Friday, February 28, 2014

Continuing the Journey

                                                                                 Author: OSU Special Colllections
Image: Geisha Girl Playing the Samisen (here)

Spiritual forces
Enlightenment yearnings set
to engulf oneself

Sincere wishes to
achieving heart's desires
on a pilgrimage

Last leg to journey's
Shikoku aspirations
Good tidings ahead

Chev's CARPE DIEM # 410 Kanjizai

Thursday, February 27, 2014

The New WhatsApp Billionaires

                                                                                             Attribution: Kabeleger
Image: A Swiss Success (here)

The Given Words:
3WW: aspire, beast, slurp 
Theme Thursday: playful 
Poets United: success

To aspire for success is to slurp for many things
There is only the beast in us that plays the devil
Which negates positive efforts and  end frustrating
Playful and being non-committal are twin evils

Is it true success is a function of time and money
Corresponding twin elements that spell happiness
An epitome of honor that begets glory
Meticulously planned and implemented to harness

The fruits of labor so desirous to one’s heart
A time-frame not equitable to attention given
Tools of the trade and desire are poles apart
Resolve stunted by pain of bankruptcy even

Recent new WhatsApp billionaires tell the story
Not just good fortune and luck to fare in business
Uncanny talents of an innovator are necessary
Awareness of a demand deficiency invokes a genius

Written for Thomg's hosting at 3WW, Mrsupole's
at Theme Thursday and Susan's at Poets United

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

A House Forgotten!

                                                                                      Author: Irving Rusinow
Image: Abandoned (here)

The 29 chosen words:
jade, insulated, chandeliers
weather, scattered, mourning
albatross, plague, plucked
messengers, wings, difficult
quest, mysteries, royal, journey
believe, thousand, tumble
guttural, deceit, sea, peeled,
pessimism, mindless, tornado,
hummingbirds balancing,

Jaded with age the chandeliers hung precariously
Insulated from vagaries of the weather it withstood forlornly
Below scattered as though in mourning were books
Of various shapes and colors plucked from the shelves
Like a plague these were extended across the room 

The grandfather clock was no more working
A shawl covering its face, was like an albatross dangling
Waiting in the wings were messengers in their quest
to take in some of the spoils where possible

Difficult to perceive the mysteries of a royal journey
Taking a thousand tumble to believe that deceit
was just a guttural irritant in a sea of pessimism

Keeping eyes peeled in mindless throes of the
whirlwind tornado it could only wish the noiseless
flapping of the hummingbirds could accord a balance

For We Write Poems Wordle #8 and shared with
Brian's hosting at d'Verse's OpenLinkNight

Beings of Piety

                                                                                                  Author: Man vyl
Image:  Pilgrims to Hermitage St Helier (here)

Calm souls engrossed in
acts of solace bequeathed to
beings of piety

Reaching out upon
blessings befitting of a
religious order

Akin to flowers’
tenacious push to survive
through adverse ill-will

Pilgrims’ journey paved
with thorns but surmounted by
faith of lighted path

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #406

Monday, February 24, 2014

Mug-shot Plays Foul!

Image: Courtesy of Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle

The words are:
blown bring course eggs form high
mug peep stick trial trust test

It is blown out of proportions
The idea is to bring it on course
It is not wise in the present form
Eggs in one basket not a recourse

High and mighty in the hierarchy
The mug shot reflects his status
Peep of seemingly notorious infamy
During the trial was overly vicious

Should it stick in the jury’s minds
It is untold disaster about to unfold
His trust in God for the very first time
Is putting to test a reformed soul

Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle #149 shared with
Kerry's Open Link Mondays at Real Toads

Sunday, February 23, 2014

No Dancing Shoes! - MF

Image: Courtesy of Grandma's

Xylophone strains were
not enough to cause
the stuck shoes to dance
The anger when the shoes
were flung up must have
been overwhelming!

(140 characters)

For Grandma's Goulash Succinctly Yours with the word - xylophone

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Gems at the Tip of the Tongue!

                                                                        Attribution: Harrison Weir
Image: The Sleeping Hare (here)

It is fun and simple
Often relates to some things
familiar and at hand
It’ll catch immediate attention
There is a relief on concluding
each episode often with
poetic justice acclaimed
and with a tinge of education

Who has not heard of the Hare
and the tortoise!

