Wednesday, January 26, 2022

The winds lashed at the windows

                                                                                                 Author: Yaswanth
Image: The baby birds feel safe
with their mother bird (here)

“After last night’s storm the tulip petals are strewn 
across the patio where they mortally fluttered.”- Church, Jim Harrison

It's funny! It is not even a cold day
Absence of snow is evident and it
is as warm as the palm on the forehead
The winds lashed at the windows
clattering dancing an angry number
reminiscent of Elvis at his heyday

After last night’s storm the tulip petals 
are strewn across the patio where 
they mortally fluttered.
It flew a distance from the patch
in the gardens now disheveled
It was an angry night not experienced
in recent times ending 
very much like a homeless
sans directions laying still in the alley

Is that how one would wish to be 
discovered in the late morning sun
- mortally fluttered just a nameless soul

In a way it has been the case for many
unfortunate enough to be caught
in the cross-fire of confusion 
in the past year

Here's hoping remedial circumstances
should show a glimmer of hope
in the ensuing year

We do not fancy facing testing times
coupled with destructive elements
consecutively two years running!

Linda's at d'Verse : Poetics - Songs of Unreason
- to include the line of quotation

Friday, January 21, 2022

it could be the last straw

                                                                                                     Author: Charles J. Sharp  
Image: come what may! (here): 

10 of 12 given words:
cool think purple straw world 
drown mouth rattle disheveled sulk 

the dreamy faraway look
attesting to something cool he thought
but it is so worrying

to let bygones be bygones
not to lose sleep
so he decided 
not the time to think about it

could end up purple with rage 
he could already anticipate
it could be the last straw

what in the world is happening
there were times he asked himself
he would not want to bother with it
to drown the worries 
to reduce the stress
his mouth is short of revealing the truth
he could readily rattle it off
but it was not him to rekindle the old hurts

disheveled in thoughts 
the wound might just fester
that he would not like to happen

it had involved third parties before
those dear to his heart
he was not there to sulk
he could afford to extend the reach
there must be a finality
come what may!

Lillian at d'Verse OLN Live

Tuesday, January 18, 2022

Twilight industry that mellowed

                                                                                        Author: Urbain J. Kinet 
Image:  Tilling the Rice Fields (here)

Comes a time when a beast
of burden falls from grace

Twilight industry that mellowed
Overtaken by developments
in housing, plantations and golf courses

Ripples until now but unashamedly
with a resolute at a much faster pace

Housing developers, entrepreneurs
and governments gladly break
away with fresh new ideas of modernization

Just a knock on the wrist
But a cultural shock on farmers
bent on tilling their lands
to maintain a dying industry
to feed hungry mouths
That's progress
Like it or not!

Marie's at Poetic Bloomings #369 - Animal Instincts

Sunday, January 16, 2022

Discard my glasses or dispute my imagination?

                                             Author: anon
Image: Forlornly Discarded and Alone (here)

The moon had inspired many
With its inherent attraction and beauty
Unwittingly real with the owl even pining
And no dearth of poets with their writings

But when man landed on the moon
It was rocky, dusty not as was shown
The same could be said of mountains
Bluish and greenish in the distance

Discard my glasses or dispute my imagination?
Distance ruefully makes a difference

Carrie at The Sunday Muse #194
with a photo prompt

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Would you still remember?

                                                                                                  Author: Fir0002
Image: The Squishy Mush of Sweetness (here)

 I just wonder
Would you still remember?
That uncanny tag line
Years before
‘Melts in your mouth, not in your hands’
Promoting a popular brand name
we can feel the squishy mush of sweetness
For a split second we turn juvenile

One of the handful among them then
‘Rountrees, Smarties, Cadbury’s’
Those were the days
That I remember always
Of milk chocolate bars
Multi-colored Smarties 
or blue clad Cadbury’s
None of the brownies 
or chocolate cakes
That we now so often see displayed
At the local cake shops and across the counter
Tell me, was it similar the world over

Could you relate to what I remember?
I just wonder!

