Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Twilight industry that mellowed

                                                                                                         Attribution: Da
Image: Water buffalo  (here)

Sunday’s Whirligig 12 given words:
falls delicate grazing loneliness munching 
tufts wet twilight ripples gladly break wrist

3WW given words:
resolute fresh new 

Comes a time when a beast
of burden falls from grace

Delicate in its rebuff
Grazing in loneliness
Munching turfs wet with tears
Instead of watery padi fields

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!
(99 words  -  581 characters)

For MMT's Sunday’s Whirligig #40
Thomg's 3WW week #460 and
Carrot Range - December-30-Flash-Fiction-Challenge/
In 99 words (no more, no less) write about 
an industry What does their industry reflect?

Lone magpie the loudest

                                                                                             Attribution: Tim Watts
Image: A Lone Magpie (here)

The Technique of Narrowing Focus
For haiku writing of a -5-7-5 syllable count  -  
-  To start with a wide-angle lens approach in the first line (5)
-  switch to a normal lens for the second line (7) and
-  zoom in for a close-up at the third.(5)

Peaceful country-side (5)
Chirping birds sing up the trees (7)
Lone magpie loudest(5)

Cool misty mornings (5)
Blessed soul venturing outdoors (7)
Mitten covered hands (5)

Happy young lovers
Holding hands along the path
Girl whispers sweetly

For Chev's CARPE DIEM writing tecniques #25
-  The Technique of Narrowing Focus

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Ability to interpret musical styles

                                                                          Attribution: Stuart Sevastos
Image: An Important Member of the Band (here)

the MLMM given words:
pulsate (to make strong and regular beats)
entropy (the degree of disorder or uncertainty in a system)
skinflint (a miser)
tobacco  adhesion silt aftertaste admonish 
lymph (fluid of white blood cells conveyed to the bloodstream by
the lymphatic vessels OR a stream or spring of clear, pure water.)
filament turmeric

Traditionally placed to the rear
But by no means insignificant
Ability to interpret musical styles
A drummer is not made but born

Endowed with natural versatility
They are to keep time pulsating at
a steady tempo not anywhere rigid

Avoiding an entropy of purpose
Not expected to be a skinflint but
to extend support to the group

Swirling tobacco smoke of the vape
smokers are more putrid lately
Adhesion of the aromatic silt to body
and soul expends a bitter aftertaste
But patrons do no wrong and are not
admonished for the unhealthy air

How he savors the lymph of spring
water when through for the night
A filament of freshness unlike that
of a staining turmeric yellow

For Marian's The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads
MLMM's Wordle #91 with the given words

Monday, December 28, 2015

Quite a hard deal not just a slight

                                                                               Author: Dietmar Rabich,
Image: 'Guys, May I Join in? (here)

The given words:
chill try tell sentence deal butter
join years connect next night safe

Chill off, and try not to be back!'
Gosh, he had been told outright
More of a death sentence, in fact
Quite a hard deal not just a slight

What caused his ears to be tweaked
He had been buttering off to join in
Had been for many years so to speak
He could not connect for what sins?

So what next?
For such a long night!
Was it safe?
Torched in a blaze

For Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle #231
with the given words

Saturday, December 26, 2015

With a no-nonsense guy reputation

                                                                                          Attribution: Sujit Kumar
Image: The Lion King (here)

The given words:
nonsense perspectives
turgid (very complicated and difficult to understand)
ethereal (seeming to belong to another world very delicate)
effervescence (to show liveliness or exhilaration)
dementia bottleneck miscreant demarcation meditation
burlap (a strong, rough fabric that is used mostly for making bags)

With a no-nonsense guy reputation
Had better to avoid him at all cost
His perspectives beyond redemption
Whence condemned was a total loss

His subordinates often wondered
How turgid for them to unravel
That he led an ethereal existence
An effervescence seemingly unreal

Personality not afflicted with dementia
Fortunately he did not create bottlenecks
Still a miscreant of a boss who this far
Could maintain his controls and checks

What they did but created a demarcation
Considered him in a burlap not to provoke
Survival then through prayers and meditation
Hoping for a rare conversion to a just bloke

For Margaret's at Real Toads 
Play again Toads ; a word with Laurie

Safety in numbers

                                                  Author: Superbass/CC-BY-SA-3.0 (via Wikimedia Commons)
Image: Travelling light with fellow travelers (here)

Traveling light on
a long journey only to
discover beauty
of cool breeze rushing past
with good company above

Fellow travelers
Extend warmth sharing meager
possessions gladly
Safety in numbers allay
unfounded fears of unknowns

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #885 tanka - without 
you from this day on

