Wednesday, March 3, 2021

a thing of the past

                                                                                              Author: Andy Mabbett
Image:  Pray this will be a 
Reality in Time! (here) 
11 of 12 given words:
thing flash swift  
roves (wandering with no specific destination)
constant wild moves rings chain straight order

a thing of the past
a flash of memory
came swiftly and fast
roves in a hurry

constant wild moves
rings true of one on edge
staying very much aloof 
precariously on a ledge

on fringes of a madness 
consequence of chain of events
lurking from across the wilderness
straight out feeling all tensed

such is the scenario today
disorganized with no leisure
now utterly out of play
not of the old order and pleasure

MMT's Whirligig Wordle #308 
JadeLi at d'Verse Poetics - edges and fringes

Tuesday, March 2, 2021

Night Fishing

Image:  The Morning After, Hank with
a Whopper, a long time ago! It brought 
back the memories

It was late afternoon. The heat of the day still beating down on us. The sea
was calm. The sky was clear in bluish hues with white clouds drifting leisurely by. 
It looked to be so inviting. The beach was filled with the shrieks and laughter
of the youngsters, stragglers from the crowd barely minutes ago. It would
be quiet shortly with dusk approaching.

We put out to sea in the middle of the night. The heavens above were full of twinkling 
stars. A slight sea breeze playfully rocked the boat a little. We shone the torch-lights 
into the crystal clear waters. That was one way to attract the squids to the surface 
which were scooped up as bait.

Light waves kept lapping the sides of the boat to a regular rhythm. It rocked 
us in time preventing us from having a shut-eye. The night was uneventful with 
just small bites. The regular rocking was a bother. It was frustrating and the night 
was long. The break of dawn was the clincher.Bites galore, what a whopper!

Night fishing was a test of patience

in still of the night
rocking lullaby movements
not meant to doze off

Lillian's at d'Verse Haibun Monday - down memory lane

Saturday, February 27, 2021

Limericks Fare

Image:  A Careful User (here)

A fellow who telecommuted
Was he doubly fast when he tweeted
Thumb worked on the HP
Crossed the road in a jiffy
Pallbearers later had him hoisted

A weird fellow who tended to brag
Could never readily hold him back
His random boasts
Didn’t come close
As his exploits were just a drag

A woman who always seemed game
Had a fearful reputation to her name
A guy who tried to get fresh
Was on the behind thrashed
She was of a black belt Tae Kwon Do fame

MLMM's Lucky Dip - Limericks

Friday, February 26, 2021

wings of change flapping

                                                                                              Author:Marcel Burkhard (User:Cele4)
Image:  Skimming the Surface   (here)

the 12 given words:
wings neared lake drift glided water surface 
rippling, arc composed settled nest

wings of change flapping
as they neared the lake
the drift grew intense upon returning
they glided forcefully instead

skimmed the water surface
rippling the calmness of the morning
a familiar technique in place
forming an arc before diving in

composed in attitude searching
in the clear expanse of the reservoir
settled safely in the nest having
taken their first tryout wanting more

MMT's the Whirligig #307

Tuesday, February 23, 2021

Providence is a fair Equalizer

                                                                                                  Author: Basile Morin
Image: The Young and the Old (here)

I am the bud and the blossom, I am the late-falling leaf  -  Paul Dunbar’s The Paradox:

All the world’s a stage of which are enacted
seven parts. Two parts are of uncanny similarity
but paradoxically different. The infant at the
beginning and the second childhood at the end
for 'I am the bud and the blossom' says one  
and sadly 'I am the late-falling leaf' says the other

The infant is helpless, dependent on minders
for every need. But showered with love and affections
bubbly and cute is adored and cuddled in all innocence

The second childhood is just as dependent on minders
But that’s where it ends. 

Existing in the misery of dementia where personal 
hygiene has gone asunder. Aged and spent devoid 
of memory, dehumanized and degrading unkempt
to say the least. Planned obsolescence of humankind
sans everything!

Why is this so? Is it nature’s way to ensure those with
debilitating afflictions the late falling leaves are accorded 
the love and affections due to them just as one is 
bubbly and cute? (even though they are a misery 
to themselves and their minders! )

Maybe so, it is so!
Providence is a fair Equalizer.

There is no denying it!

Note: Acknowledging the wisdom of the Bard

Laura at d'Verse Poetics - the resolution of opposites/

reaching for the sky

Image:  STOP - to reach for the sky or
to proceed forward (here)

reaching for the sky
outward bound for a change
contending on the sly
with touch of fame

others may not be alarmed
in a world of competitive spirit
cornering the market by elements
unfriendly going by their habits

no fear 
play by the ear
(44 words)

De at d'Verse  - Quadrille
Nekneeraj's at MlMM's Photo Challenge #355

Sunday, February 21, 2021

What's new Pussycat?