sarahsouthwest at d'Verse - tuesday poetics -food

Monday, January 10, 2022

Survival in Trying Times

                                                                                     Author: Charles James Sharp 
Image: Even the Best of Camouflage
Would not Work (here)

not wanting to attract attention
she mused nonchalantly 
by the corner all by herself

she is all donned up
bathed in rainbow colours
all painted the eyes, cheeks

clad in the brightest hues
of varied inclination
and she is expected not 
to be noticed!
(44 words)

De at d'Verse Quadrille #143 
a verse of 44 words and to include
the word - muse 

Saturday, January 8, 2022

A heart throb!

                                                                            Author;  Dennis Stock
Image: James Dean playing the bongos, 
NYC, 1955. (here)

A heart throb
You came on the scene
Made it in a flash
a fleeting appearance
Scared the daylights
of peers and others around you
Rebel Without A Cause
 
Oh! How they swooned and moan
Natalie was a gem
To hold you spellbound
Extended all the support
A pretty lass
Your following wanting more
 
The big names of Hudson and Taylor
Were cast with you in Giant
But you stood tall
A couple of starring roles just

Written in the stars
Destined for fame
 
But alas, on Sept 30th 1955
That fateful day
In a moment of shocking encounter
The unbelievable
A disaster, a car crash
Snuffed the young life
A bright future already in hand
In the middle of the making
of Giant, disrupting the scene
To save the day
A double was brought in
 
Shattered the dreams of many
The teeny, the young and the old
A legend upon your demise
Obliterated from the scene though
But in place an icon was born
Untimely but never forgotten
Broken hearts aplenty
Chanting
Dean, James Dean!

Carrie's Sunday Muse #193

Thursday, January 6, 2022

Life in The Fast Lane

                                                                                                       Author: Isiwal
Image: Taking It to Extremes (here)

the 10 of 12 given words:
wind, extreme, together, feather, dust, 
voice, seasons, carry, scream, back

the winds of change
extreme at times
but put together
it is an experience

birds of a feather 
biting the dust
merry-making in a loud voice
a welcomed change nonetheless

seasons change
but to carry-on as usual
is a love affair
enjoy one's freedom
it is a scream upon looking back
such is life in the fast lane

MMT's The Whirligig  Wordle#352
Mish at d'Verse OLN #307 Eat Your Own Grapes

Monday, January 3, 2022

in for the long haul

                                                                                         Image Credit: anon
Image: A Journey of Expectations (here)

in for the long haul
just where does the wind blow
on an early morning enthralled
blinkered looks that sadly glow

expectations run high quietly vying
to create a fortune westward bound
'go west young man' constantly goading
where riches-lining pavements are found

some get bored will sadly discover
unwittingly they let slip opportunities
but those who painstakingly endeavour
will rise atop a pile of sanity

tremendous luck will give a hand
but luck alone flows a trifle slow
nothing like using the head and mind
at working smart that steals the show

Carrie's SUNDAY Muse #192                       

Wednesday, December 22, 2021

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

                                                                                          Author: CCDBarcodeScanner
Image:  The Christmas Tree (here)

a standing pine green and lean
is tenderly carried in 
pride of place at a right corner 
hail to the Yuletide cheer and more

stand below it, 'care for a kiss’
for the young hearts a Christmas wish
colourful lights and the mistletoe
hail to the Yuletide cheer and more

Santa sneaks in with the presents          
demands from youngsters more brazen
expensive items they implore
in the spirit of Yuletide cheer and more

Merry Christmas Happy New Year

Tuesday, December 21, 2021

He spied a visual he dreaded

                                                                                                     Author: Acabashi

Image: A Finished Meal  (here)

the 10 of 12 wordle words:
chase drifting flow draft linger 
pass fray how spell sign 

To the kitchen he headed
To chase a drifting thought
But it broke his little heart
He spied a visual he dreaded
The flow of the draft 
That lingers slowly pass 
brought him into the fray
He could only muse