Fables have always been around
to instill awareness and
wonder in young minds

Explained simply yet effectively
Gems to parents wanting to
convey strong messages
immediately upon occurrence

Elements of fairy tales
Yet with credibility
Never trust a flatterer
In the Fox and the Crow
Familiarity breeds contempt
In the Fox and the Lion

Why must it always be
The wily Fox, anyway!

Bjorn's hosting at d"Verse on  -  Fables

Friday, February 21, 2014

Tsunami of Joys

                                                                                          Attribution: Ian Capper
Image: Awaiting Tsunami of Joys (here)

Loneliness tugs the
heartstrings with pangs of hunger
elusive most times

Yet not alone for
beauty of Providence gives
access to yearnings

Messenger of love
heard laments when tsunami 
of joys overwhelm

Chev's CARPE DIEM #405 Zenjibuji talking of loneliness that met with love

Thursday, February 20, 2014

They were vulnerable!

                                                                              Attribution: P Henstein
Image: Refugee Camps (here)

Semi-ruined Shared Collection Doubt  Roof  
Different Human  Cardboard Chance
Dismal Crestfallen Fragile Ever-present 
Contained Possibilities Future Stones Hours

A semi-ruined shack he shared with ‘uncle’
Uncle was the old man who ‘rescued’ him
when he arrived.
Having lost his parents to rebel fighters days
earlier he trudged along with the other
refugees and found himself without shelter

The chance of getting a roof over his head
was dismal though there were possibilities
Crestfallen he contained himself.

Uncle who was not given a tent himself
improvised with cardboards at the shack

That was not the problem. What he detested
most was the lawlessness propagated by gangs
of youth.  Acts of rape were common. A human
failing no doubt the situation  was fragile

Ever present were threats of physical violence
 and a future of empty hours. These were the
collection of thoughts weighing heavily like
stones on his shoulders. It was no different
in other tent cities.That was a consolation!

Get listed with Kenia at Real Toads

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Leaders and Leadership

                                                                            Attribution: Hamed Saber
Image: A Leader is a Lonely Breed (here)

They are seen as larger than life
They make an appearance and stake
their claims. Rising through the ranks
is the usual scheme of things extending
their influence before being elected
to office. Some rare few take shortcuts
staging a coup de’ at forced on the masses

They come and go most on their own accord
But some are goaded out for some reasons
or other. All make an impact while in office

Political leaders play to the gallery to be
seen. A popularity contest determines
positions of strength to sustain their welcome

Corporate leaders impose themselves through
ability and skills. Often they align themselves
to the powers that be to be noticed. They
gain prominence through personal skills
employing subtle strategies often brutal
but surreptitiously done

In all instances of leadership there are
skills and principles involved. The right
implementation of such sophisticated
tools of management will determine success
or failure.

Leadership of a family unit is no exception
It is often more difficult as authority is not
as clear cut nor formalized. Democracy is
maximized these days and youngsters are
naturally rebellious. But love is the saving
grace that keeps the family from falling apart

Written for Poets United  -  Leaders and Leadership

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Time for a Yarn!

Image: A Book Cover of the Bard's (here)

A         Ever tried to fix up an appointment
B         Not any appointments but among friends
B         Be forewarned for they have varied programs
A         And one is in for some disappointments

A         For fifty years our ties had gone on
B         We would prefer to have all to attend
B         Not many are involved just about ten
A         But still subject to some trying moments

C         Retirees have their own schedules done
D         Medical appointments set long before
E         Golf, tennis, the gym and religious meets

C         Weekly family gatherings and lunch
D         Many will have to be rescheduled for
E.        They are busy people one must admit

Note: This is a Petrarchan sonnet consisting of two quatrains and a
minor group of six lines (the sestet) at the end. The 10-syllable count
for each line is maintained but the iambic pentameter constraints
are disregarded

The rhyme pattern is: ABBA ABBA CDE CDE.