                                                                                               Source (here)
Image: Some ladies are privileged

What's new Pussycat?
a black cat and a sexy black lingerie
it may turn out to be a lethal combination
in certain circumstances

a piece of garment 
hidden from view
seen only by the wearer 
or some amourous individuals
privileged and in private

the black cat can then turn cuddly
meowing lithe and playing her cards well

what with the ongoing lockdown
it opens up rare opportunities
a Yoko Ono sleep-in perhaps
it can go in varied directions

Happy pandemic
for all newly married couples
stay together, stay safe!

Shay's at The Sunday Muse  #148

Thursday, February 18, 2021

to mourn a failed encounter

                                                                                          Author: Luisisthebeast
Image: A Loving Couple (here)

11 of 12 given words:
mourn chipped soap mark draw work mail catalog  
threadbare (poor or shabby in appearance)
mend broken 

to mourn a failed encounter
chipped at the edges 
will need more 
than just soap and water

it will be off the mark
to draw an inspiration
from those who enjoy blissfully
a relationship that works 

a mail-order bride from 
a catalog of pretty faces
may not be revealing
the threadbare concoction
to mend a broken soul 

MMT's The Whirligig  Wordle #306
Bjorn at d'Verse OLN #284 - live

Sunday, February 14, 2021

idiocy in communication

                                                                                     Author: Laurel Burch
Image:: Sulking beauty (here)

idiocy in communication
imposed by the pesky lockdown
it got out of fashion
florists were out of town

social media provided the vehicle
virtual bouquets were sent
complete with pictures and words
courtship took on a new turn

holding hands as a first move
was a thing of the past
hands handy on keyboards
seemed more sensuous
the reach was wider
and not to worry it did last

young lady it was no way to sulk
rules imposed which made it sad 
social distancing no freer as a lark
being happy with smartphones and iPads

a letdown to young lovers in a big way 
perhaps even fewer kissings
exposed to the new normal to their dismay
not aware of what they had been missing!

Happy Valentine!

Carrie's at Sunday Muse #147
Michael's at MLMM's - the story of love

Thursday, February 11, 2021

the light had dimmed

                                                                                             Author: Eddie Kips
Image: A Slow Walk Home (here)

the 12 given Wordle words:
father came front door faces light 
star own tragedy near lock believe

many years ago specifically 
it escaped his mind
but fresh in memory his loving father
was ever so thoughtful

there was always something 
in his hands when he came home 
through the front door

faces lit up with high expectations
it was something to eat and share
or a present not for anything specific
but reasons cooked up to justify it

fast forward a decade perhaps
the light had dimmed 
the star no more bright
even for his own birthday 
it needed reminding

he could not get over it
the tragedy consumed his gentleness
nothing violent but he was lost

now a quick change in personal traits
no more the jovial person
that the neighbors encountered
in that quaint village 
but a near hobo needed to be shown home
to be in his locked room

believing that better times 
would favour him again
for his mind is still sanely clear
sadly though faint whispers of her name
in soliloquy could be heard 
Mom was always there for him

MMT's Sunday Whirligig Wordle #305
Grace at d'Verse  Meeting the Bar - setting

Tuesday, February 9, 2021

I am no host do you hear!

                                                                          Author:Ellie Burgin on

 Image:  Insistence on living (here)

Standing alone in semi-darkness
Tenacity is my bother
Despite losing a few petals
Confidence helps me to hold out

I am no host do you hear!
No pesky fungi spores 
Need land on me
Do not spoil my existence

You animal!  oops!
You are neither animal, plant nor bacteria\
You had better decide
What are you anyway
To think you have your own kingdom

So what?
You can't even move
Or grow on your own steam
You are nearer to a living dead

I am no host do you hear!

Note: Hank having fun here.
Never knew fungi can be fun, yes!

