Gone by the Old Yellow road - a paradelle

                                                                                          Attribution: Bob Jenkins
Image: Yellow Brick Road (here)

The paradelle is a 4-stanza poem, where each stanza consists of 6 lines.

For the first 3 stanzas, the 1st and 2nd lines should be the same; 

the 3rd and 4th lines should also be the same; and the 5th and 6th 

lines should be composed of all the words from the 1st and 3rd lines

 and only the words from the 1st and 3rd lines.

The final stanza should be composed of all the words in the 5th and 

6th lines of the first three stanzas and only the words from the 5th 

and 6th lines of the first three stanzas  -  Brian

going for a short summer’s holiday

going for a short summer’s holiday

it had been a hard day’s night working late

it had been a hard day’s night working late

a short summer’s holiday it had been

going for a hard day’s night working late

but I left my heart in San Francisco

but I left my heart in San Francisco

beautiful flower children were on high then

beautiful flower children were on high then

my heart in San Francisco on high but

flower children were beautiful then I left

by the time I got to Phoenix she was gone

by the time I got to Phoenix she was gone

then I took the Old Yellow road alone

then I took the Old Yellow road alone

she was gone by the Old Yellow road

I got to Phoenix I then took time alone

my heart in San Francisco on high but

a short summer’s holiday it had been

she was gone by the Old Yellow road

going for a hard day’s night working late

I got to Phoenix I then took time alone

flower children were beautiful then I left

Note: Hank was at a loss starting out. Remembering 

some song titles and lyrics saved the day. Hopefully 

this is acceptable as all rules are adhered to

For Brian's hosting at d' Verse MTB where one is 

challenged to try composing a -  paradelle

An impending monsoon comes!

                                                                                     Attribution: Amjithps
Image:  The First Monsoon rains (here)

The Words are:
blues trills birds fluty branches
ping monsoon chestnut rocks
swallow lungs blends shining

Quavering through the blues
Trills of vibratory bird sounds
Hidden fluty not in view
In branches emitting ping tones

Signals an impending monsoon 
With expected torrential rains
That goads peaceful months
into wet cold nights that sustains

Boughs of strong chestnut
Rocks in heavy roaring winds
To swallow intense strong gusts
in lungs full of guts and pain

As quickly as in the morning
Night transforms into day that blends 
to one so bright and shining
Such is quick weather change


For Redwolf Poems We Wordle #23

Asking questions of Karma!

                                                                                                Attribution: Walker

Image:  Peace and Quiet Desired
by Many but denied to Some (here)

When good dreams wander

Questions of Karma are asked

Are there choices missed?

What impacts the world?

Basic needs for survival

Food shelter and peace

Can it be better?

Added hopes for the future 

is still being denied!

Bad dreams recur when

devious acts meant to destroy

are meted on some

By acts of nature?

No, deceit and connivance

coupled with power

Despots and the crooks

Gleefully grabbing the spoils

Suffer on death-beds

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #528 with Basho's  -  my dreams start to wander

They would have wanted to wake up!

He held his breath

Choking but he tried

They need not know

the inside of his heart

He held it back

No it should not go to his head

Tried as he might to understand

He couldn’t

They went against

agreed conventions
Only that he knew

There were no fighters seen

They were not fighters
These were civilians

Just kids barely into their teens

Or just babies who cried when smacked

But instead bombs rained on them

They never knew what hit them

They would have wanted to wake up

It was a dream, a psychedelic dream

With lots of brilliant colors explosions and heat

"Make it a dream and wake up

Open your eyes it is just a dream
A psychedelic dream"

No they could not!
Others could not make them

Others could not make them out either
They were there

They were among the debris

No they were the debris

Together with human  parts strewn of their

parents, grandparents and neighbors

They would have wanted to wake up

if it was a dream

Written for Anthony's hosting at d"Verse
  -  Poetics on DMT  -  a  psychedelic dream

Perils of a Double Agent

                                                                                     User: Arianna
Image:  Mata Hari  (here)

The Wordle words:  
dulcet (melodious) cobalt chiffon surround sleuth 
cling halcyon possess dandelion fence asphalt

Extending a memorable dulcet offering
Dancing in chiffon cobalt purple dress
Cavorting with the enemy in keeping
as a sleuth behind enemy lines no less

To surround herself with the higher-ups
Thinking of halcyon days of old to cling
to memory of how it had been dubbed
Possessed of a dancer's nature that inviting