Written for Marian's challenge #3 of writing a sonnet at Real Toads and
shared with d'Verse's OpenLinkNight week 133

Monday, February 17, 2014

In Thundered Silence

                                                                      Attribution: I Made Yanuarta DPY
Image: Sunset at the Kuta Beach, Bali  (here)

Wordle words chosen: 27 out of 36:

blood, life, soul, instrument, tear, flesh
written, aim, fortune, gift, petition, needs,
 innocence, silence, thundered, subdued
fickle, heart, bone, breath, shiver ,afterlife
 plumes, crystallized. aperture, paradise,

Young blood relentlessly
pursuing in life an instrument
of honor to aim high in
thundered silence

To petition his needs in all
innocence he sought a  gift
a subdued gift an
acknowledgement by
nature of his heart and soul

Fickle as it was to breath easy
it sent a shiver to his bone
Entwined paradise crystallized
in a manner of fortune written
with a tear in the flesh  

A peek through an aperture
to the afterlife he could see
gingerly rising plumes of smoke

He still had the quizzical look
when he left  and asked
himself, 'but why now'?

Written for rsp's hosting We Write Poems with the Wordle #7
words given and Kerry's hosting of Open Link Monday at Real Toads

Motherly Instinct

                                                                                                    Author: Soytea
Image Douzan River Japan (here)

Exudes compassion
Possessively loving of
feminine nature

Divine presence felt
Enlightened sympathy over
extensive brood

Chev's CARPE DIEM #402 kokobunji

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Times are Hard...

                                                         Photo: Universal Studios Lot, Instagram by sessepien
Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag

Seems strange unlike the previous tenant
It has been a month now coming to two
He came the moment it was vacant
But not this time even enquiries were few

Wonder what can be the reason
Ma has to feed six mouths
Can’t let it be empty for too long
It’ll eat into our loss

Ma is putting it to my shoulders
Never felt so insecure
End of my tether
Unsettling to endure

Pa used to be the one responsible
But Pa had passed on last year
Being the eldest sibling it is impossible
To avoid but one must appear
To  shoulder the burden
This time all but alone

Times are hard
This time around
A so-called landlord
Hard up for a stipend
But life must go on!

Written for Tess' Mag #207

Strength of Informal Leadership

                                                                        Attribution: Mattia Luigi Nappi
Image: A Student Leader is Shouldered
High to be Seen by the Crowd (here)

Sunday Whirl Wordle:
brave court fail frame later mind
party safe support tricks virus wages

Brave insight into his frame of mind
Revealed a tendency to court disaster
Tricks of trade of a party in connivance
Arsenal akin to virus of silent killer

Felt safe in numbers he sought to secure
He went headlong to foment trouble
Not forgetting the wages of sin to endure
Should he fail he ought to be able

At a later date for him to ride the storm
To support a cause to strengthen his case
As a consequence those whom in alignment
Ought to stand by him for a strong base

For Brenda’s hosting at Sunday Whirl Wordle #148 and
Mary's at Poets United, Poetry Pantry #189

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Change of Rules

                                                                                         Attribution: Minette Layne
Image: Courtship the Old-fashion way (here)

The day after a little quieter
Notably a wee bit different
From that of yesteryear
The euphoria was not there
Roses cost more
or was it a different set of rules
in communication
Perhaps it got out of fashion

Florists were there but
Social media provided the vehicle
Virtual bouquets were sent
In all convenience
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 it did last

Kids these days
Happy with iPads
And smart phones
And perhaps even less kissings
They did not know
What they had been missing!

Shanyn's hosting at d'Verse: Peotics - Coming off the Sugar highs

More to Come!

                                                                          Attribution: Sven Manguard
Image: A graphic (here)

Chalked up four hundred
Prolific maturity
A haiku master

Basking in wonder
As flower in bloom wanting
More to whet the heart

Note: Kristjaan having that wonderful
feel of having posted his 400th episode
in CARPE DIEM today

Chev's CARPE DIEM #400  - Hatsamisakiji

Friday, February 14, 2014

The Left Farm

                                                                Kalidescope Creek, by Toril Fisher
Image: One of the Many Paintings to Create
Awareness of Abuse to the Environment (here)

Beehive lids discarded served as canvas
Creation of masterpiece for strategic purpose
Innovative in style paintings of sheer clarity
Propensity to expound with images of beauty

Awareness of abuses to the environment
Brought to the fore with great insistence
Increasing use of chemicals sadly abound
Sad phenomena but not new development
Bee population in rapid decline a casualty
Herbicide a death knell portion taken daily
Capture of the wilds were noble efforts
Saved for posterity dainty forms to exert

Written for Margaret's hosting at Real Toads  -  Second Cloud
on the Left Farm  - Art Project with Toril Fisher

Santiago de Compostela

                                                                                             Attribution: Luis Sanchez
Image: Santiago de Compostela (here)

In search of solace
Allegiance to godliness
Pilgrims on the move

Great expectations
Santiago looms ahead
Fervent hopes lighted

Chev's CARPE DIEM #77 -  Santiago

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Growing up Pains!

