is difficult to fathom
Need we ask for more!

For Margaret's hosting at Real Toads -  Artistic Interpretations

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Quality time With the Family

                                                                                                         Attribution: Fae
Image:  Being near and together (here)
Extending a hand in friendship
Such a noble idea to effect change
Wanting to seal a relationship
In an ambience befitting acclaim

Far yet within striking distance
Attesting to madness of desires
Life’s tests that impinge on cadence
A wonderful offspring he had sired

Debating within him for impact
What then is the consideration
With loved ones feeling relaxed
Relishing salads for fat reduction

For Bjorn's hosting at d'Verse  on Defamiliarization MTB
where we are to present the familiar in a new way so 
it feels new . One way is to take something ordinary 
and not to mention what it is until the very end

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Extending a wealth of kindness to those blessed

                                                                                       Attribution: Primus von Quack
Image: Dusk in Steveston, British Columbia (here)

Red Wolf Poems Wordle #31:
To use the given words and to include
the phrase 'every song must end'
The given words:
grit spirit raw pulsing dying Bodhisattva
void legerdemain parasites reflected dusk

legerdemain: cunning deception or trickery
Bodhisattva: a being that compassionately
refrains from entering nirvana in order to
save others and is worshiped as a deity 
Real Toads:  youth and age

Youth and age at opposite ends of the spectrum
Surviving with true grit of the untested and young
but balanced by the spirit of the experienced soul

Raw nerves employed of activities physical in nature
pulsing at fast rate of adrenalin flow of the young

Matched by the aged afflicted with chronic diseases
sometimes dying but ever willing to act like the
deity Bodhisattva stalking with a pure heart
extending a wealth of kindness to those blessed

Mankind is not conveniently compartmentalized
age-wise though for the void in between may well be
filled by elements prone to legerdemain tendencies
The parasites of society are reflected in ills
of human failings

The dusk of the day brings to a finality of the day’s
failings to hide in the darkness of nights and to
commence the next day their nefarious ventures
unless and until restrained or cut short by the arms
of the law.

Only then will humanity be spared though
invariably sufferings of the deprived would still
be sustained for another day
But poetic justice or justice as a whole will
ultimately triumph as Providence is a fair
Equalizer so that is how eventually
‘every song must end.’

For Nicole's hosting at Red Wolf Poems Wordle #31 and
Kerry's Midweek Challenge at Real Toads with -  youth and age

It maintains its identity by its sheer tenacity

                                                                                      Attribution: Brocken Inaglory
Image: A specimen of the Metrosideros polymorpha (here)

3WW:  notorious toxic fiery
Poetry Jam:  identity - who are you
Poets United:  health

Who are you?

It maintains its identity by its sheer
tenacity producing a brilliant display
of fiery red to yellow flowers

The Metrosideros polymorpha
in all its insistence
Notorious for holding out in all of
its intensity for its very existence
in such trying situations
of toxic lava flows

Yet it grows easily on lave
reputedly the first plant to peep
out of the fertile soil

No small wonder it is sacred to Pele
the volcano goddess in imposing its
presence in plain good health

So, here again, who are you, anyway!

Note: The Metrosideros polymorpha, is a
species of flowering evergreen tree in the
myrtle family found in Hawaii. It produces 
a brilliant display of flowers which can
range from fiery red to yellow. Many native 
Hawaiian traditions refer to the tree as sacred
to Pele, the volcano goddess The trees grow
easily on lava, and are usually the very first 
plants to grow on new lava flows  -  Wiki

For Brian's hosting at Poetry Jam 
Susan's at Poets United's Midweek Motif
Thomg's at 3WW week # 402

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

To extend fellowship for sake of the other

                                                                                      Attribution: Mindlovemisery's
Image: Courtesy of Mindlovemisery's (here)

In the midst of the cold and misty morning
Still retaining tenaciously the orange hues
Likeness of golden Autumn less the shine
Shivering harboring beads of morning dew