A room-mate who had gone
It spelled a bad sign
On the table an empty plate
and none of the earlier edibles
he had brought home to consume

He lost, it was one down
A fatal mistake he quipped
He should have tucked in earlier 
His buddy rifled the goodies
when he inadvertently dozed off  

Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle 532

Sunday, December 19, 2021

That time stood still

                      Author: anon

Image:  The Catman - That time stood still

He stood there intrigued 
Mesmerized beyond words
What could be wandering
in his mind

Food for your thoughts
What could he be pondering
That he stood there waiting
in his young mind
Untested with ways of the world

Thinking of one so dear
He hurt her feelings
He managed to get out fast
It is not his nature to go away
but he had to

What could it be?
A young mind so free
Minding his own business
‘What Me Worry’
No one to care
And no one to bother!

Fireblossom at Sunday Muse#191

Friday, December 17, 2021

brightness fading at the horizon

                                                                                           Author: Musyajackson
Image: Serious Traffic Congestion (here)

brightness fading at the horizon 
by the seconds
glowing yellow to golden hues
mystically transforms
end of day a precursor to myriads of happenings
staging a madness on the road, hurrying home surging
to avoid the imminent rush, sweaty and angry
hordes of man and machines clogging the highway
sounding their horns hoping to get attention
hoping to get it over with to be home

while one comes slowly to an end another is to begin
noisy  hawkers and  pretty butterflies of the night swarming
of couples at leisure  scouring for places to wine and dine
leading his spouse and brood for dinner  the family man
the young at heart at the hotspots in raucous splendour
the young layabouts  with their mean machines of terror

house-breakers working their moves when they please
the law enforcers just as ready armed with their expertise
the people movers bidding their fares ferrying the crowd
of tourists, service personnel, traders, shoppers and the lot
the youngsters to chat, glued to FB, YouTube till wee hours
mothers seeing to home-work or singing  a lullabye, engrossed
fathers computer engaged over business matters poring
the law abiding  by the idiot box resigned to a sane evening

preceding  the night to begin a new day in anticipation
a sedentary existence reflecting the lifestyle of the generation
blessings for sound 
wherever found blaring on solid grounds

Grace at d'Verse Poetry Forms  -  kwansaba blessings

Monday, December 13, 2021

Artificiality of Glitters of Glamour

                                                                           Author: Dominicus Johannes Bergsma
Image: A Fallen Conker, signifying a break-out
from a sheltered life to a successful future amidst
a thorny environment

Note:
Los Angeles. The city is sometimes called Tinsel town. 
This nickname comes from the shiny, bright and often 
unreal nature of Hollywood and the movie industry - Wiki

The Quadrille:
shiny and bright atop the Christmas tree
so also the life and attraction of Tinsel town
giving attention-seekers living an artificiality of
short marriages and excesses frowned upon

Sadly, the good life often rubbed on as success
stories leading to bigger things in life
(44 words)

Mish at d'Verse - Quadrille#142 -  tinsel

Sunday, December 12, 2021

Is it Claus but for not being seen?

                                                                                                 Author: anon
Image: A Guardian Angel soothing
and lovingly at hand  (here)

The homophone sets are:
carrel – study enclosure (a small cubicle with a desk) 
carol – Christmas song
and
Claus – as in Santa
claws – sharp fingernails
clause – contractual unit

Exhausted sensing help is at hand
Is it Claus but for not being seen
Extending the goodness of happiness
Skimming the lights of the darken skies

A Guardian Angel for a blessed soul
Still accomplishing it most discreetly
Anonymous and unseen
Like Santa and his reindeer
Not in his carrel but out there
Antlers leading the way not sharp claws
That is how they are remembered but unseen

Just as Michael, Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael.
The four Guardian Angels have always been there
Heard without images of their presence 
but they are around perhaps participating 
in many Christmas carols together singing
Protecting comforting and showing the way 
The absence of any clauses 
of contract unquestioned

weejars at MLMM's Double Take - homophones
Carrie at The Sunday Muse#190

Friday, December 10, 2021

Had a fearful reputation to her name

                                                                                                 Author: Lukario20
Image: A Vicious Taekwondo kick (here)