Mata Hari a pearl in the dandelion patch
King and country or self glory she did her part
Survived through links of fences and trusted match
Ended on asphalt an executioner's bullet in her heart

For Mindlovemisery Menagerie Wordle #19 and
Kerry's hosting at Real Toads's Open Link Mondays

Not dampened by rain or shine - a shadorma

Image: Courtesy of Bastet's  (here)

a shadorma comprised six non-rhyming lines
and the syllable pattern is 3-5-3-3-7-5

corner spot
hidden from view and
a likely
hideaway
not dampened by rain or shine
lovers' paradise

a couple
with sustained feelings
extending
a grain of
profuse logic striving hard
for recognition

For Mindlovemisery Menagerie -  Photo prompt above

Seed Pods and Seed Casings

                                                            Image: Courtesy of mindlovemisery (here)
Image: Snapdragon Seed casings (here)

Flowers and seed pods go together
Colorful and perfumed on one account
And pushing for dispersion for the other
Progeny issues resolved for the longer term

Seed pods are invariably simple in appearance
Most are multiples and easily carried in person
Convenience in extending its continued presence
To bless and accentuate the green environment

But not all subscribe to the norm of nature
Grotesque look of the snapdragon somehow excels
Creating a morbid appearance as a signature
That unwittingly attracts rather than repel

For Mindlovemisery Menagarie  -  Fairy tale #18 and
Victoria's hosting at d'Verse's OpenLinkNight

An enjoyable read!

                                                                                               Attribution: Alan Walker

Image:   Chadwick Hall 
In the distance are the Hardwick New and Old Halls. The 'new' hall was built for the Countess of Shrewsbury between the years 1591 and 1597. The new hall was the inspiration for Chadwick Hall in D.H. Lawrence's novel, Lady Chatterley's Lover  (here)

Note: Lady Chatterley's Lover is a novel by D. H. Lawrence, first published in 1928  An unexpurgated edition could not be published openly in the United Kingdom until 1960.The book soon became notorious for its story of the physical (and emotional) relationship between a working-class man and an upper-class woman, its explicit descriptions of sex, and its use of then-unprintable words. -  Wiki

3 WW:  liberal profane quarrelsome

One really cannot be sure
Liberal attitudes had impacted on
writings in no small way

Not too long ago
There was even a notation
'Lady C Unexpurgated' version
was available in the market
The 4 letter word suddenly appeared
in print and the book had now been
accepted as acceptable

Fast forward to the present
What does one sees these days
Profane language previously
frowned upon are now common
place. 

Sexist, blasphemous violent
words spewed without recourse
nor conscience by young and old
alike.More often these are 
quarrelsome, antagonistic and
provocative

It is common that one ends up 
with an argument arising from 
a tactless remark

In blogosphere there seems to be 
a gallant and concerted effort  
for everyone in maintaining a clean 
slate in most writings. In gives
undoubtedly an enjoyable read

For Thomg's 3WW

Sunday Whirl - Creature of the Forest

                                                                                    Attribution: Greg Hume

Image: A Sumatran Orangutan

The words are: creature forest jump hangs magic hum 
passions thrive storming swarm without while words

A creature of the forest
It jumps hangs and swings
Slow in movements but like magic
it can be expected to cover
much grounds roaming
the jungle

Much is expected of it
Much endangered specie
that thrive on its own prowess
to survive

They swarm upon each other
In friendly banter
Without words all
the while maintaining passions
as a human in all mannerisms
and body language, storming,
shrieking or lying lazily with a
ho-hum!.
A daily afternoon siesta.
That’s the orangutan

For Brenda's Sunday Whirl #170  -  a Baker's dozen

Innocents were those who had suffered!

                                                                                         Attribution: Kevin J Tosh/civ
Image: Training to be killers
or victims of war (here)

Geo-political
conflict but innocents were
those who had suffered

Can their conscience be
cleared by pointing fingers at
others in the fray

Initial reports
showed vital evidence at
crash site were tampered

No winners in all
conflicts except the sick few
who designed them all

For CARPE DIEM #519 - in loving memory of
the recent Malaysian Airlines tragedy and
PU's Poetry Pantry #210

Coming of spring

                                                                                       Attribution: Daniel Thornton

Image: Early Spring (here)

Peeping out giving
way last traces of white to
the lustre of green

Refreshed feel making
a bee-line for the new dawn
to everyone's joy


For CARPE DIEM #518 with Basho's  - has Spring come?

