living the fast lane that of a stuntman

          

                                                                                                                                   Author: Yannick Croissant

Image: A Stunt Show (here)

Taking cautionary steps on a lazy afternoon
To avoid daring acts dangerous to perform
Just easy, nothing wild and not to take to heart
No negative comments that might likely disrupt

Wanting an assurance of an impression
Would  not be lighting fires without reasons
Rather living the fast lane that of a stuntman
To rest awhile if caught in tight situations

'Fasten the seat belts' a good escape clause
A good reason to feel reassured to a cause
Nothing untoward would likely to appear

If carefully nurtured to care for any fear

Grace at d'Verse  openlinknight-345/

siblings faithfully all in single file

                                                                                                                               Author: Oxyman 

Image: Highly tutored to reduce frictions (here)

siblings faithfully all in a single file
mother's insistence to be six in a row
seemed inclined to test the waters
but rooted along their narrow domains

not moving neither were they spent

breaking rules were strictly not tolerated
tattered in thoughts a swan's dilemma
no sibling rivalry overtaking to snatch victory
nor throw a sly spin to make one to retreat

A curved passage could offer alternatives
but caught in the middle of a problem
avoiding any nerve-wracking intrusion

freedom to choose was no free holiday 

Paean's at d'Verse Poetics

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Autumn begging to be appreciated

                                                                                                                           Author: Mostafameraji

Image: Autumn at Vake Park, Tbilisi City, Georgia (here)

Autumn begging to be appreciated
Did well as a transition from warm to cold
To accord succulent fruits to be harvested
With perhaps a whole turkey into the fold

Chill of winter waving, blue of sky greyish
Many resigned to less hectic of activities
Halloween invented to liven up as a wish
Perceived melancholy seemed unhealthy

Holidays ended back to school for young ones
Lively sporting season built up to a crescendo
Major league games wrapped up within the months

To be mentally prepared for 'hibernation' woes

Magaly at Poets and Storytellers United 

Friday Writings #91:  - muscle memory

Holding hands, pitching a wish

                                                                                                                                        Author: Crew crew

Image: Such Bliss  (here)

The world whirled slowly by
Medley of forms and activities
Some accepted some on the sly
And many others of mediocrity

Many who planned to procure
Executed them with perfection
But some just failed to endure
Unashamedly await for salvation

Oblivious to what transpired
The outside world was no bother
Adhering to whims and desires
Young couples aligned their rudder

In a world of their own venture
Holding hands, pitching a wish
Time stood still pristine in nature

Have we elders not savoured such bliss?

Lillian at d'Verse  OLN-live-again/

where are we heading?

                                                                            Author:  George Hodan 

Image: Bottled up choices (here)

License: CC0 Public Domain

what was the drift?

his mind declined to answer

sadly it had happened

he let slip the opportunity

a sure sign of misjudgment

he tried to keep his chin up

in vain efforts of maintaining

some form of authority

we anticipate good decisions

to welcome a new beginning

- that he realised

but where are we heading?

silence is not really an option

all bottled up reduced the choices

Grace at d'Verse - poetics-bottled-poetry/

blight on its conscience

                                                                                                                  Author: Henry Söderlund

Image:  A Hungry Squirrel (here)

looking for a bite
and bothered by the cold 

without a stocked larder
it was a grave misjudgment
worsening of the weather
meant an empty stomach 

in hibernation
 

blight on its conscience

now pining for food

utter regret often 

the wages of blunder

(44 words)

De at d'Verse : Quadrille-181

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Japanese food was much fun

                       

                                           The tapenyaki which I thought was less filling 

                                         The Tempura that followed. This was after the opening sushi that I had earlier

My elder son Hafidz 
and his charming wife Qhaty 
invited us for lunch again

‘We’re going Japanese 
It’ll be at the same venue 
that we had before’ they said. 
This is an ‘eat as much 
as you can joint’.

I remember what happened 
the last time. 
I was naughty  

I ate as much as I could then

and was breathless with a 

full tummy when we left

. 

I told myself  I would 
be less naughty today 
and would exercise 
utmost care not to overeat.

Japanese buffet, yes!

How nice?
Eat as much as you can eat
It’s a tall order

Would I be naughty again?

Tendency is to do so
Must control myself
No sushi with rice
Other offerings would do
They are less filling

How did it go?
I was still naughty
Japanese food was much fun

I could not help it

Rosemary at Poets and Storytellers United - 

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Broadway for one's bidding!

                                                                               Author/Artist: Childe Hassam

Image: Fifth Ave NYC - Nocturne (here)

Music, when soft voices die, 

Vibrates in the memory - Percy Bysshe Shelley

Typical of a small city street

Very unlike those one sees

Old fashioned cobblestones

NYC  is not that sane and quiet

Big Apple is what Times Square is

The sophistication of Broadway

But barely half a block away

The third rate movie theatres

Reeking of weed smokers

And sudden blurting of curses

Interspersed with the F-word

Makes one sick to the bones

The one and only experience

Was just about enough to know

Instead in stark contrast

Just nip over nearby to any of Broadway’s

Overcoats at the cloak-room

Upon arrival and once inside

Not a whisper or a pin drop

Silence observed except

The music and voice from the stage

Music, when soft voices die, 

Vibrates in the memory 

Zorba the Greek

Anthony Quinn himself

playing the lead in person

on stage in 1984

Just as in the film of 1964

but the run was for weeks

on Broadway

At Intermission half-way

For light refreshments

All in all a most satisfying

evening with formal trappings

But informal in all instances

These are the NYC theatres

Broadway for one's bidding!

Note: Revamp of an old poem 

recounting Hank's sojourn at the

Big Apple.

Merril at d'Verse : poetics-august-transitions/

It was most breath-taking

                                                                                                            Author: Khoshhat

Image: Mountain top View (here)

the 12 given Wordle Words:

bones trouble  

hearth (the floor of a fireplace)

weeping wilderness cry bread 

withered grass, come answer

reproach (the expression of disapproval). 

What a relief now that 

we are at the bottom

It was most breath-taking 

up there

make no bones about it

it was a mountain-top 

viewing phenomena

A sight to behold

Nature-lovers were however 

troubled seeing the hearth 

of rubbish on the ground 

the weeping wilderness

a far cry of the scenic scene 

above

stale bread upon withered grass

empty bottles and torn boxes

among them 

Despite the love for 

conservation come a look 

of reproach was no answer 

they were losing out 

to anti-social elements

These people found it 

convenient to have the

environment dressed up 

with all sorts of remnants

upon leaving the scene

Jadeli at d'Verse OLN-343-august/

MMT at The Whirligig.-434