Sarah at d'Verse Poetics  -  having fun with fungi
MLMM's Photo Challenge #353

Monday, February 8, 2021

keen relationships that are most enduring

                                                                                          Author: Author Satndy
Image: Cozy Being with Friends (here)

at times of hardships and inconveniences
looking forward to thinking of good times
time to embrace the right form of alliances
in keeping with the good faith of having friends

keen relationships that are most enduring
that are difficult to find and not sustaining
(44 Words)

Merril at d'Verse Quadrille 121

this paragon of beauty

                                                                                 Author: Susie Clevenger
Image: Natural Woman -  Digital Collage Art "Covid Creations"(here)

The 12 given words:
inward grave stirring resolute union 
string invitation late keeping rich 
paragon (something that is the very best). 

an inward-looking stance
grave in its stirrings 
of a chirpy lot

birds of a feather 
resolute in its union
of a string of invitations 
from both ends

though late in the day 
in keeping with the rich choices
not to mention the good taste
of this paragon of beauty
still not being successful 
in extending 
its glutton's set of musings

they failed miserably 
in all attempts of flattery 
to shake her confidence

Sunday Muse $146
MLMM's Wordle # 226

Thursday, February 4, 2021

enraptured comprehending so feeble

                                                                  Author:Clara Taggart MacChesney
Image: Age of Innocence (here)

that innocent look of an angel
leafing and reading slowly across
enraptured comprehending so feeble
not wanting to appear lost

demure and forlornly stable
reacting to one so disappointing
why are they not readily able
but to a flare-up in an eye of a blink

why aren’t humans all angels
so sincere and helpful to all
have a world in entirety central
to be devoid of faults walking tall

to forgive and forget is apt
angels do that all the time
but humans not one to adapt
stained and soiled in grime

Lillian at d'Verse OLN - in my circle

cradled by the buoyant sea breeze

                                                                                                Author:Jason Hollinger
Image: Misty and deserted beach (here)

roaring down the beach 
at the height of winter waves 
mist clouds                             © Jane Reichhold 

roaring down the beach
on converted motorbike
free from corrosion

at the height of winter waves
chased by thrilled seagulls 
freedom on a lark

mist clouds
cradled by the buoyant sea breeze 
amidst heavenly cool retreat

Chevrefeuille's Carpe Diem #1843-troiku-challenge

Tuesday, February 2, 2021

brought back home in body bags!

                                                                                    Author:User: W.wolny
Image: Fallen Newsman - Hiding but not Hidden (here)

staccato bursts of gunfire
intimidating to those in the vicinity
and bombs in the distance
frightening to those under siege
melodious to the marauders
embedded with a detachment
seeing action before his own eyes

the newsman and photographer
unarmed, untrained, unseen 
unaccounted for when fallen
but who could only sigh and hope
that the next sniper’s target
would not have him at the crosshairs

as did some of his colleagues
who had been there earlier
unfortunate enough to be seen
and later picked up still in camouflage
but wet, bathed red with his own blood
unsung, unknown, unidentified 
but just another to add to the growing number
forgotten victims of human conflict
who were not supposed to be there
they who dared to be in the front
just so for the benefit of those
back home sitting sipping coffee
comfortably in front of the idiot box

waiting eagerly for the latest
from those with pads or cameras
whose numbers are increasingly
brought back home in body bags!

when civilian casualties
are the prize called for and termed
as collateral damage
by the powerful and the price
to pay for as a consequence of
human conflict it reflects
the intensity of intentions the
insensitivity of emotions and
sadly the failure of conscience
of humanity

Bjorn at d'Verse Poetics - war poetry

Monday, February 1, 2021

It happened quite suddenly

                                                                                    Author: Paul Friel                                                           
Image: Regal Bearing (here)

I had always wanted to relate the experience. It happened quite suddenly.
I never would have thought it could happen in front of my eyes.  

Hank's grandy pointed to the sky. Hank had seen it on YouTube but not 
in real life. It was a slow glide first in large circles. Then progressively 
moving towards the centre. It was poetry in motion.

Some others stopped and looked up too. Suddenly, it seemed to stop in mid-air. 
Some fowls on the ground scurried making strange noises. In a split second,
it swooped down barely 40 feet away and up with a struggling chicken, not 
a chick gripped at its feet. It was a real privilege to witness. It was no larger
than the chicken itself but flew away with ease.

Eagle Nest of old
Pride of place national bird
Up high in the sky

Frank's at d'Verse- Haibun Monday - eagle

Sunday, January 31, 2021

Hopes dashed it smacked at his girl's happiness

                                                                              Author: Dominicus Johannes Bergsma
Image: An Addict's Craving knows
no Bounds but goes in all Directions (here)

A likable guy for whom all are proud
Very well mannered full of humour
Well dressed not outwardly loud
Ideally suitable as his daughter's partner

She was lauded for landing a big fish
Mommy all agog right from day one
Fitted the bill to a tee for everyone's wish
Waiting for the big day to rightly come

Dad making preparations all in earnest
Amidst all the enthusiasm it came to a stop
Dashed hopes smacked at his girl's happiness
On discovering he was a convicted drug lord