Cherry Blossoms but what a wonder!

                                                                                          Attribution:  Arria Belli
Image: Cherry Blossoms in Japan (here)

the old-lady cherry
in bloom: a remembrance
of her old age                                -   Basho's
given it was a fleeting
moment but what a wonder!           -  Hank's

the old-lady cherry
in bloom: a remembrance
of her old age                                -  Basho's
blossoms of pure whites refreshed
all to be young hearts again             -  Hank's


For Chev's CARPE DIEM Tan Renga Challenge #43
Basho's 'the old lady cherry'

It was not for the squeamish!

                                                                                           Attribution: Mahbob Yusof
Image: Albino Burmese Python at Zoo Negara (here)

It laid in there motionless
Not the slightest movement
It seemed formidable and menacing
In its own quiet way
A slight odor was detected
The floor surface of the cage was wet
Perhaps contributing to the smell
It did not seem to bother
With so many pairs of eyes
Observing and wondering
More out of curiosity
For it was quite rare
To see an albino snake
Despite being colorful
It was still not for the squeamish

But it was still not for the weak hearted
who empathized with its fate
This was not  in reference to the snake though
But rather a little mouse with subdued eyes

Both the snake and the mouse
Were occupying  the same cage
Not overly excited of each other
But it was co-existence of sorts
The snake leisurely bidding its time
And the mouse in the same spot
For the past few hours and seen
To be shivering to no end
Knowing naturally by instinct
It owed its life to the snake
At the snake’s own leisure and pleasure

Note: Hank checked in at a hotel in Jakarta
years ago and spied upon an albino snake
in a cage together with the condemned mouse
It was at one corner at the reception lobby
Most probably it was a ‘prop’ to attract customers
Plainly a sick marketing ploy

There could have been other mice which went
along the same road in the cage before the current one
Laws on cruelty to animals obviously were lax
perhaps not enforced strictly or were even absent

For Poets United's Mid-week Motif - World Snake Day

It happened that very night itself

                                                                                               Attribution: Rbalmonia
Image: A large Civet Cat (here)

3WW : Fraught  Honorable Nocturnal
Poetry Jam:  Unexpected

I wish to recall an episode which seemed hilarious now
but not when it happened not too long ago. It was panic
stations and all hell broke loose. It started off innocent
enough when my daughter Azlin suggested we should
take a break considering it was the school holidays in two
month's time. That many months to arrange for everything
was a little tight but as most holiday plans, given to too
much planning might get botched just as much

Even so it was too late in the day to get the best of
choices and we finally settled on a not too known
a place. It was by the sea but close to the jungle fringes
We decided on a week's vacation at a small resort with
sea-side sports activities but with the bonus of jungle
trekking and fishing thrown in.

My loving wife Shadah had reservations initially as a jungle
environment would be fraught with danger of roving wild
animals snakes and all. I just brushed it off as a mother's
natural tendency of added caution, an unnecessary worry
.
We arrived in the late afternoon enough to have a glimpse
of the sea and the accompanying sea breeze tugging at
wisps of our hair. A wonderful time on the morrow was
eagerly awaited.But what a surprise, for the excitement
did not wait for morning. It happened that very night itself

We had retired for the night and snugly in bed snoring
away. Suddenly there was a din in the kitchen, a lot of
banging, knocking and sounds of things falling and
broken plates and pans. This went on every few minutes
We were housed in a 3-room chalet and the kitchen was
the back portion. My son Hafidz went to investigate but
was held back by Shadah. It could be robbers and probably
armed, she cautioned. It could not be as robbers would not
give themselves away I countered.

We called security and a young man, John came by
sneering made a show of bravery and walked confidently
into the kitchen. Things were strewn about dented or
broken. By this time a few of the neighboring chalets
had awakened and stood around wondering what happened
John looked around and declared things were under  control
They would do a clean-up in the morning and all would back
to normal. Shadah then asked John whether it was safe to
pull back the curtains to let air in as a pot of spilled curry
was emitting some kind of odor.

The kitchen window had wire-mesh so John said it was safe.
He made a move to the window and was just about to pull
back the thick curtains - then it happened!

It jumped out from behind the curtains on to John's face.
John cried out and rushed for the door.He missed a step
and his face smashed against the door itself. Everyone
else did the same and rushed into their rooms.