Friday, December 25, 2015

Not to be pushed into a corner

                                                                                             Attribution: J.M.Garg
Image: A Climber Plant  - African gram
or a three-lobe-leaf cowpea (here)

Get Listed given words:
push corner bottom close edge choose 
bend reverse turn peak limit sleep

Not to be pushed into a corner
Nor to be kicked down the bottom
Not to be too close to the edge
But choose to stay around the bend

Take quick action in case of a reversal
To turn around and rise up the peak

To forge a line of thinking
where sky is the limit
One can well then sleep 
soundly at night

For grapeling's Get Listed
Solstice Edition at Real Toads where
the theme is 'changing direction'

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Hopeful change of stance

                                                                                                    Attribution: H Krisp
Image: Jostling for Positions (here)

Has been a good year
But still pockets of conflicts
Which enhanced bad blood

Hopeful change of stance
World heading for depression
Problems on two fronts

For Chev's CARPE DIEM Seven Days
Before Christmas 2015 #7 don't be afraid 

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Will it get the luxury of choice?

                                                                                Attribution: Barrie Cann
Image:  Holding up the horizontal bough of the tree (here)

Sunday Whirligig given words:
bough tree woodlands snow bloom springs 
hung wearing  roam again seventy cherry 

3WW given words
wander complete astonished

Horizontal bough of a tree
In magnificent submission
Safe in its grasp
It is not to wander the woodlands 
but in complete compliance

Through the season's snows
and the blooms of spring
its freedom curtailed

Its head hung low and patience
wearing thin but it has
designs to roam again

And that astonished everyone!

Going on to seventy and
no more cherry pink
Will it get the luxury of choice?

MMT's Sunday Whirligig #39
Thomg's 3WW #459

Need we ask for more?

                                                                           Attribution: Malene Thyssen
Image: A Christmas tree illuminated
with burning candles (here)

Christmas tree,tinsel
Colorful lights, mistletoe
And care for a kiss?

Happy Holidays!
Merry Christmas every one
Hail to Yuletide cheer!

Has been lots of fun
Friends galore the world over
Need we ask for more?

Has been fantastic
Towards lots of things better
And Happy New Year!

For Chev's CARPE DIEM   seven-days-
before-christmas #6 - mistletoe  and
Kerry's The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

How was she to tell her loving sister

                                                                                                Caption: Airport
Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag (here)

Tossing and turning all night
The night skies were black as coal
Heaven’s doors seemed shut to her
How was she to tell her loving sister
Her tears flowed freely onto the pillow
Broke her heart into smithereens

She was to accompany her sister to the airport
An elder sister, a mentor and a friend
And they grew up together as bosom buddies

They were to receive John at the airport
Only yesterday her sister had confided in her
That she just could not wait to be in John’s arms
John, their neighbor before
her sister’s childhood friend but more on
a hot and cold relationship though

John had confessed his feelings
for her barely six months ago
There should not therefore be anything
going between him and her sister
so she thought until yesterday

Her sister broke the news about John’s
homecoming and it broke her heart
For John had informed her the week before
of his homecoming himself  but never
mentioning about wanting to meet her sister

She could imagine both of them rushing
to hug him the moment he stepped into view

Must she tell her?
Must she give way?
Must she go to the airport at all?

For Willow's Mag 299

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Lines crease his forehead

                                                                                               Attribution: Rjcastillo
Image Great old Santa (here)

Sunday Whirl's 12 given words:
lines crease fear flood scheme extreme
vicious stream sweet lure fact  spread

Lines crease his forehead
Bringing the shadows darker
Just as rays of the sunset slowly dims
Fear grips and worries flood his head
He cannot fathom the scheme of things
as darkness progresses with darkening light
Extreme provocation becomes vicious
As in a nocturnal environment
As tears stream down his face sweet memories
of yesteryears, the lure of the old
neighborhood tugs at his conscience
It is a fact his mind is in disarray

He has not been home for some decades
But being Santa fills the void.
He is grateful divine hand chose him
to spread the light

(99 words)

For  Charli Mills's Carrot Ranch's Flash Fiction Challenge:
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about “spreading the light"
Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry #283
Brenda's Sunday Whirl #230

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Ideas for Christmas decorations

                                                                                        Attribution: Nevit Dilmen
Image: Ornamental Christmas decorations (here)

Note: A Shadorma (non-rhyming, six-line
poem with a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5)

Annual thoughts
Imposed on talents
What options?
The young ones
expect elders show the way
A test of patience

For MLMM's shadorma-beyond-tanaga-december

Friday, December 18, 2015

Nature's spectacle

                                                                                                  Attribution: Laitche
Image: Nature's secret at the lagoon (here)