Michael's at MLMM's Sunday Writing Prompt
- discovering the past

Thursday, January 28, 2021

Only a minute ago. Things were riotous

                                                                                                             Author: W.carter
Image: Waiting for the next move (here)

He came home. Said nothing  -  Wislawa Szymborska - Going Home

He came home. Said nothing.
What now. You could hear a pin drop
All quiet. All of a sudden
No one moved. There were three of them
Now there were four

Only a minute ago. Things were riotous
They were sitting. They were reminiscing
They just came from the airport. Lucy on tow
The two friends Tom and Jane braved the rain
The three meeting again. It had been four years

Jack stood transfixed. Not expecting visitors
They were all not strangers. Still, Jack was mum

A quizzical look sported. Still not a word
Tom his house-mate had not informed him
He was not forewarned. Why this gathering

He was still wondering. His mind muddled

It was a boys' night out. A lot of boozing
His head was spinning. He had forgotten the occasion

Surprise, Happy birthday Jack! 

Peter at d'Verse MTB - opening lines..beginnings

Wednesday, January 27, 2021

beauty of numbers sustaining the fury

                                                          Attribution: Fir0002/Flagstaffotos under the GFDL 1.2:
Image: Strength of Numbers (here)

the 12 given words:
wind, rain, held, keys, birds, ants, worms, 
whispering, uncutovergrown, inherit, buckle

“You fling it open for the first time but I’m gone” - Mohja Kahf ~ Wall

wind rain and unsparingly the elements
that held a strong liking to impose their power
with keys intact to unleash untold destruction
but little creatures and birds did not cower

strengthened with ants worms rightly suspicious
that ran a whispering campaign surreptitiously
uncut diamonds below under overgrown bushes
stubbornly inherited from dominance previously

not to buckle under the onslaught but to fight on
notably an insistence upon the discovery 
and tenacity of belief seeing that he was gone
with the beauty of numbers sustaining the fury

Laura's at d'Verse Poetics - beginning at the end
MMT's The Whirligig  #303

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

it needs an initiator

                                              Author:Clodomiro Esteves Junior
Image: The way forward (here)

what makes things move. 
nothing will progress to develop on its own

a way forward that maintains the inertia
will need less force
to relax at cruising speed

it needs an initiator 
to start the ball rolling
with lots of energy
a rare breed indeed 

(44 words)

MSJadeli at d'Verse - quadrille 120 - way

Sunday, January 24, 2021

But we can't go on meeting this way

                                                                                    Image Source (here)
I want to be with you
You are wise of regal silence and of fierce intelligence
Accepted and you are known for your intelligence and adaptability
We are made for each other
But we can't go on meeting this way

I'm nocturnally adapted
Don't worry no one is going to take potshots at us
But where is everybody?

The virus will not be dangerous?
We are safe
We maintain social distance!

Carrie's at Sunday Muse #144

Friday, January 22, 2021

lost in the clouds up on mountain high

                                                                                                    Author: Alexthomascv
Image: On a Cloudy Day (here)

lost in the clouds up on mountain high
stuttering unselfishly where eagles cry
sought the solution to correct the morrow
gritting his teeth not to succumb to sorrow

down deep  the abyss of the bottomless pit 
finding hard to saunter around or to even sit
entertaining penance of wrongs of yesteryear
a realization mournfully of the lingering fear

mustering courage listlessly tugging for strength
an uncanny episode deja vu browsing at length
remembering it fizzled in the shadows quietly
inaction with less worry the solution eventually

not to worry sick but to stamp out the depression
it worked before not much hurt but still a solution

newepicauthor at MLMM's challenge #174
 - up where we belong
Sanaa's at d'Verse's  OLN - open link #282

Tuesday, January 19, 2021

her heart failed to see the overtures

                                                                                                              Author: Vivaystn
Image: Not as Simple as it Looks (here)

what was the drift?
his mind declined to answer
sadly it had happened again

he let slip the open chance
he tried to keep his chin up
in vain efforts of maintaining
some form of authority

he could not even wrap it up
there was no finality
when given the chance
he could have tried

he towered over the rest
when at his best
but he burned the
goodness this time around
he could only manage to
breathe out some light greetings
before he began to stammer

his heart was open ever so expecting
her heart failed to see the overtures
his mind cluttered and his words muddled
she could guess his attempts 
his body language said so
the ring was safely in his grips
but still in his pocket!
to think this was the second attempt
he could not make the connection

why was it so difficult to pop
the six-million dollar question
and slip it on?.

Merril at d'Verse Poetics - connections

Sunday, January 17, 2021

. "I'm in charge, don't you ever forget it" she scowled!