The whole resort was now all awake. Some of the
other guests came armed with sticks to see if they could
help. John in the meantime was cowering in the hall his
face with scratches and blood was all over

The honorable thing for the management to do for which we
appreciated was to have our family transferred  to one of their
suites at the main building. We were there for the whole week.
John was given a few days off but he met us before we left
There were still old scars on his face and when he smiled
there was a toothy grin - on account of two missing teeth
in the front.

He explained it was a civet cat that got trapped behind
the curtain because of the wire-mesh. A nocturnal creature
it was more frightened of John than we had imagined. It was
not a dangerous animal but it was an unexpected visitor which
managed to get in but not able to get out on its own!

For Thomg's hosting at 3WW and Gabriella's at Poetry Jam

Sitting quietly lost in thoughts

                                                                                              Attribution:  LaurMG
Image: Frustrations at his Desk  (here)

Sitting quietly lost in thoughts
Blank look traveling in space
Unperturbed to hankerings of the lot
Lips sealed spewing ideas in a rage

Cornering all resources unto himself
Who was he to be so selfish
Release your thoughts,your mind yourself
Others were waiting for them with relish

He could no longer hold on tight
Cut the cords that he did
Now his mind exploded bright
Working double quick time for his bid

Such the feelings an unshackled being
Released from writer's block sans tightening
Sudden surge of thoughts provoking
Finally mouth-watering and searching

For d"Verse's 3rd Anniversary  -  celebrating poets

Fording the shallow waters

                                                                                         Attribution: Ian Wigley

Image: Footpath fords a Stream  (here)

Path along the fence
Sight to see with colorful
flowers all along

Path across a stream
Fording the shallow waters
Thrill for the youngsters

Grazing land with path
seldom used, lest charging bulls
appear raging mad

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #515  - with Buson's  on short-cut path

There was always that silver lining

                                                                                       Attribution: Bhaskaranaidu
Image: Necklace with Locket  (here)

The 12 words are:
1. Grudge 2. Numinous 3. Malady 4. Locket 5. Sentimental 6. Recover
7. Grain 8. Linen 9. Knees 10. Wilt 11. Silver 12. Hollow

He was numinous in his dealings
Not to hold a grudge he was told
He had always held good feelings
Of his fellow men who were bold

A malady that he sadly discovered
Could not help recover his loss with regret
Honesty of those around that mattered
Of sentimental value loss of a locket

Not a grain of hope could be told
Pulled the linen, got on his knees searching
Hoping for it not to have been sold
Wilted with despair he could be crying

It might seem hollow to think otherwise
But there was always that silver lining
It might be lying hidden from prying eyes
To be discovered later one fine morning

For Mindlovemisery Menagerie #17 and
Kerry's Open Link Monday at Real Toads

Self-inflicted or was he murdered

Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag  (here)

A mansion an imposing old structure
It had been there as long as I could remember
It had seen better times in its heyday
Where socialites were having their way

But sadly it went into bad times
Triggered off by an unfortunate event
That remained still a mystery until this day
What really happened no one could say

A billionaire riding high in his calling
Had made complaints against the owner's dealings
The authorities were deep in sensitive investigations
Which took more time than usual for action

One morning a grim discovery was made
The complainant billionaire was found dead
In a posh bathroom of the mansion
How he eluded security none could fathom

Gunshot wound to his temple from one bullet
Was it self-inflicted or was he murdered
Household staff on leave the owner on vacation
How it happened posed lots of questions

For Tess' Magpie Tales #228 and
PU's Poetry Pantry #209

An eccentric inventor that he was!

Image: Courtesy of Brenda's (here)

Sunday Whirl Wordle #169
cheeky eclipse hike honors lackluster manufactured 
millions piece room shot side throat

His cheeky antics eclipsed his brilliance
He could have hiked more honors
for himself. Instead he was attributed with
a lackluster performance, a grossly
unfair assessment of his ability

He prided himself in being an inventor
of many things but he could not go that
extra mile to benefit from them
He did not feel threatened as
this was his own company

The marketing team had envisaged
millions if those items could be manufactured
But an eccentric inventor that he was
he kept coming up with little pieces
that were just stored in a side room
These were not seeing a shot at being sold
It was a stranglehold on the company's
throat. Invariably costs could not be
controlled where income was trailing
behind. The company could not sustain
itself and it fell into oblivion

For Brenda's Sunday Whirl

Showers of golden colors - a shadorma

                                                                                    Attribution: Jen's Blog it or lose it
Image: A Dying Leaf  (here)

Note: A shadorma  comprises six non-rhyming
lines and the syllable pattern is 3-5-3-3-7-5

A lone leave
floated down slowly
Reminder
of a change
Showers of golden colors
were fast approaching

Attrition
Name of the game when
useless and
discarded
was left to fend for himself
Life could be unfair

For Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

A Flash of Lightning!

                                                                                   Attribution: Koba-chan
Image: In a Flash as it is!  (here)

A flash and brightness
but a fleeting moment as
life often teases

A flash and brightness
conjures pretty pattern if
only it sustains

A flash and brightness
often with deafening roar
somewhat repugnant

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #512 Shiki (2)    - Flash of Lightning

Contender in the market

                                                                                           Attribution: : 熱海
Image: Square shaped Melons (here)

Thirst quencher juicy
and succulent offering
Summer's day special

Fruit for all seasons
Not short of novelty now
even square in shape

Distant drums last heard
melon of medicinal value
is the ultimate

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #510  -  Buson's fruitless blossoms

He had a confession to make!

                                                                        Attribution: Pedro Simoes

Image: The Kisses and the Beginnings (here)

3WW : eerie guarded translucent

Real Toads Word List: fresh  burst  defy  chain struck 
forward  exchange  customary  prefer close

Poets United: the key

He had wished to make a fresh start
Never had he anticipated the burst of enthusiasm
That could defy such ominous feelings of anxiety
that struck the chain of events

Guarded in his interest in such customary exchange
he had preferred to have just to close the chapter
and move forward without much fanfare
but he had a confession to make

That eerie feeling translucent in nature
was inching slowly much too slow
He had never thought he could muster
the courage to admit that she did it

yes, she did!
she had stolen the key to his heart!

For grapeling's hosting at  Real Toads

Thomg's hosting at 3WW and 
Susan's hosting at Poets United's Midweek Motif - The Key

Can Providence hear out plea! - a Tanka

                                                                                     Attribution:  High Contrast
Image: Rudbeckia Faded through Summer Heat (here)

Note: Tanka is a short Japanese poetry
form with a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable pattern

When heat of summer
is allowed its way clinging
Autumn bids its time
but delay can impact on
those long suffering patients

Dryness worsens coughs
of those afflicted but plea
to Providence can
result in smooth transition
as it had always happened?

Note: Inspired by Shiki  who happened
to be a long suffering TB patient

For Chev's CARPE DIEM's G-Writer #6   -  Jen's on Shiki

brown and gold pursuits

                                                                                       Attribution: Andrew Auger        
Image:  Signs of Early Autumn (here)

 Floating leaves slowly
 descending in slight breeze to
 mark change of season

Heat clamoring to
stay on meets the coolness
of early Autumn

Colors spraying change
begins brown and gold pursuits
with fruiting galore

For Chev's CARPE DIEM # 509  -  in an unknown sky

Dignified with lots of pride and elegance

                                                                            Artist:  B C Koekkoek - 1846
Image: Elegant young Lady (here)

The 10 wordle words chosen are:
 Ravishing  Voice  Frisson Pure Drawn Circuitous 
Artifice  Exclusion Castigate Taciturn

A ravishing beauty with a sultry voice
Flaunting all of her assets endowed
Creating that measure of frisson desire
Are the female gender of pure nerves

They may be drawn in a circuitous medley
Sitting confidently in hues of artifice pleasure
To the exclusion of any modest speculation
Nor to castigate any outburst of male dominance

Taciturn by nature ladies love to be challenged
In their quiet little ways of acceptance
Dignified with lots of pride and elegance
Men-folks had better be warned

For you have not met your match
Of a lady of character and strength
Who ply their knowledge and guile
In the background in support of their men

For Kerry's hosting at Open Link Monday at Real Toads and
Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Wordle # 16

Occupational Hazards of a Godfather!

Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag #227 (here)

A tough guy in the making did you say?
He did not look like one to inherit the seat

He was, eventually he did
He became a budding Godfather!

How did he do it.
He looked a softie in the portrait
Cradling a pussycat
He ought to be handling a gun

But it was an old portrait
Taken a decade ago
A lot had happened since then
He was instrumental in getting
Big Bad Joe bumped off
He also played a hand in quelling
the 'mutiny' that followed
He is now held in high esteem
by all the guys and even our 'rivals'
the wannabes down the street

So he is going to be our next Godfather?
It looks like, yes!

Ok, what do we do then?
We'll play the same game
And return the favor
You mean?
Yes!

So agreed, this is our pact
You work out the details
Before he gets to us
We'll bump him off first

I'll drink to that, cheers!

For Tess' Magpie Tales

Trudging in the Rain

                                                                                                Image: Wordle #168
Sunday Whirl words:
arms blood blind cape candle ghosts
hill image mission ragged rain simple

Care to see a homeless
trudging in the rain?
Ragged cape carelessly
covering his head
Ghosts of his sinful acts
in the past caught up with him

Blind to his predicament
they came with a mission
crying for blood
His arms tired in warding
them off
He could only think
in simple terms
on how to clear his conscience

Given the present situation
it was an uphill task
If he could only have a light
just a candle-light
to provide a clear image
so he could make amends

He would care to persevere
to pay his dues for what he did
His resolve to repay a debt
to those who suffered before

He had suffered enough!

For Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl Wordle #168

A mamihlapinatapei at work!

                                                                           Image: Looks of mamihlapinatapei (here)

Note: The word mamihlapinatapei is derived from the Yaghan language of Tierra del Fuego, listed in The Guinness Book of World Records as the "most succinct word", and is considered one of the hardest words to translate. It allegedly refers to "a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other will offer something that they both desire but are unwilling to suggest or offer themselves."  -  Wiki

I can see the looks in her eyes
revealing in silence
Will he or won't he?
She is ready to accept, I know!
I'm waiting!
I know she wants me to say it
What is holding him back?
I can read her like a book
Is he still unsure?
I have seen women with such glassy eyes
What else can I do?
She is now fidgeting
Is it proper for a girl to initiate
I think she is asking questions in her mind
Will that appear cheap?
She is still asking!
How long will this go on?
She wants me to pop the question
Why can't he blurt it out of his heart?             
I must muster all the courage
I love him with all my heart!
Well here goes....

Will you marry me?
Yes, my darling! yes!

Personal Note: This is based on a real story

Written for Mindlovemisery Menagerie #62  -  mamihlapinatapei
and Mary's hosting at PU's Poetry Pantry #208

To herald color's freshness! - T. Renga

                                                                                       Attribution: Jonathan Billinger
Image:  Early Spring Flowers  (here)

before the spring equinox;
the cold will last
only a night or two more           -  Rotsu
           
then nature transforms where birds
and flowers discard shyness        -  Hank's


before the spring equinox;
the cold will last
only a night or two more           -  Rotsu

cold winter soon forgotten
to herald color's freshness          -   Hank's


Note: To complete a Tan Renga to
Rotsu's haiku with additional 7-7 lines

For Chev's CARPE DIEM Tan Renga Challenge #42
 -  before the spring equinox

UFO - Not about to divulge their secrets!

                                                                                           Attribution: Rafa Esteve
Image: Stonehenge, an alien structure? (here)

3WW with words:  Godless divulge insignificant

Rarely told in more uncertain terms
Stories abound of strange sightings
At great speed in twists and turns
Shiny objects quickly disappearing

Flying saucers they were earlier known
More of a mystified general description
But these Godless beings had shown
more  finesse to herald their presence

Not about to divulge their secrets
Positioning of Pyramids to the constellations
Where higher beings were attributed
Nazca lines, ancient cities and stonehenge

Insignificant formations and constructions?
No they were not!  And if they were to see our leaders
then Pres. Obama or Zuckerberg as people of influence
Or who else do we call - the Ghost-busters?

For Thomg's 3WW and Poets United's - Mid Week Motif  - World UFO Day

Next transfer window!

                                                                                    Attribution: Christophe Badoux

Image: Spain with the FIFA World Cup after
beating Holland in the 2010 Final  (here)

Excitement in the
Air could not hide frustrations
Of some team members

Soccer fans were just
As bewildered seeing giants
Left by the wayside

Big names had gone home
But new heroes  were there to
To fill the vacuum

Spate of signings to
Vie for pearls that shine could well
Trigger free-for-all

Next transfer window
Would be closely watched for faces
Of high priced players

Note: One is asked to delve into what is
happening at this moment in time

For   MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie - HeedingHaikuWithHA