Micro Verse : An Offering of Limericks
 
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 taekwondo fame

 A fellow was planning to wed
A lass who was playing hard to get
Tried as he might
With all that he had
Excepting him the rest she grabbed

A guy who was covered in sweat
Been trying hard hoping to get
Shove a bee hive with a stick
Honey he thought he would lick
He was much swollen headed instead
 
A fellow who tended to brag
Could never readily hold back
His random boasts
Didn’t come close
As his exploits were just a drag

Rosemary at PSU's - the shorter the sweeter

Thursday, December 9, 2021

He has had it made!

                             
                                                                              Photo credit:  One Big Photo (here)
Image: A Croft : an enclosed area of land, 
usually small and arable, and usually, 
with a crofter's dwelling within  -  Wiki.

the 10 of 12 given Wordle words:
borders, safe, smiling, forgetting, 
face, keys, goes, gains, saw, spilled

fenced up all along its borders with 
those of other crofts in the area they 
were safe within their confines. Very 
much like a modern housing estate 
but with the luxury of a bigger 
surrounding area

he kept smiling looking not forgetting 
his childhood years spent there. His face 
lighted up. A bunch of keys safe in his 
clutch-bag had the answer

'It goes without saying'. So it was said!
When you braved the tides and ventured 
out to the big cities the gains of big 
opportunities could translate into untold 
wealth. He saw them. He grabbed them

Greenbacks were 'now practically oozing 
out of his ears' that spilled onto the ground 
so to speak. A flashy car by the gates likewise
attested to that.. 

The keys with him could open many of
the dwellings which had changed hands
to him. He has had it made! 

MMT's Sunday Whirligig Wordle#348
Bjorn at d'Verse OLN#305- Live

Monday, December 6, 2021

I had some truths explained to me

                                                                                                 Author: Ivar Leidus
Image: Many Different kinds 
in a Discussion  (here)

'I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night'
From  “When We Sing of Might,”  by Kimberly Blaeser.

I had some truths explained to me. It came out of a discussion
that went meandering without direction for some while. It was 
not a formal brain-storming session over some pre-determined 
issues. It was a friendly discussion among some friends. The close 
relationship which went back many years perhaps saved the day. 
There was no bruising on any nor any strong stand taken. It was 
all a matured stance by most, orderly not overly serious  but just
.  
It was plain to see all were for wanting a beneficial and friendly 
session in a likeness of a win-win situation. There were some 
ridiculous arguments which were expected in such a situation but 
every body kept their senses right. I too managed to retain sanity 
I dress in their stories patterned and purple as night.
Cleared some doubts, giving way a little though. It ended well.
(144 words)

Lisa Jade in d'Verse's Prosery Monday

Sunday, December 5, 2021

It gets therapeutic of sorts

                             Image credits: she.s.a.wolf
Image: A Girl and Her Wolf (here)

Some few things in being fair
Mind is occupied with thoughts
Good thoughts, making one unaware
It gets therapeutic of sorts

Engrossed in thoughts without a slide
Concentrating on it is a healthy sign
A friend sitting above with pride
All the more at peace with time

It has to do with the heart
It appears all right when relaxed
The mind has a way of being smart
To take it within its stride

Shay at The Sunday Muse#189

Thursday, December 2, 2021

The Kashmiri Landscape

                                                                                                                 Author: Madhumita Das           
Image: House-boats on Dal Lake, Srinagar (here)

The Wordle of 10 given words:
swim, drink, stories look, bubbly, 
sage, sprinkler, music, broken, violet

The Kashmiri landscape 
it left a fragment in his heart
An experience etched within for a few days
but the memory is sustained forever

Why must the lure of a short span
be carried for a lifetime
Jammu and Kashmir to see is to believe

He touched down a few days ago
He had intended to stay on longer
perhaps a swim in the drink
Bent on seeing his childhood
yearnings fulfilled in this land
of heavenly paradise
He had heard stories told of
abundance of leisurely escapades
like beauty of colours on canvas 
to savour all by himself

He was lucky to stay in a house-boat
the charm of his ideals
Would look good of his bubbly self
A sage of sorts on vacation
Refreshments and meals provided
The house-boat owner saw to that

He was curious of Dal Lake of
Gulmarg and Pahalgam, 
a fascination!

Warned to be wary of political discontent
Marauding groups fighting for a voice
A sprinkler of simmering political scene
Independence separation or whatever
but he did not see any

What he saw were streams of
clear spring waters gushing
down the hill sides shooting colours
of rainbow in the cool breeze
Music to the ear broken only
by sprays glittering in bright sun rays
and peeping over snow-capped mountain tops
Dainty little brooks or expanse of waters
Watering the lush green meandering
around boulders on both sides of
country roads

Spied beautiful maidens with rosy cheeks
Manning little stalls in all innocence
Offering fruits and food to the hungry tourists
Beside them were pelts of leopards and
Bengal tigers and myriads of leather goods

What did he do wrong to be requested home
What was so pressing that his presence was needed
That he could not fathom

He had to leave bidding farewell
To the grand Kashmiri landscape
Of violet blue yellow and maroon
Colours of flowers enhancing the beauty

Though he felt upon ascending
through the clouds he saw Srinagar 
beckoning from below 
wanting for a fragment
of his time again in heaven's name

He is bound to come again
for another visit
That he so decided!

Hank experienced the Kashmiri 
hospitality for a few days a long time ago

MMT with a Wordle at The Whirligig#347
Laura at d'Verse , MTB, picking up the pieces

Tuesday, November 30, 2021

She walks pass them all

                                                                                              Author: JLC PHOTOS
Image: Walking with Dignity (here)

Drifting thoughts not getting anywhere
To times long past to times laid bare
They have the wisdom and had her praised
Her image so clear they are just amazed

And yet for all that they feel so right
Believing their eyes they had it made
Singing high praises to a lovely maid
Basking in that special moment's limelight

She sits silently not saying a word,
Then gets up walks away not bothered

Suspicious darting eyes slowly follow
A little unruly but she let them be
Slowly and surely without even a nod
She walks pass them all with dignity

Contending in a world of your own
You are happy they leave you alone
You decide then just regard them as stones
Leave ’em burning and then you’re gone

Lillian at d'Verse Poetics

A Crowning Glory

                                                                                                          Author: Hubie Fix
Image: Smiling Even in Her Sleep (here)

Every first born daughter looks like 
the female version of her dad - Wiki

Clattering of sounds 
Scissors, stainless steel containers
A shrill cry
Shuffles of feet
Movements of nurses
A slap on the butt

Hearing it then for the first time

What an accomplishment!
For my loving wife, Shadah
A crowning glory
My first-born, Adura a gift
(44 words)

De at d'Verse Quadrille#141 - crown

Sunday, November 28, 2021

Nonchalantly in their own world

                                                                                                            Author: anon
Image: People Sitting in the Subway (here)

People sitting in the Subway
No different Subway, Metro  or Underground
Nonchalantly in their own world

'Please leave me be' a picture of relief
Able to steal a moment of silence
A shuteye for most of them
Tiredness impacting on tired souls
The best place to be having a rest

The more alert brushing through the daily
Irrespective of the news just reading
Others holding onto the strap
Staring in mid-air or at someone
With a stern face or unwittingly smiling
No matter what on their minds
until the next stop

A sudden opening a mad rush
Pandemonium a split second
Going out or rushing in
And it was all over just as fast

Same scenario everyday of the week
Looking at the same face
Meeting the same people at each stop
Getting down together
Still not knowing each other
Happy to act and remain - complete strangers!
Period! Life is such. 

Carrie at Sunday Muse#188

Monday, November 22, 2021

So much to catch up on!