Insisting on nearness to savor the warmth
Of togetherness reliving memories of old
Of days gone by but still fresh of moments
To cherish together steadfast within the fold

Relentlessly the years seem fast moving
A couple holding hands humming in unison
Thoughts of precious moments of sharing
Tugs the conscience at signs of disagreements

Being together sacrificing one’s comforts
To extend fellowship for sake of the other
The best there is for happiness without efforts
Certainly a convenient and accepted formula

For MindloveMisery's Menagerie Photo
Challenge #35 -  flowers in the snow

Monday, November 17, 2014

Prestidigitation of a kind to happen naturally

Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag

The given words:
toadstool amber
prestidigitation  -  sleight-of-hand
obsidian  -  naturally occurring volcanic glass
formed as an extrusive igneous rock
lapis-lazuli  -  deep blue semi-precious stone
scabious  -  of the honeysuckle
family of flowering plants

Sitting on the bench at the bus-stop
Like an elf on a toadstool looking out
At the empty highway expecting some
miracle of a kind to happen naturally

It was on amber for far too long waiting
for green to appear but it never did come
There was no change and the highway
remained empty for some while waiting for
prestidigitation of a kind to happen naturally

Was it the obsidian based rock used in its
construction that made it that very risky
To take corners even at reasonable speed
if at all was pushing the luck too far
Apparently lots of lapis-lazuli kind were
embedded in the levels beneath the surface
It made this a valuable stretch of road

It also contributed to the strange sparkles
These suddenly blinded even careful drivers
They could not explain beautiful rays darting
out from the road surface just before the crash

The scabious dotting the sides did not help
to make this a safe and friendly encounter
An expectation of a kind to happen naturally

For Bjorn’s #lqw wordle 11 
Tess' Magpie Tales # 246 and
Kerry's Open Link Monday
at Real Toads

Sunday, November 16, 2014

That is all that he had asked for

                                                                                                 Attribution: cyclonebill
Image: Toasted rye bread with smoked 
potatoes, mayonnaise and chives (here)

The given words:
lingering toasty palate fresh hints
sex tends subtle mix yields soul

The lingering toasty taste of a
simple toast on his palate
That is all that he had asked for

Fresh from being rescued
from the jaws of death
when he was found in the alley

That was the last he remembered
when he was  on the way
back to his hotel

With no hints of the impending
mayhem he was caught in the
cross-fire between rival gangs
This was their fight for territorial rights
to control the booze and sex trade

It tended to be a subtle mix 
They were providing a relationship
to that of providing a service
It was creating a business with
yields far beyond the related risks
with law enforcement

Even though he was knocked
senseless he overheard their debates
now stored in his subconscious

Should he tell the police of their
plans or keep silent to cover his butt
In his sorry state of soul searching
he was still debating!

For Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl #187 and
Mary's at Poets United's Poetry Pantry #227

Saturday, November 15, 2014

The lonely heart yonder hurts

                                                                                Attribution: Rob Hannawacker
Image: A Lonely Scrub Jay (here)

mystic purple flames
arise from the spirit’s stalks
chill my autumn heart                 Panchali's

For my  loved one from afar
Pining for love’s memories         Hank's

             *   *   *

mystic purple flames
arise from the spirit’s stalks
chill my autumn heart                  Panchali's

Chirpings above tells me
The lonely heart yonder hurts      Hank's

Note: To complete Panchali's 5-7-5
haiku with a 7-7 for a Tan Renga

For Chev's CARPE DIEM Tan Renga Challenge
#59 with Panchali's 'mystic purple flames'

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Slimy but not a crook

                                                                                            Attribution: macropile
Image:  A Common Snail (here)

Slow darting ‘feelers’
leaving silvery  trails and
yummy with frog  legs

Outer shells extend
protection but just for birds
known to gobble whole

Slimy but not a 
crook while soft and fleshy but
neither is sexy

Little Creatures #12  -  snails

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

A foodie enjoys it all!

                                                                              Artist: Jan Davidsz de Heem
Image: With A Glass And Oysters

Red Wolf Poems: Still life image above
3WW  the given words:
crucial yearning malignant 
Poetry Jam: dream 
d'Verse: Poetics: Food for thought

There he is he had readied himself
A perfect stance to experience the ultimate
Earlier on a Dutch friend had shown him

Pick a good one and roll it on cut onions
That he was told
Hold it by the tail and looking up
Raise it above the nose
Slowly lower it to an open mouth
It is crucial to keep still
And that’s it!
Just take little bites
Until you bave gulped all
That’s how you take herring
Raw herring!

Of course, you could have them
cut into little pieces
Served on a plate atop the cut onions
But that defeats the whole purpose
Raw herring ought to be taken standing up
That’s where all the fun is!

A yearning for things raw and edible!

Done sushi before which
comprised raw edibles too
But it gets to be too much glutinous rice
One gets full in no time
So oysters are just perfect
To be slurped down with a silent ‘swoosh’
How so smooth it goes down the throat

A foodie enjoys it all!
It is a dream!

But wait up!
Be mindful though
Eating raw invites some risks
Tiny worms remain malignant
in the system
Die-hard sushi lovers are known
to be carriers of such parasites!

Thomg's hosting at 3WW # 401
Irene's at Red Wolf Poems #225
Sumana's at Poetry Jam and
Abhra's at d'Verse Poetics:

Monday, November 10, 2014

The cold was not a deterrent

                                                                                Attribution: Claire Evans
Image: The Winter snows (here)

The Haiku

Winter cold creeps in
Small animals scampering
Stocking their larder

The Prose

Activities picked up at Autumn's end. The impending cold imposed
hibernation tendencies. Living creatures snugly close to each other.
Fun for kids outside. Parents to catch up on tinkering in the house.
Never a dull moment even though snowing. The cold was not a deterrent

(total of 55 words)

For Chev's CARPE DIEM   -  In Kamishibai Extreme #1
to write a haibun (haiku + prose) in not more than 55 words
on the Winter Feeling

Sunday, November 9, 2014

I've known him that long to fall for it!

Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag

Bjorn's given words:
skyclad  -  the practice of ritual nudity in Neopaganism
cotyledon  - first leaves to appear from a germinating seed.
myg  -  Myg of the planet Lythyl is a fictional superhero  
boutonniere  -  a spray of flowers worn in a buttonhole.
pone -  unleavened maize bread 
dram  - a small drink of whisky or other spirits:
phonograph -  a gramophone (given word ponograph
could not be found and substituted with phonograph)

   “Make no mistake it is not my nature
to be caught skyclad in the buff in the open

       I'm clad in the Stars and Stripes 
today prompted by strong patriotism 
    on this auspicious Veterans Day

     It might appear flimsy and loosely 
draped over my olive smooth and perfumed 
skin.  I would love to throw open emulating a 
cotyledon and surprise everyone and you’ll 
                  ogle all you want

     For I am fully clothed under these wraps 
in hotpants. But still it’ll leave some of the DOM 
panting salivating at the mouth. No, I’ll not do that
            for the veteran’s sake but just stay 
                 home in quiet anticipation

      I’m waiting for my Myg who is normally 
formally dressed complete with a boutonniere but
      not for long when I’m through with him

     Instead we’ll have a few drams to liven up 
things just a little and skipping the pone for later.

      There’ll be soft jazz in the background, no not
 from the phonograph which is just for show but the 
real thing to set him up. If you detect an evil smile in 
     me it is because I’m a vixen going for the kill!

       He’ll fall for it I've known him that long to fall 
for it. After all it had been 48 hours since we’ve first 
                met and that’s long enough!"

For Bjorn's Weekly lqw Wordle #10
Tess' Magpie Tales # 245 and
Magaly's Open Link Monday at Real Toads

That all will turn out nice and well?

                                                                                 Attribution: Karlis Dambrans
Image: The Ubiquitous Smartphone (here)

Sunday Whirl's given words:
fervor thread mud thorns shine suicide
rose crocus birds crossroads owl night
MlmM's:  unforgiven

It is with such fervor that friendly
discussions are sustained in sequential
threads that one can enjoy continuity
of facebook and more so in cell phone

Mindful though of the mud
flung or sharp remarks like thorns
piercing to take the shine off
such current conveniences

It is also plain suicide to innocently
post revealing selfies under the false
impression others appreciate one’s 
charms as a red rose crocus yellow or 
birds of many colors

Youngsters are at the  crossroads
It is just unforgiven to think that
all will turn out nice and well not
forgetting it can turn owlish coupled
with sleepless nights if such personal  
matters get  into the wrong hands

For Brenda's hosting at  Sunday Whirl's Wordle #186
Mary's at Poets United's Poetry Pantry # 226
and Mindlovemisery's Menagerie #80 

Friday, November 7, 2014

quenching thirsts of grounds below

                                                                                                 Attribution: Audrey
Image: Beads of Raindrops  (here)

early morning
silence before the rising sun
raindrops on a branch                          -  Georgia

chills of the night eagerly
dancing with light cold drizzle              -  Hank

early morning
silence before the rising sun
raindrops on a branch                          -  Georgia

dripping slowly pearly white
quenching thirsts of grounds below     -   Hank

For Chev's CARPE DIEM to complete a
Tan Renga  Challenge #57 with a 7-7 to
Georgia's Early Morning haiku of 5-7-5 

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Candle light dinner and romance

                                                                                              Attribution: Smarthur80
Image: Candlelight dinner (here)

The Red Wolf Wordle with given words:
candle demands fireplace elaborate
tolerate  shallow slack wine silver letter 
exasperate perforate incinerate

Had designs of a candle light dinner and romance
With someone who had just come into her life
He had suggested privacy serenity and warmth
Away from the madding crowd and strife

She had agreed but felt safer at her place than his
No demands were made otherwise so it was agreed
There was no fireplace though but he did not insist
She would decide to think then to serve his needs

A special dinner but not to be too elaborate
Table setting should be formal with everything right
Ambience of a quiet evening  that both could tolerate
One look at the table setting and everything was set

He should be thinking of food and nothing else
She realized the danger of coming on too strong
The impression to keep things shallow not to slack
With sultry jazz music playing in the background

For a light dinner  with white wine on warm evenings
With lighter foods like shrimp or salads as appetizer
Light main course of Tarragon Chicken perhaps the thing
The silverware set but not necessarily though to the letter

But when came the big day she was exasperated
Her dress had ended perforated torn and all in tatters
Where was he she was fuming not wanting yet to incinerate
The audacity to say he would be in the morning for breakfast

Note: Misky Ma'am,
This is a tough nut to crack. I could not
get it done in the present tense as suggested. 

For Misky's hosting at The Red Wolf Wordle #30

Their bidding in a pioneering flight!

                                                                                    Attribution: NASA Emmett Given
Image: Payload Control Room Space Flight Center (here)

3WW given words:
devastate plummet gossamer

They heard the news and they were devastated
Over 700 of the privileged few had taken the offer
They had paid sterling pounds 150,000 per head
But then they heard the news of the disaster

They were not ordinary people but icons of society
Household names who had made their mark in life
Stephen Hawking Lady Gaga Bieber Pitt and Jolie
For an exciting journey anticipated not yet realized

After Friday night’s fatal test flight, which killed one pilot
When the craft plummeted to earth broken and burnt out
About 3% of them lost their desire to be included
And had cancelled their bidding in the pioneering flight

A glimmer of hope shrouded in a gossamer of events
It  may set back the shine in the immediate future
But those with money to throw around are not concerned
To reserve a seat on space tourism’s early venture

For Thomg's 3WW week 400

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Pebble Beach Golf Links

                                                                                             Attribution: Metallion
Image: 1  Pebble Beach 7th Hole (here)

Pebble Beach Golf Links is a golf course on the 
west coast of the United States, located in Pebble 
Beach, California. Widely regarded as one of the 
most beautiful courses in the world, it hugs the 
rugged coastline and has wide open views of 
Carmel Bay, opening to the Pacific Ocean on 
the south side of the Monterey Peninsula - Wiki

Image: 2   My son Azhar with his Beautiful
Up-Swing (the club is parallel to the ground
at the top of the swing)

First public course to be selected in 2001
As the #1 Golf course in America by Golf Digest
Hosted six majors, a PGA and five US Opens
Plus the 2019 US Open is on the cards

The 2000 US Open where Tiger was the Champ
For the total  of 272 one to be remembered
Was a massive 15 strokes difference
Chalked up by Tiger to the first runner-up

Pebble Beach appears non-obtrusive not disturbing
But current objections against further development
Where enhancing its golf interests was found wanting
Smack against voices of environmental protection

For alan's hosting at Poetry Jam  -  pebbles

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Sensing to explode!

                                                                                                  Attribution: Stuart
Image: Threatening black clouds (here)

Clouds one’s mind strangely
Nebulous of feel so tight
Sensing to explode

Clouds moving above
Billowing reality
Seeing images

Gather one’s strength then
Threatening black clouds waiting
to impact deluge

For Chev's CARPE DIEM Time Glass # 9  -  clouds
and Kerry's hosting at Open Link Monday at Real Toads

Monday, November 3, 2014

Without batting an eye-lid!

                                                                                           Attribution: Dick Blick Art
Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag (here)

The given words from lqw Wordle:
bat  wail  ghoul ogre  zombie  werewolf  succubus

Without batting an eye-lid
The soldiers can advance at a leisurely pace
Despite long piercing wails in the distance
The desolation on the ground forgotten

Stepping over burnt out stumps
Not really looking down
Not thinking of ghoulish souls
who succumbed from sniper’s bullets
or later from the inferno that engulfed them
And the curse of chemical weapons that followed

The soldiers advanced real slow
Everything in its wake destroyed
The townspeople perished where they stood
All those who died never had a chance

The ogre like spectacle would
ultimately appear as long-haired zombies
Bent on avenging their painful demise
when their skins melted like liquid glue
Slowly tugging on them to wrest away
what little life there was still
clinging on their being

They could choose to  reappear as a
transformed werewolf with long trailing hair
and sharp twin canine teeth protruding
at each corner of their mouth

Or better yet the young maidens who had missed
all the fun now return as the sex-crazed succubus
getting on to the able-bodied handsome hulks at will

You soldiers will not stand a chance
You’ll be pulverized
ravished like virgins by the spirits
Even armed with a gun you are
finished what more with flowers
and leaves thinking these
are enough to win them over

They are now spirits and you are now vulnerable!

For Tess' Magpie Tales # 244
Poets United's Poetry Pantry #225 and
lqw Wordle week #9

Friday, October 31, 2014

Long flowering shrub

                                                                                         Attribution: H Zell
Image: Round-head Bush-clover (here)

The fresh, aerial parts of blooming plants
are used in homeopathy as remedy  -  Wiki

Long flowering shrub
Bumble bee friendly but deer
haters Bush clover

Bathed in morning dew
Awaiting pollinators
For most of the year

Aerial parts used for
homeopathy remedy
Ready smiles from monks

Query: Some sources mentioned Bush clovers as
shrubs hated by deer (here) but Issa said otherwise.
Wonder which is true! In the extract below does
Issa mean the deer eats something else then and
not necessarily a Bush clover shrub?

bush clover sprouting
when people aren't looking
the deer eats    -   Issa

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #595 -  Bush clover

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Puddle on the Pavement

                                                                             Attribution: Roger McLassus
Image: An Oily Puddle (here)

Things we see or the things we miss seeing
What are those that hold our attention
Perhaps those that  personally affect our being
Or more precisely that we see more often

But there are those staring right in our face
Spied along the pathways at eye level
Still not readily ‘sighted’ and somewhat  displaced
Perhaps not stunningly pretty to be ogled

Only when a puddle is side-stepped on the pavement
Was it realized it being there as an obstacle to avoid
No one to do a Raleigh cape laying event
But reacted as a safety measure lest a slip occurred

An oily puddle can be fascinating to sketch
Needs finesse in separating the bubbly nature
An artist’s brush can depict easily a muddy patch
But not river streams or lake water features

Simple things in life
Have to be seen as a bother
To be realized
Or sorely missed as before

For Claudia's hosting at d'Verse MTB -  things we see

Was he a victim of violence?

                                                                                                  Attribution;  Aleser
Image: Bare Feet of Adult (here)

The Prompts:
3WW  -  blood  lurk cripple  
Red Wolf Poems: To include “I won’t ever come back”
Poetry Jam  -  broken

Dried blood caked his tattered shirt
Barefooted lying on his back
He must have lain there a few hours
Still warm he couldn’t have died that long
Still in one piece and hardly disturbed

Lurking in the dark a coyote
waiting to abuse his remains
Most fortunate it was discovered early

A cursory assessment told investigators
This was not self-inflicted
The injuries were rained from the rear
It looked to be a homicide

Crippled in their thinking
The post-mortem they reasoned should  help

Upon rummaging through his pockets
They found a crumpled letter
It could hardly be read
But what was clear was the last line
It said, “I won’t ever come back”
If he was the writer
He got his wish!

Was this a suicide note or one
innocently written in anger

Was he a victim of violence being
at the wrong place at the wrong time?
A broken man with a broken heart

Or simply an unlucky victim!

Thomg's hosting at 3WW shared with
Irene's at Red Wolf Poems and
Mary's at Poetry Jam

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

No surprise the ‘zing’ was piercing!

                                                                                   Attribution: John Warwick Brooke
Image: In the Trenches (here)

He crawled nearer watching forlornly
Barely a few hours ago they were reminding each other
They ought to be wary
Entering sniper territory
Meant extra risks and untold danger

It did not come too soon
‘Whoose’ silently did it come
The ‘zing’ barely 5 feet away
His squad buddy was there minutes ago
Leaning over next to him

He was still there but no more breathing
His helmet took the brunt
No surprise the ‘zing’ was piercing
It made it sound so close
The haversack with all his worldly possessions
In shreds like popcorns
His lanyard with the whistle at its end
Was still intact though
Blood still oozing from his temple
He could not look at his buddy
He was used to seeing blood
But when it was from one known to him
it made him nauseous

The medics  arrived finally
They did a leopard crawl for quite a distance
That took time but to no avail
A test of the pulse and the verdict was clear
His buddy was no more

He suddenly felt angry and weary
He felt sorry
He grew up an adult in a war zone
He felt lucky
He felt protected
By the angels above
He was!

For Gabriella's hosting at d'Verse: Poetics  -  war poetry

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Polished stones glisten

                                                                              Attribution: Lejon Saarloos
Image: Polished River Stones (here)

Hazy afternoon
Ripples of stream water glides
Polished stones glisten

Workers wormed their way
Crowded highway jammed with cars
Back from the rat race

Extending its reach
A cicada needs only
sing sweet melody

Birds returned to roost
Sky darkened night life begins
Can the city sleep?

For Chev's CARPE DIEM GW #31 'One of a Kind' and
Magaly's hosting at Real Toad's Open Link Monday

Sunday, October 26, 2014

A speedy solution was in order

                                                                                    Attribution: Joi Ito
Image: A Police Officer on his Rounds (here)

The given words:
inklings strange epilogue gnarled frivolous speedy
poppies literally audible blue roots thirteen apocalyptic

He had no inkling of what a strange epilogue it was
It gnarled at his conscience thinking how frivolous
A speedy solution was in order though he was furious
How they acquired the poppies plants he was curious

It was literally a bad assessment with objections heard
Not so loud but audible enough to cause real concern
He was blue in the face thinking of all the muck and dirt
He had to go to the roots of the matter after so long

Thirteen officers were implicated and that’s not small
He could anticipate the consequences and was not happy
It all happened in his watch that made him vulnerable
Apocalyptic he had to accept the ultimate responsibility

For Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle #184 and
Mary's at Poets United's Poetry Pantry #224

A Homecoming

                                                                                     Attribution: M Bednar
Image: Blue Ridge Parkway Farm (here)

The flight was uneventful and boring
Only fluffs of white clouds by the window
As though one is bedded where angels tread
Softly as babies on a luxurious lullaby
Mind occupied with events days ago
Of an impending Board Meeting he was to chair
More or less duplicating a similar event
Of a decade ago having arrived at the Big Apple
With visions of a being a successful trader

Acting on an e-mail from his elder sister
Hurrying him home to his roots in the country
For she is down from lots of elderly ailments
Wanting him back to see to the family property
Acres of land in the beautiful country-side
But left to the vagaries of weather these past years

Left word he should be back within days
Left everything to his deputy and off he went
He went back exactly the way he came
With lots of questions and anticipations

There he was now standing looking at old Joe’s
A cabin where he spent lots of long hours
Listening to old Joe’s yarn of his days as a farm-hand
On his family ranch tending to his grandad’s  livestock

                                                                               Attribution: M Bednar
Image: Blue Ridge Parkway Farm (here)

The poetry book is still on the table the larder undisturbed
Very unlike a well organized old Joe to leave in such a hurry
The woods behind the cabin where he used to chase rabbits
Laid bird-traps with old Joe’s insistence and skilled expertise
Reflected the same mystery as when he was a kid before

Why everyone left the ranch just a few months after him
Why no word except for a few letters in the beginning
Perhaps his sister should know and he needed to know
There’ll be lots of email to be relayed in days to come
Among the first is to his deputy who is waiting for his return
It’ll be a long wait for he decided to tend to the ranch first

He is not coming back! Not just yet!

For Margaret's hosting at Play it Again #10 at Real Toads and
my feeble attempt at trying to emulate Dylan Thomas the only choice
of the 3 offered that seems like a free verse and near enough.
Shared with Brian's hosting at d'Verse - homecoming

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Fatigued through travels

                                                                                                   Attribution: Rama
Image: Metal Beggar's Bowl (here)

Fatigued through travels
Monks came back to rest for lots
of meditation

Food in beggar's bowl
Left-overs for strays but lone
bird chirps wanting some

Karma rewards monk
Good health there for his bidding
The rich begs for same

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #589

Friday, October 24, 2014

perilous journeys in life

                                                                                               Attribution: Geo-Loge
Image: Floods on River Elbe (here)

in a desert land
stones from rivers far away
muttering dark tales                 -  MMT 
sun above bears witness of      -  Hank's
perilous journeys in life

in a desert land
stones from rivers far away
muttering dark tales                 -   MMT
beware when skies open up     -   Hank's
karma rewards the blessed few

in a desert land
stones from rivers far away
muttering dark tales                 -   MMT
inciting snowfalls sadly            -   Hank's
floods scare excuse not to act

For Chev's CARPE DIEM # 55 -  To complete MMT's
5-7-5 'River Stones' haiku with a 7-7 for a Tan Renga

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

There are demons behind the wheels!

                                                                                                   Attribution: Morio
Image: F1 Racing on Proper Tracks (here)

The given words: fertile defensive needy

If one is to observe on the road
It's a game to some inconsiderate few
The law abiding who follow the rules
Contrary to what is expected
Are the ones most open to risks
The irony of it all

There are demons behind the wheels
Very much taken by the F1 driving mood
Who choose to show their prowess
Whose fertile minds are working overtime
Testing and experimenting with their skills
Nipping into and switching lanes
All at great speed

The danger is extreme provocation
This may invoke a negative reaction
The law abiding may refuse to budge
The tendency is to react in a like manner
of offending those who offended

There is nothing like defensive driving
The demons be left to their quirks
One is not to react but to give way
The demons are the 'needy' who need to learn
They will learn the hard way one day
That is, if they live long enough!

For 3WW #398