                                                                   Attribution: Corazon svg
Image: A Broken Heart (here)

Happiness was when…
You stole it from me
And you said you would
keep it for us
I loved that!

Sadness was when…
You broke it
It affected me emotionally
It was stressful and hurting
For you did not put value
To what I had built up

It was more hurting
When you created a new one
And you gave it away
To my best friend

For Susan's hosting at Poets United  -  heart

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Voracious thoughts!

                                                                                          Attribution: Lars Inselmann
Image: Greenery Pleasing to the Eye (here)

Quaint surroundings    
Exudes energy amid the
peaceful greenery

Mind extended
Garner strength to splurge voracious
thoughts on empty space 

Chev's CARPE DIEM #397  -  shozanji

Crunch of Mild Arrogance!

                                                                                    Attribution: Christopher Michel
Image: Dark Wet but a Calm Day (here)

We Write Wordle #6: 29 words  below
were used out of the 36 given

pulls nature’s edge door rises day
spikes crunch nests throw spirit escape
fall joy feeling years slept little
green pebble word oceans spell
fire spark wind limped voice sweet

Pulls at his conscience it is nature’s way
To keep one on edge and not to submit
As the sun rises the door opens the day
With spikes of reasons not to admit

Arguments to rebut against all the slick
Escape from their crunch of mild arrogance
In a spirit of joy rather than fall to their tricks
Never ever throw in the towel to succumb

For years they slept easy minding their nests
Feeling little green no more but just a pebble
In the ocean with no words to spell nor to guess
But a spark of fire at the forefront enabled

Limped in sweet tenderness a lone voice
Holds the flag high in the wind in all insistence
One can only admire the dogged foolhardiness
Standing up against the barrage of connivance

For Miskey's We Write Wordle #6 and
shared with d'Verse OpenLinkNight week #132

Monday, February 10, 2014

Beauty of Colors

                                                                                      Attribution: Dick Danials
Image Colorful Kingfisher

Beauty in kigo
Chresanthemums of color
Wonders of nature

Watchful kingfisher
Seasons’s culture in the wild
diving to survive

Chev's CARPE DIEM #396  -  Fujiidera

Dabbling in Acrylics!

 Image: 1 Hank's acrylic painting entitled 'The Beak'

Image: 2 'The follow through' in acrylic, Hank's other Love

Much a studio person so to speak
Not ventured to paint out in the open
Only indoors careful not out to sneak
Remained safe in Hank’s own domain

Relaxed scenario a peaceful stake
Away from prying eyes of strangers
On occasions they dared to make
Remarks much to one’s annoyance

Dabbled in acrylics for its convenience
Fast drying medium unlike that of oils
And unlike water-colors it did not run
Open in a later stage to switch over

Took time and lots of concentration
Unlike poetry took some days to complete
But once done derived lots of satisfaction
Considered fulfilled a personal good deed

Note: Had based this on Claudia's prompt at Saturday's
d'Verse Poetics: Sketch Poetry

For Kerry's hosting at Real Toad's Open Link Monday

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Catch of a Find!

Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag

Sunday Whirl Wordle:
body flow gather grasp gutsy invisible 
list pluck ring routine stream type

Sultry being leisurely assuring
Body that glides on lines of satin
Flow of sparkle with every move
Gutsy whiff of draft sweeps the groove

Invisible forces of attraction beckon
Pluck enough courage to effect action
List of routine is out of the question
Fair lady within grasp of reasons

Whimpering ring of voice so low
The type that melts the male ego
Streams of praises will work wonders
Flattering the female soul what gathers

For Tess' Magpie Tales #206 and
Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle #147

A Plaything

Image: Courtesy of Grandma's

The zeal for living
I have on a high level
but life is so unfair
I'm all alone and I need
someone to share my
happiness with. Any

(140 characters)

Grandma's Goulash's Succinctly Yours week #151 with zeal as word of the week

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Diamonds, Windmills, Canals....!

                                                                              Attribution: Google images
Image: An Indishe Rijshttafel offering (here)

Indische rijshttafel
Sambal oelek for kicks
Chinese takeaway

Fries, with or without
Raw herring with onions
Cheese and hot pizza

Anglers leisurely
fishing throwing back their catch
And cyclists galore

Diamonds, Delft china
windmills,canals,Centrum Den
Haag… asteblief daa!

Note: Kris was recounting his dreams at CARPE DIEM.
This brought back dreams of memories of Hank's sojourn
in Kris’Netherlands many years ago

Chev’s CARPE DIEM #395  -  Kirihataji and shared with
Rescuerda mi Corazon's - haiku my heart and
Mary's hosting at Poets United's Poetry Pantry #188

In an Instance

                                                                                     Author: Picolo Namek
Image: Cherry Blossom Flowers (here)

A fleeting moment
Coyly sakura appeared
A joy to behold

A thing of beauty
Of aesthetic value would
just peek out awhile

Could one be faulted
Yearnings fulfilled just so and
Wanting more of same

Chev's CARPE DIEM #76 : The Way of St James

Friday, February 7, 2014

Time on their Hands

                                                                                Attribution: Hillebrand Steve
Image: At the Computer Screen (here)

Spending time with extroverts
Building bridges for strong foundations
Young bright and extremely alert
Grandkids with capacity to learn

Ironically parents may not realize
Too involved with their own diversions
Gramps are led to create and devise
What can hold their undivided attention

Video games keep them occupied
But physical  activities are what they lack

(55 words)

For G-man's Friday Flash 55

Alone but Smiling!

                                                                                  Attribution: Alan Light
Image: An Apple of 1983 (here)

The joys of one who frequently forgets
The joys of one who muse and reflects
Give me the aged and the retiree
Give me one soul that is being so happy

Happy as happy as one can be
Sedentary living without worry

I see my gramps alone quietly sitting
I see my gramps alone quietly reading
Give me one who enjoys quiet moments
Give me one neither talks nor reprimands

Happy as happy as one can be
Sedentary living without worry

The joys of one often caught smiling
All by himself without really realizing
Give me one who smiles surfing the ‘Net
Give me one who is among friends he likes

Happy as happy as one can be
Sedentary living without worry

 Note: I have a funny feeling (or is it a nagging suspicion) that I’m often
being observed by my grandchildren smiling or laughing alone while surfing.
All long as they don’t think I’ve gone bonkers it should be ok!

Gay is having us write song lyrics at d’Verse Meeting the Bar.
Not well versed on the technicalities but I should think it can read
like a rhyming poetry with even a chorus thrown in.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Merciful Benevolence

                                                                                          Attribution: Reggaeman

Image: Panorama View Shusseki-ji (here)

Merciful Guanyin
Tempered her benevolence
with luxuriant means

As snow blanketed
the country-side its goodness
Prevailed immensely

Chev's CARPE DIEM #393 -  Kumadaniji

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Calm or Stormy!

                                                                                    Author:  Ian Mackenzie
Image: Elderly Couple in Love (here)

Emotional tendencies
Love’s extension
Befitting living creatures
Gracious to a fault

Whiff of ostentatious laughter
Murmurs of kind words
Male and female attract
Collusion of wants
Thirsty for love
Selfishly guarding
feel for companionship
between two hearts

An unsolicited choice
A necessary burden
Provocation may occur 
But cohesion held on

Conflicts abound though
May beget mixed ending
Marriage bliss
Or likely break-up

Note: Apologies, Susan! Did not realize the pre-condition of 14 lines. Too late to change at this juncture.

Susan's hosting at Poets United's Mid-Week Motif  -  Love 
and Mrsupole's Theme Thursday  - Thirsty

Healing Process

                                                                          Attribution:  Derrick C Goode
Image: Healing Hands (here)                                                                         

Call to all parents
Furtherance of progeny
Precious life in tow

Setting mood to mend
Replete with desire to heal
Smiles of Hippocrates

Life preservation
Contingent to living thing's
cautious existence

Chev’s CARPE DIEM #392  -  Anrakuji

Who to Blame!