Nature's spectacle
Lagoon revealed its beauty
Windy distraction

Morning sun sneaked out
through the mist and the beauty
was further enhanced

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #881
following Basho into the deep north:

Thursday, December 17, 2015

She picked a theme to start with

                                                                                  Attribution: Rakeshkamandal
Image: Bridal Mehndi designs (here)

She liked art as a medium of expression
She provoked her mind
That was the only way she knew
There had to be a start so she gathered
or not at all

She picked a theme to start with
It would trigger the process
Otherwise she would be stumped
There was a likely starting
It just could not be explained
Once it got off the ground
There was no turning back

Today it was wriggling in her head
It came in brilliance of something psychedelic
Another time it was colorful and kaleidoscopic
It was easy once the cob-webs cleared up
But not always!

It could be so hopelessly a chore
That dampened the creative juices
The design would just turn ballistic
in the mind all confusing
She had been through with this many times
The hazardous hazards of an impressionist artist

For Susan's at PU's Midweek Motif  -  design

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Of friends so true pure as white

                                                                                    Attribution: Adam Jones
Image: Cozy Young Couple (here)

Sunday Whirligig given words:
friends white born brown burnt windows 
unmarked sins palm paint consonants 

3WW given words:
savage tense vengeful

Of friends so true pure as white
Were born and necessarily well bred
Unlike pastry brown and burnt
from what one had learnt
Best be avoided

Windows of opportunity
Unmarked offered in reality
Compartmentalized by their very nature
Not vengeful came with friendly overture
Without sins but tensed a little
Of a savage breast still functional
To palm off any semblance
of unfairness in commissions

Painted as desirous in worship
By extending good companionship
Consonant in life-long feelings
Harmonious with honest dealings 

For Thomg's 3WW #458 and
MMT's Sunday Whirligig #38

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Guided heaven’s call - A Troiku

                                                                               Author: Шурале2015
Image: A Challenging Climb (here)

Secrets of Nature
Given consideration
Blessed be the faithful

Secrets of nature
Privilege for few who scaled
up the waterfall

Given consideration
Rivers all divine
Guided heaven’s call

Blessed be the faithful
Sanctity of sex preserved
Not to be revealed

Note: In modern times, in interests of disclosure, the secret of Mount Yudano
has been revealed. Due to the wearing away of the rock and the reddish minerals
in the thermal-warmed water, the waterfall looks exactly like that of a woman's.
The practice (of not revealing in ancient times) can be thought of as
worshipping the reproductive aspect of feminine earth  -  Chev

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #880
secrets unveiled of the Deep North:
coolness, cloud peaks, not permitted to tell

Setting the mood grabbing in bales

                                                                              Attrihution: Anne Worner CC BY 2.0
Image: Anxious feet Scouting for Bargains (here)

Yes Y.E.S Year End Sales
Setting the mood grabbing in bales
Traditional motivation to ensnare
For them seemingly unaware
The gullible year in year out
Who seem to enjoy the rout
Of being taken for a ride
But announcing to friends with pride

Dubbed ‘Christmas sale’ all around
Ostensibly at outrageous discounts
In reality offerings of items
That ran out of fashion
Which were no more then in demand

Items readily to be rid off
Rather than suffer total loss
Why not put them ‘on offer’ all plain
Made them think they had a bargain

Happily laughing
And not realizing
They were duped

For MLMM's Photo challenge #91 and
Kerry's The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

Monday, December 14, 2015

at playtime out of their atelier

Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag (here)

MLMM 11 of 12 given words:
vociferate (to speak or cry out loudly or noisily; shout; bawl.)
fascination roof heartbeats velvet frock psychedelic bolt washbasin
atelier (a workshop or studio, especially of an artist, artisan, or designer.)
ethanol (intoxicating agent in liquors also used as a solvent in fuel)

A vociferate group of youngsters
Wooing a crowd with their fascination
Atop the Viking boat swinging above roof-tops
And back again where the heartbeats
work overtime
Garbed in velvet frock or jeans in
psychedelic combinations
a bolt out of the blue
at playtime out of their atelier

Happy as can be and not at all intoxicated
of ethanol laced drinks
Let them have their day and their say
that they are not restricted within
the washbasin of their confines

For Tess' Mag 298 and
MLMM's Wordle #89

Sunday, December 13, 2015

shoved it down their throat

                                                                                          Attribution: Optional
Image: White Persian (here)

10 of 12 given words:
blind thread insist until people 
power voice web drum think 

In a blind rage he shoved it down their throat
Bewildered like a mirror shattered in adversity
They countered in threads of different modes
Never to insist a let-up of pain of such intensity