                                                                                                               Author: beth
Image: Tears Flowed Freely (here)

I was in a hurry. I would be late for the appointment. Briskly 
walking along the block not hurrying, not wanting to be sweaty 
upon arrival, I should be there in 15 minutes so I reasoned

I took a turn around the block and, lo and behold, there she was
facing me. We were pleasantly surprised, taken aback in fact.

We stood still quietly looking at each other. 

Then simultaneously we both lurched forward involuntarily and
hugged each other tightly just as it had been decades ago. The
utter shock of a chance meeting again was overwhelming. And 
she was just as sweet and beautiful as before.

So much to catch up on -  how thankful I felt
The appointment could wait!

Stolen my heart once
Tears flowed freely unexplained
Small things meant a lot

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

Sunday, November 21, 2021

bidding its time tenaciously

                                                                               Author: meagain 625
Image: An Old Door (here) 

waiting close to five years
the key is rightly in place
for the living souls amid fears
of not returning those many days

against vagaries of the weather
pounding days and nights mercilessly
snow piling thick for a metre
rain sleet hail almost daily

it stood its ground relentlessly 
with strength not wanting to take sides
bidding its time tenaciously
a silly quarrel sustained on account of pride

Carrie's at Sunday Muse#187 - a photo challenge

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

The Joy of a Mother’s Pride

                                                                                            Author: Carin Araujo
Image: Beautiful baby (here)

it’s all about face
an image so sacred

in physical looks
no two persons resemble another
how so unique
colours enhanced variety

the fairness makes it different
exquisite and beautifully structured
wonder of nature
Providence has a hand

The joy of a mother’s pride
(44 words)

Linda's at d'Verse Quadrille#140
- let's go to the fair

Friday, November 12, 2021

Don't give me sight without vision

                                                                                             Author: Wolfgang Wander
Image:  A Nice to Look at Sparrow (here)

How I dream of love at first sight
Don't give me sight without vision

How I dream of a fair hearing
Not rumour-mongering that cause dissensions

How I dream of peace not sufferings and destruction
If only the perpetrators taste their own medicine

How I dream of the sweet smell of success
Not ostensibly friends that stab you in the back

How I dream of the touch of class
Where all are winners in contention

Mindful though as a given
How I dread of being a modern day dinosaur
With big body mass but 'littlest' brains
But most of all not to dream like a bird
Lest being referred to as bird-brained

Sanaa at d'Verse OLN Live - november edition

Sunday, November 7, 2021

Set to while away some sorrows

                                                                                                         Author:  anon
Image: Soft to Touch (here)

An evening out for some fun
Through the various watering holes
Outfits often full of the young ones
Set to while away some sorrows

Through with sleeping at any rate
Grand moments shared among peers
Dismissed from the minds woes of late
Strains of music soothing to the ears

Pondered around for some familiar faces
Meeting penetrating gaze of the other
Garbed in suits quiet in subdued solace
Of subdued souls hiding in one corner

Untouched round for one untried bloke
For another who broke his glass trying
One too many abound for some folks
To each his own those out for a fling

Carrie's at The Sunday Muse #185

Saturday, November 6, 2021

to never ever trust a stranger

                                                                                                      Author: Fischer.H
Image: Strange Bedfellows
can be Risky  (here)

A Trinet, a form with these specifications:
Line 1 – 2 words
Line 2 – 2 words
Line 3 – 6 words
Line 4 – 6 words
Line 5 – 2 words
Line 6 – 2 words
Line 7 – 2 words
trudging alone
sitting duck
to never ever trust a stranger
play safe trusting one's own wits
not worrying
better choice
no regrets
weejars at MLMM's Lucky Dip

Monday, November 1, 2021

it flew past others

                                                                                         Author: Peachyeung316
Image: A Gleaming Danger (here)

it flew past others
careened at the corner

a few cars behind
jammed the brakes

surely some had cursed
‘he will be a statistics
only pray for him’

hopes of change 
in behavior bodes well

defensive driving
for peace-loving  citizens
is the right answer
(44 words)

Lillian's Quadrille at d'Verse
- to include the word 'careen'