                                                                                     Attribution: Peter van der Sluijs
Image: Running Wild Elephant (here)

Accelerate  Passive  Rogue

How it hurts
One need not be a conservationist
To realize issues
That relate to the environment
Can best be seen
On how it had been abused

To accelerate development
Is to take short cuts
Cutting around the corners
Foliage and fauna get impinged upon
Wild beasts uprooted
Their habitat encroached
By man and heavy machinery

Pushed deeper into the jungles
They cower in groups
trying to survive

Or no more passive
They fight back
They plunder and destroy crops
Bull elephants
Are known to lead their herds
To cause havoc on cultivations
And settlements

Quickly blamed for being aggressive
Shot and killed
They are termed as rogue elephants, yes!
But who to blame?

Written for Thomg's hosting at 3WW

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Kinabalu Conquered

                                                                                           Attribution: Ariel Steiner
Image: Mount Kinabalu (here)

My buddy Rahman is my guest poet on OLN, recounting his fondest moments
in conquering Malaysia's highest mountain. Rahman's earlier poems are (here) and (here)

My Kinabalu climb - many years ago

By dusk Sayat-Sayat
Camp 12,000 feet and a bit
Thighs a ton like now
Sprightly at 4,000
The guide laughed, eluded
His serpentine satire
                                By five awakened
                                Surfeit of silence
                                Refreshed by dreams
                                To climb climb climb
                                To reach Low’s peak
                                Mocks the morning sun
Among rosy blue mist
Thickly at top top finally,
Like the male seed
To ovary arrived
Muted, triumphant
A Trojan horse
                                A gift given, fused
                                One tiny heart tremulous.
                                It could be you or me.
On a wee flat below
The peak, inside a steel bin
A record book, I wrote
My name with thoughts
Of a girl gentle, who prefer
My best friend for husband                       
                                In the cold cold knapsack
                                A Daphne du Maurier’s
                                Rebecca reminds with
                                Lines “…our Manderlay,
                                Secretive and silent as
                                It had always been”
When no one is
Watching the mountain
Is not there, only
Void, silent probability.
Now you…let there be
Because you…I love.
                                A gift given, fused
                                One tiny heart tremulous.
                                It could be you or me.

Rahman Daud
2nd February 2014.

Written for Joe's hosting at d"Verse's  OpenLinkNight week#131

Radiance of Enlightenment

                                                                      Attribution: Ramon F Velasquez
Image: The Guiding Lights (here)

Blessed and ignited
radiance of enlightenment
For the chosen ones

Clusters of idyllic souls
Of worthy beings

Bright guiding light's straight
path of Heaven's call to a
singular purpose

Chev's CARPE DIEM #391 Dainichji

Monday, February 3, 2014

Where There's Life...

                                                                     Artist: Fritz von Uhde, circa 1885
Image: In an Orphanage (here)

Just two of them, orphans
They took to each other
Not siblings but the elder
Took it upon herself
To protect the younger

Other inmates took to bullying
She put a stop to it
They had been together ever since

The younger in all innocence
Lived for the day
The elder could only lament

Where was the future
She so yearned for
For both
What happened to 
Parental  love
When they needed them most

The elder was abandoned
A long time ago
The younger had a sickly mother
Who came by before
But had since passed on
She had been gone

They were happy together
For the moment
That was what mattered most
Where there was life there was hope!
Was that too much to ask?

Written for d'Verse:  as possible as if.....

Canopy of Love

                                                                                                  Author: Jebulon
Image: Natural Spring Water (here)

Vibrant spring water
Goodness of dreams heaven sent
When parched lips moistened

Canopy of love
Blessings of Bodhi tree for
Enlightened living

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #390 Konsenji

With All my Charms!

Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag

Barefoot in the park
Wanting to be heard
Gallivanting like a lark
Not getting hurt
Daintily on ivory keys
Of black and white
I dance blowing a kiss
Not of spite
You see slender legs
That’s freedom of choice
Whispering for fun’s sake
Cheekily a feminine voice
Make me stop
To glide into your arms
Down with a hop
Tinkling with chimes
Stark naked
To end the dance
Wrapped in blanket
With all my charms

Written for Tess's Magpie Tales #205