                                                                                  Attribution: Manuel Martín Vicente
Image: Nice to be Organised (here)

Gigi assembled her planners, her calendars, her pens, 
pouches, and post-its before her on the desk and stood 
over them like a general surveying a map.

"I'm in charge, don't you ever forget it" she scowled!
"I'm in no mood to play games" she added looking down
the line to detect anything out of place, any smirks on 
their faces to belittle her efforts and her authority

Once she sensed some rebellious intent from the left corner 
of the room. She quickly pulled up the little guy who turned 
out to be the informal leader. That's the way it should be - to
nip it in the bud. At other times she showered praises on those
mostly at the centre of the room.
"Credit must be given where credit is due", she muttered softly.

Five minutes to the hour, she stopped. She was done for the 
day. She would resume again tomorrow. She had been on the
roleplay mode for over a week now. 

The play is fast approaching the opening night!

Dyland's at MLMM's - first line Friday

Thursday, January 14, 2021

nothing beats the come hither look

                                                                                                Author: Wiki edit2 
Image: Blue and Green Eyes (here)

bewitching naughtily playful
a pair that looks good
I'm conveniently placed in front
looking ahead
not at the back or I'm dead

I'm two dainty eyes doe-like beady
glassy misty hazy squinting and dreamy
almond-shaped blinking

I can appear differently
not just black as many expect
also sexily so they say
in blue black brown and green
because I'm coloured 
or I can just remain closed

but be forewarned though 
for sometimes sharp as spears
and piercing I can kill
greatness of Providence
for all the blessings
eyes to see with emotions
for different moods and occasions
sadness excitement with laughter
and happiness all bringing tears
in friendly banter

but nothing beats the come hither look
a bane to many young hearts
and also to the stronger sex who
pathetically succumb
with just one look
from the weaker sex
who invariably remain stronger

Grace at d'Verse MTB - personification and imagery

Tuesday, January 12, 2021

an object of envy

                                                                                                 Author: Alexandre Louis
Image: A Brouhot Car in Paris in 1910 (here)

this is not a car
but a convenient item
of a people mover
an object of envy
when in flashy red
of a branded make

it epitomizes success
in the rat race of yuppies
especially accentuated
adorned with a pretty face
at the passenger seat

an object of love
more of value
to the passenger seated
such is the way
but the beauty of it all
when you are 
in the driver's seat
you are the prime mover

Mish at d'Verse Poetics - an object poem

Sunday, January 10, 2021

why scammers are successful

                                                                                             Author: anon
Image: Bad intentions are mirrored
to unsuspecting victims (here)
Homophones: double take
acts – things done 
ax – chopping tool  
complacent – self-satisfied 
complaisant – willing to please

one often wonders
why scammers are successful

they are overly confident
they easily get their way 
their Modus Operandi is time tested
their acts are simple and can be anticipated 
but yet victims are there for the asking

the scammers mirror bad intentions
by extolling the good side
of the half-eaten apple
that appeals to the victim's greed
they hide behind the ease of the social media
and ax their victims to pieces
who ended up parting with their hard-earned money
easily and happily

for the victims are naive and complacent of attitude
and scammers are complaisant in endeavours

weejars at MLMM's Double Take Saturday Mix
Carrie's at Sunday Muse #142

Friday, January 8, 2021

To look back and reflect

                                                                                Author: Bart Everson
Image: New Year Fireworks 
(a thing of the past - post-pandemic ) (here)

Feeling great somehow
Woken up in January
Days of reckoning
For the joy of the morrow
Giving serious thoughts
Contending on good old days

Life-changing in many ways
But to relive the two episodes
Given prominence within the days
Memorable in nature
To look back and reflect
A back to back annual affair
One the low-key Christmas cheer
Two, a quiet New Year 
 How different this time around
To think with all sincerity

Given time to prepare 
To refrain from rushing
Staring at empty walls
The beauty accorded 
By the new experience 
Of the long-standing lockdown

Just being fair to oneself
Given a scenario 
Much out of one's direct control
Not much of it came to fruition
Not much of the elusive resolutions

Sanaa at d'Verse OLN #281

Sunday, January 3, 2021

time to act

                                                                                                                     Author anon
Image: Timeless Energy to Face it (here)

the 11 of 12 given words  
head check silence spine when 
risk yard metal dry haze sleeping 

keeping my head
to check the onslaught 
suffering in silence
all these while

not any more
not being spineless
when it matters
time to act
armed to the teeth
to face the risks

measured in yards or meters
may not be important
chained armor or otherwise
bare hands or metal protection 
it is no dry run

the haze is clearing
no more sleeping
bring the vaccine
here we come

Carrie's the Sunday Muse #141
Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle #489