he’ll turn himself in

                                                                                 Attribution: Koshy Koshy

Image: Keeping Coy in Politeness (here)

3WW given words:

resolute promise jovial

resolute in his resolve

he promised himself

come the new year

he’ll turn himself in

no that’s not what he meant

no mistaking

he did not do anything wrong

neither is he a crook

it’s just that

he wants to prove to himself

he’s meant for better odds

he’s jovial

nice looking guy

pleasant in attitudes

of very good bearing

why can’t he be revered

and admired

despite his faults

yes, there are faults

but only unto himself

not impinging on others

well-mannered

basking in his own glory

and friends to many

yes, why not!

he has got his resolutions

all worked out

needs a little polishing though

but just about time!

Happy New Year everybody!

For Thomg's 3WW week #408

it rises and falls to the beat

                                                                                            Attribution: Daniel Aragay
Image: Wild dancing styles (here)

The given words

few music grip  rise fall water bed

embrace steam feather shadow

few will consider it as music

it may grip the imagination

it rises and falls to the beat

but not causing much reaction

give a water-bed a chance

it is likely to do the same

it’ll embrace some movements

with perhaps lots of steam

while bed of feathers of old

a shadow of the current ones

more pleasant we are told

but are they still in production?

so also this new dance craze

no not a new Gangnam style

but making a lot of waves

youngsters left to their guile

For grapeling's hosting at Real Toads
-  get listed final for 2014

Soaking it in by the shore

                                                                                            Attribution: Laurie -Smith

Image: Light-house Inside (here)

How did it come by

Nobody knew

A treasured find

Floating like a cork
bobbing in the sea

Like a rubber dingy
tossed about in a storm

It had come a long way

Lying forlornly like a sun-bather

Soaking it in by the shore

The two boys  picked it up
like a ragged doll

Chucked it off

Of no value to them

You picked it up uncorked it open

With bated breath perhaps a map 

A pirate’s lair of untold riches

What did you find inside?

A light-house of no consequence

The two boys gave the cue earlier

Unwittingly they made a good decision

No free lunch made easy

Better luck next time!

For Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
 - Light-house in a bottle
Picture prompt #41

Hope for a good year

                                                                                       Attribution: dave_7
Image: Forget What's Left Behind  (here)

Pure white on tree-tops

Stable but some still searching

Hope for a good year

Cold weather outside

Warmth blankets the family

Loved ones together

Anticipation

Working their hearts out for peace

Expecting break-through?

Despairing thoughts though

Rough times for business ahead

Gloomy scene for all

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #637  -  departing year

But I fight for my reputation!

                                                                                              Attribution: James Gathany

Image: The Black Widow

Note: The Black Widow so-called 

as it will devour its mate after mating

MLMM's given words:

draftsack(a bag of garbage, figuratively a big belly) mischief

conceit zinc fizzle brick strangle ridicule android intersection

You call me a draftsack is that it!

I’m not given to mischief

Neither am I a conceit

But I can well cause grief

I take a lot of zinc

More manly than my man

He said let’s  have a fling

I said that suits me fine

I’m not lethal

But I cause a lot of pain

My man told me to fizzle

Gobbled him later that’s my gain

I’m not a brick wall

Neither do I strangle

If you ridicule me at all

You’ll end up spread-eagled

My android’s a little edgy

I’m now at the intersection

I offer no apology

But I fight for my reputation

For Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Wordle # 41 and
Kerry's hosting at Real Toad's Open Link Monday

Man must earn a living too, right?

Image:  Courtesy of Tess' Mag (here)

Bjorn's given words:

dawdle  -  to move slowly, languidly, or saunter.

frankincense  -  an aromatic gum resin for perfumes

noel - the Christmas season; yuletide.

manger  -  trough or an open box in which feed for livestock is placed.

binnacle -  a housing for a ship's compass and a lamp

 kafkaesque -  characterized by surreal distortion and a sense of impending danger

pachyderm  -  large, thick-skinned, mammals such as the elephant, rhinoceros

Not utterly concerned of life’s challenges

nor life’s problems

To nonchalantly dawdle pachyderm like

He moved ever so slowly

No sense of urgency

Nor a kafkaesque feel was  apparent

What a blessed soul to stomp about the earth

Heard say he was basking in wealth

at one time

Gave them away

on account of the noel festivities mostly

Now housed in a cubicle of a shelter

He got along he survived

An eccentric purchasing items not readily needed

Threw them away in a manger upon reaching home

That he did often times

A binnacle, a crate of frankincense and a host of others

The proprietor at the Pink Shop could just observe

when he made his purchases

shaking his head not really stopping him

Man must earn a living too, right?

It was all legit!

For Bjorn's lqw Worlde #17 and
Tess' Magpie Tales #251 

Regret often the wages of blunder

                                                                                           Attribution: Peter Trimming
Image: A Red Squirrel (here)

The given words:

silent holy arrival alone chime stray

plain laughing ingest scar sigh pale

Silent as a holy sage meditating in the night

Its arrival alone on the quiet without a chime

A stray or perhaps a straggler looking for a bite

Not bothered of the cold but bidding its time

Unlike the old lady with a stocked  larder

Plain to see it made a grave misjudgement

Sudden turn for the worse of the weather

Meant an empty stomach in hibernation

No laughing matter with none to ingest

A scar on its conscience of a failed winter

Sigh! Pale element lacking foresight to invest

Utter regret often the wages of blunder

Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl 
Wordle # 193

Such is beauty of nature

                                                                                      Attribution: Margaret Bednar
Image: Courtesy of Margaret's (here)

Three of a kind amazing

Bathed in colors stunning

Surprisingly not even green

How they are normally seen

With all the whites around

Reminder of Autumn’s brown

Such is beauty of nature

Not to just disappear

Whether brown or green

Mysterious and lean

A constant reminder

Nature can feign anger

For Margaret's hosting at Real Toad's
Artistic Interpretations  -  simply beautiful!

Catch a falling star!

                                                                                                 Attribution: Lokilech
Image: Starfish (here)

Dotted all over

Of brilliance on starry nights

Catch a falling star

Light on moving goals

Ambitions set in motion

Reaching for the stars

Hidden talents sought

Dormant but yet striving out

And a star is born!

For Chev's CARPE DIEM # 634  -  star

Dreaming of a White Christmas

                                                                                   Author: Editor5807

Image: Shortly after Heavy snowfall  (here)

Note: Tanka on White Christmas

Odds stacked against it

Storm-battered days power cuts

Yearnings were stifled

Dreaming of a White Christmas

Sadly not fully fulfilled

For Chev's CARPE DIEM # 634  -  white christmas

An obligation that everyone has a stake

                                                                                            Photo: Michelle M Dickson

Image: The Pro- Bowl Tackle (here)

3WW:

brilliant fervent thoughtful

Real Toads

bah humbug

Is it not a brilliant idea to provide for everyone

Is it not an obligation that everyone has a stake

Where does it say one is at liberty to have fun

When it is only men who get to enjoy the cake

Take volleyball hockey golf athletics even soccer

Where the fairer sex have excelled to great heights

Whether individual or team games does it matter

Women as a sports personality have all the rights

Do not think certain games only men should marvel

It may just be thoughtful to offer women their all

A fervent hope to bring equality to a higher level

Fair dinkum bah humbug how about American football?

For Isadora's hosting at Real Toads
and Thomg's at 3WW week #407

He had to go before daybreak

                                                                              Author: US Fish and Wildlife Service
Image:  Sunrise Over the Desert (here)

Bjorn's given words:
absinthe -  strong alcoholic drink that is green and has a bitter taste
joss  -   thin stick of incense burned to produce a pleasant smell
tinsel  -  pieces of shiny material used as decoration at Christmas
idler  -  not working or being used
riptide  -  tide that opposes other tides causing a violent disturbance at sea
bluey  -  a bundle of possessions carried by a drifter
nutgall – a gall which forms inside the buds of hazel bushes due to 
presence of mites causing the buds to enlarge

Crimson yellow peeping over the horizon
Getting brighter by the minute but not fully
Just stirring up still dizzy feeling alone
It was already sunrise birds chirping incessantly

Effects of the absinthe made his head heavy
Incense from the joss-stick he wanted to dismiss
Felt like throwing up but kept his senses luckily
He had to go before daybreak he had promised

An idler not used to staying on the job for long
Helped with tinsel tying and decorations last night
Riptide of thoughts he was not where he belonged
His bluey on the ready waiting just to take flight

His inflamed nose still stinging as big as a night-gall
As yet to receive the stipend he was to get later
No reason to kiss the buds but how he regretted it all
For helping out but no one seemed to bother

For Bjorn's lqw wordle # 16 and
Magaly's Open Link Monday

Impacting on luckless souls

                                                                                Attribution: Arches National Park

Image: Giant  Hairy Desert Scorpion (here)

the given words:

scorpion swelter desert ventilation cactus 
drumble (moving a slow or sluggish manner) 
bankrupt vile spectrum bead 

Ever seen a scorpion sweltering in the sun

Not any sun but in the hot and burning desert

Where morning dew could boil in minutes done

It crawled in drumble movements in little spurts

Sought ventilation just as some deprived homeless

A cactus perhaps or some concealed dim lit holds

Bankrupt of ideas but for both will to survive endless

Vile ways of society impacting on luckless souls

Spectrum of honor befitting those who slogged

Faced with unjust world of unscrupulous racketeers

Could be up against a solid wall strongly blocked

Where beads of sweat did not match their endeavors

For Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
Wordle #40 and
Magaly's at Open Link Mondays

As a painting on canvas

                                                                                         Attribution: Brocken Inaglory

Image: Mesquite Dunes in Death Valley National Park (here)

Note: Mesquite Flats Sand Dunes is a fascinating and beautiful location especially in the morning at sunrise.. The beautiful sunsets, with the low angle of the sun bringing out color and texture of the dunes, and the Grapevine Mountains, providing a wonderful backdrop, are only out done by the even more spectacular and colorful sunrises.Death Valley holds the record for the hottest place on earth.- Wiki

The given words: 

eyes high choice always help burn 

panic sweet talk perform snag thousand

Pleasant to the eyes as a painting on canvas

From a distance it looks forgiving and inviting

Reputed to be the hottest place on earth

High fifties celsius of temperature prevailing

Still it is a visit of choice as a tourist attraction

Always a draw to experience extreme provocation

Does not help to alleviate some burning sensations

Nothing to panic for it is a normal reaction

Grapevine Mountains, imposing in the distance

A picturesque spectacle of nature’s beauty

Sweet talk of its grandeur a normal occurrence

To outperform the snag against reality

Sand dunes of a thousand patterns on the ground

With capture during sunsets of its attractive texture

Supporting colorful sunrises in spectacular fashion

Never a desolate place is expected to offer

For Brenda's hosting at Sunday Whirl Wordle # 192 and
Mary's at Poets United's Poetry Pantry #232

What about the tree?

                                                                                         Attribution : Petr Kratochvil

Image: Decorations galore for sale (here)

Luxury of time

Not anymore sauntering

Christmas creeping by

White on the tree tops

Decorations and presents

Make it warm inside

Cookies and light stuff

What’s cooking in the kitchen

What about the tree?

For Chev's CARPE DIEM  -  christmas decorations and
Joseph's hosting at dVerse's  OpenLinkNight

Great mood for all concerned - an Essence

                                                                                               Attribution: Erik Cavarra
Image: Perfection even in training (here)

Essence:
Essence, created by Emily Romano consists of two
lines of six syllables each.  There is an end rhyme
(rhyme at the end of the line) and an internal rhyme
(rhyme in the middle of the line)  -  mlmm

Golfer's Desire

Golfers pray all the time
Good play when weather’s fine


Yuletide cheer

Santa gave good presents
Great mood for all concerned

For Georgia's BJ's Shadorma and beyond  -  essence 
at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie  (mlmm)

All vying for a share

                                                                                                   Attribution: Jamsong

Image: Traditional Birthday Fare
for one year old Korean baby (here)

A birthday joy celebrated around the world

Festivities extending beyond

From youngsters to contending adults

All vying for a share

Fairly persistent

Bewitching or bitching but a constant

It is an annual affair

Like it or not

One gets his own share

It is there lurking

One gets it on the anniversary

The question is,

 ‘Are you thinking of a birthday party for your goodself

 Are you not happy to just let it go pass unnoticed

Are you not letting them wonder

Is it not playing into the bewitching

or bitching syndrome?’

A revelation of one’s aging or of having aged

All the efforts of plastic surgeries anti-wrinkle creams

Unwittingly thrown to the winds

All because grannies and gramps agree

To having ‘one thrown for them’

You may not have to!

All are but out in the open

A birthday party for the oldies!

For Gay's hosting at d'Verse's MTB  -  birthday poems

How very graceful

                                                                                                Attribution: adrian8_8
Image: Speed Skating fast and furious (here)

Swirling jumping and

landing without stopping such

a joy most aptly

Makes it look easy

Poetry in motion silent

sensuous spectacle

How very graceful

As an eagle snooping by

Swooping  for the kill

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #628  -  ice skating

Disgusted none of it he left not looking back!

                                                                                                 Attribution: Joe Mabel
Image: Inside a Bar (here)

Red Wolf Poems:
stillness time sacred shallowness
mandala fading moody tobacco

3WW:

alive glaring misty

Poets United:

music

Boisterous crowd very alive tonight

Not the stillness of an evening stroll

Music blaring in keeping with the tide

Unwieldy slips jiving to an awakened soul

Time to be together most precious

Sacred endeavors all for a good time

Though shallowness of jibes still obvious

What of it for young folks keeping in line

Seated around in  somewhat  mandala fashion

What he had in mind all along for a tortured soul

Crudely unperturbed but a perfect ambiance

Sadness fading moody still but steadfastly bold

Misty tobacco smoke swirling in abundance

A tinge of weed aroma he could faintly detect

Glaringly his mood dive changed so sudden

Disgusted none of it he left not looking back

For Susan's hosting at Poets United Midweek Motif  -  music
Thomg's at 3WW week #406 and
Irene's at Red Wolf Poems We Wordle #33

Suddenly everyone were shocked!

                                                                   User: Itsmine

Image: The NY Stock Exchange  (here)

More than a munching and hard to stomach

More than just a mouthful leading to the New Year

Bread and butter issues seem to take center stage lately

Events dogged the headlines

Some found themselves in awkward and dangerous situations

Some others  punished violently

Physically they were life threatening or lives were snuffed

Hostage taking in Sydney which left 3 dead

Taliban attacks on schoolchildren with 129 dead

Suddenly everyone were shocked

But these were the immediate

Far worst came by earlier centered on killings

Garner in Staten Island

Brown in Ferguson

Rice from Cleveland

Compounded by unpopular Grand Jury decisions

That tore into the very fabric of race relations

Interspersed in between a Senate hearing

on waterboarding brought torture into the open

No fear for everyone else were likely to be tortured too!

Further and for far longer not unlike those at Guantanamo

Oil dropped to an unimaginable USD52 per barrel

With a prediction of a mind-boggling USD32 in 2 year’s time

And the Dow bubble hovering at 17,000 to plunge

to 6000 also in 2 years

Economic implications and trade imbalances

would bring issues impacting on life in general

and when the US sneezed we

 in other parts of the world got the cold too

Bread and butter issues would greatly

feature from now on and Wall Street pundits were already smirking

 ‘don’t say we didn’t tell ya!’

For Grace's hosting at d'Verse Poetics:  bread

Youngsters with hopes

                                                                                  Author: Clement C Moore
Image: Santa with his Reindeer (here)

The given words:

aloof misshapen skim brume(mist,fog) envelope emblem

discreet anonymous clock throb chantage(Blackmail) temples

Aloof with the misshapen idea of creating angels

Aloof for not being seen

Extending the goodness of happiness

Skimming the brume of the darken skies

That envelops the nights

An emblem of honor

Smiles as wide as the blessed soul

Still accomplishing it most discreetly

Anonymous through the years
Santa and his reindeer

around the clock

But only for fleeting moments

That is how he is remembered

Images of his presence playing on the minds

Youngsters with hopes

Asking for the world

Asking even for the impossible

For all the ho! ho! ho! spirit and festivities

Keeping them alive through the ages

Parents faithfully slogged

To meet the aspirations of their wards

Happiness throbbing in their hearts

More than made up for all their parent's sweat

In getting bigger stockings

To stoke the anticipations

Of a great present

Some children can impose certain chantage elements

But parents being parents take them for love

Temples of faith for the believers

Greenery of thankfulness

Are what parents hope for 

Early Christmas feel blowing in the air

For Yves' hosting at Mindlovemisery's 
Menagerie Wordle # 39

He ended in a crumpled mess

                                                                                              Attribution: Diego Goez
Image: A Drunk on the ground (here)

Bjorn's given words:
algid- cold chilly
hoy- a barge used in harbors 
vale- a valley
browbeat- to intimidate 
poromeric- synthetic leather substitutes.
scintilla- a minute particle
nightshade- of solanaceous plants 

Lost in the wilderness
In utter silence
Not unlike in a drunken stupor
Algid in repose
Time stood still

In his semi-conscious state
He was painfully aware
It was peaceful
A vale in the morning mist
He laid still as on a hoy
Slow-moving

Flashbacks of the night before
played on his mind

Browbeaten into submission
Kind words followed with violence
Poromeric and rubber hoses
Used lavishly

Not a scintilla of remorse
On their part but
He ended in a crumpled mess
Even nightshade torn from the ground
Found his puffy eyes and swollen lips
All because of an innocent remark…

For Bjorn's hosting at #lqw wordle #15 and
Marian's Open Link Monday at Real Toads

Angels without a care in the world

                                                                                         Attribution: Robert Doisneau
Image: Fair use Courtesy of Mag (here)

The given words:

Spacecraft  spinning planets lunatics losers

forever angels endeavor say spread tangle

Spacecraft spinning out of control

Resembling a meteor hurtling to Earth

The planets are in a frenzy

There are a lot of wrong doings

A lot of happenings in the world

Righteousness is sidelined

The lunatics are having it their own way

Others are utterly confused

There are winners and losers

But not all are lost

The lovers are just as busy forever together

Angels without a care in the world

They care just for themselves

They exhibit their desires without recourse

They endeavor to show their feelings

To spread love and affections

Sometimes blatantly in public places

They come with a bang and say it

And they are fondly forgiven

Don’t mess around with those madly in love

Never get entangled

or to unnecessarily tangle with them

They live in their own sacred world!

They are happy

They expect others to be happy too!

For Tess' Magpie Tales #250 and
Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle # 191

They do it all wrong here

                                                                                               Attribution: Christina

Image: Exhibits in a museum (here)

I just can’t stand them and I mean them

All of them no exception!

Both those inside as well as those outside

Let’s talk of those inside first

They leave us by ourselves through the night

Nothing happens even in the morning

We see them only in mid-morning

Just a bucket full and they just throw them in

Smelly, dead and cheapest in the market

And they expect us to gobble
all that with relish!

Sheesh!
 

I like my fish fresh

I like them swimming having fun

I will then catch them with a swipe if small

Or pick them by the tail and

bring them up to the surface

They do it all wrong here

This is what we go through everyday

Having dead fish most of them rotten

by our standards

 And we have not even talked about

Those humans on the outside

How we hate the week-ends

That is when they come in droves

And the kids they were cute before

But not anymore

They expect us to get on our back flippers

Clap our fronts and smile

Just for them to take their own selfies

with us in the background

And some even goad us to talk

‘Honk! Oink! ‘ They shout at us

They think it is funny

We only talk when we are happy

Not for some selfish kids for their selfies!

Sheesh!

For Yves' hosting at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
with writing prompts  -  zoo and
Mary's at Poets United's Poetry Pantry # 231

Fearing not to alert her

                                                                                                 Attribution: Yinan Chen
Image: Jungle Path seemingly Undisturbed  (here)

She is set to keep on going by herself
I still follow her tracks the path seems undisturbed
I check how the clump of trees react
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
Fearing not to alert her
My lung bursting I can only gulp piranha-like
Free air swirling above my head
Still able not to splash about with the frenzy
Of cornering a victim

She stands and looks back just a wee bit
Not too far in front
Taking her time to determine the coast is clear
Awkwardly she steps out but missing a step
Sprawling unceremoniously on the ground
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Nonchalantly sweeping across the puddle of brackish water
Looking back victorious in her desire
To slip out of my grips

She jumps floats and skips
Like a gazelle out of a trap but laughing
Knowing fully well no hunting dogs are in pursuit
It is a trivial matter too small and uncomplicated
But still she lacks the conscience
Karma will invariably catch up
I lay down my arsenal
To take a rest
I will not persist in hot pursuit

Note: The lines in italics are inspired from
Jame's Poem  -  Beginnings

For Grace's hosting of Sunday's Mini Challenge
at Real Toads - to be inspired by James Wright's poem

Up the mountain trail

                                                                                             Attribution: Drunk driver

Mountain Log cabin (here)

Up the mountain trail

Hermit’s lodge well provided

For impending cold

Snug in peaceful means

Jungle creatures stopover

Ready leftovers

Cool clean mountain air  

Blue skies with nature's blessings

Poet’s paradise

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #626  -  mountain cabin

A work of art nature is smart

Image: Fair use Courtesy of Real Toads (here)

Note: "Lake Hillier in Western Australia is
bubble-gum-pink and it's literally just a few
steps away from a 'normal' colored Southern
Ocean. Scientists speculate that it’s color is
caused by a reaction of sea salt and sodium
bicarbonate and/or caused by red halophilic
bacteria in the salt crusts"  -  Real Toads

Wonder of wonders what of it here

Appearing chewy as a chewing gum biggie

Seen from above but a body of water

Two of a kind in the world just plain crazy

Scientists have an explanation obviously

Algae beneath, bacteria-like creatures perhaps

For the carotene blessed colors seem uncanny

Something’s got to give and that was that

Strangely enough when samples were taken

Hues of color seen just as plain as any lake water

What of it then at the bottom causing the hindrance

Weird still, assurances given to swim in it not a bother

Plainly a work of art and nature is smart
Blushing pink a little girl's privilege
A phenomena leaving many mystified

For nature works in very strange ways

For Hannah's hosting at
Real Toads  -  nature's wonders

Deceptively inviting

                                                                                   Attribution: Joangray mehamaOR

Image: Beautiful Hornet's nest (here)

Stung bad and confused

Throbbing pain red and inflamed

Spring rain no comfort

Hornets the culprit

Looking pretty but lethal

Mata Hari kind

Nests big as football

Deceptively inviting

Do not mess with it

Strong winds shook it and

like one possessed it became

suddenly alive

For Chev's CARPE DIEM Litttle Creatures # 14 -  spring rain and
Claudia's at d'Verse MTB - something suddenly comes alive!

Snow White shows the way

                                                                                          Attribution: Darjac

Image: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (here)

Who says only one

of a kind to stay good friends

Snow White shows the way

Aftermath of nights

Snow as far as the eyes can

see, pureness in white

Shoveling is fun

Perhaps when only knee deep

A chore otherwise

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #624  -  snow

Blunt in his retort

                                                                                      Attribution: Carlos Delgado

Image: Trumpeting his Thoughts (here)

3WW given words:   

blunt drunk lethargic

Poetry Jam:  quiet

Blunt in his retort

Drunk with emotions

Lethargic in thinking

Not about to be quiet

Give it to the world

Anyone cares for keeps

Not opening for others

Just keep to your side

World in conflict

Enough bother to date

Set in his thinking

Not in many forms

Just within sights

Keeping it simple
Trumpeting thoughts
All in earnest!

For Thomg's 3WW week #405 and
Peggy's at Poetry Jam

Floating snow flakes

                                                                                               Attribution: Serge Melki

Image: Falling snow (here)

Inspiration from Robert 

Frost's short poems

Downward spiral

Floating snow flakes

Felt smoothness with

enhanced whiteness

of surroundings

Little creatures

Hidden from view

Hibernation

Now in progress

Man rightly seen

Preparing for

grand Yuletide cheer

Inspired by Richard 
Wright's  haiku

                                                           the morning after

abundance of snow last night

coolness in the air

on clapping my hands

on a cold Winter’s morning

blood surged to my head

light sense of freedom

white fluffy snows on branches

                                                         pureness strongly felt                                                         

For Chev's CARPE DIEM GW #37 

Georgia's on Frost

and Special #21 on Richard Wright

Schedule packed with activities

                                                                                          Attribution: Brian Kerrigan

Image: Secretary at her Desk (here)

The given words:

stone  casual  spare  revolving  beggar

block traffic key fever chapped  souvenir

Not etched in stone but still it 

was not just a casual encounter

He spared no efforts  to determine

that his presence revolving around a

schedule packed with activities

was well taken care of

Being a beggar to uphold strict principles

he blocked off certain unnecessary

encroachments of heavy traffic

bidding for his time

Discipline was maintained by Girl Friday

key to his time management

A fever pitched day was broken up

into little sectors to impose and

maintain sanity

Too much talking could result in

chapped lips as a souvenir

For Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Wordle #38 and

Magaly's hosting at Real Toad's  Open Link Monday