Until he saw that people with power like falling snow
Were of no consequence in the beginning but their voice
quivered as wilted leaves moving even a little slow
Finally realized a web of options not to their choice

Drummed into thick skulls impervious to hard knocks
Unrelenting to think it was plain sailing to break them
Even from among domestic animals like cats and dogs
They offered less resistance than obstinate humans 

Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle #229 and
Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry #282

much to do with things left unsaid

                                                                                        Attribution:  Ralf Roletschek
Image: Hardware Gone to Waste (here)

Very much to do with things left unsaid
More questions glaring than answers blaring
Grain of sand comprising minute accolades
Sentiments aggressive unashamedly daring

Finger pointing not so much to assign blame
But more of a defense lest one is implicated
Hand withdrawn to hide guilt to appear a saint
From the sidelines watch others get aggravated

Peace is elusive and never stands a chance
Strength of political will, lacking of a want

Kerry's hosting at Real Toad's In a Grain of Sand
 - micro poetry of whatever form not exceeding 10 lines

Friday, December 11, 2015

Lost in a world of his own - a Haibun

                                                                         Credit: Imperial Swing Orchestra 
                                                                                                   - The Girl With The Crimson Hair
Image: Image Courtesy of Tran Quoc Duong (here)

The Prose
He trudged along. Glassy-eyed, looking down. Not entirely focused but lost in a world of his own, aimlessly. He had alighted from the bus, walked a few blocks and was now hungry. He liked that part of the neighborhood. He quickened his pace. He aimed for the seat at the corner, his favorite spot. The same spot. Strangely enough it was always available even when other seats around it were taken..

How he loved to watch the crowd walking by, the beauty of an ‘al fresco’ with the fresh breeze that tousled his hair lightly as he sat sipping his ‘cuppa’

The dance hall was right there across the road. Its entrance that led to a lobby was wide open in early evenings. He could eye everyone who made a bee-line for it. He could not help but reflected on how it had been. He had been around. Those were the good old days still vivid in memory. He just loved to look across with thoughts far away.

A swinger himself once and proud to be one. How he held others spell-bound with all the moves for which a swinger was held in high esteem

He considered himself lucky, he was lucky! Could not have been a better environment growing up. He had an elder sister whom he used to tag along . She turned out to be an accomplished dancer in her teen years. That was the time when he too began to be interested in girls his age.

“ I used to hear loud music from your room and you were jumping
   around apparently” he quipped one day.
“ What! She retorted! I wasn’t jumping around. I was swinging”

That opened the Pandora’s box and he had been swinging ever since. Elder sister ought to be ‘tickled’ in a way that she would like to ‘show-off’ her prowess on the dance-floor. He got his free lessons on the jitterbug routine blended into the Charleston all at home.

He also learned a valuable lesson too which he used liberally in life. The way to a man’s heart was the stomach so he had heard. Likewise there was a sure-fire way to a girl’s heart. It was ‘appreciation coupled with compliments and doses of innocent flattery’ liberally extended. He had been so advised. Sure enough. It worked on his sister. That way he got her to be ‘his dance teacher’ at no cost. It worked all the time with the other girls just as well!

He remembered fondly his idols those that kept him company on the floor. Those whose names were on everyone’s lips. The evenings would have dragged on otherwise. These were the ‘sixties’ more ‘roaring’ perhaps than the ‘roaring forties’

There was Frankie ‘Blue Eyes’ Sinatra, Judy Garland, Nat King Cole, Ella Fitzgerald  Elvis ‘the Pelvis’ (a handle he abhorred) Satchmo with his faithful trumpet belting songs with ‘the frog in his throat’ They were all riding on the popularity of ‘pop music’. The 'carry-over’ from music established by the band-leaders of the Swing Era the likes of Benny Goodman, Count Basie and Duke Ellington.
(531 words, 2923 characters)

The Haiku
Never been so good
The privileged generation
The Swinging Sixties

For MLMM's Music Challenge Friday Prompt #20
 - to respond in any form inspired by the video

somber sheathed sensibility

                                                                                  Attribution: Benjamin D. Esham
Image: Reflections of Earth (here)

An Elfje  -  11 word poem in 5 lines

seldom sets
somber sheathed sensibility 
but shoddy shabby septic

outrageous outburst
odious outlook ordinarily
can obstruct ornate outclassed 

Note: Does not have to be alliterative
but just so emulating Jules (here)

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Feeling great somehow

                                                                                Attribution: Staff Sgt. Stephen Linch
Image: The ATV works well for Santa as its 
four-wheel drive system and rugged durability 
allows him to bring Christmas cheer even 
to the most remote  -  wiki

Choka - a Japanese form of alternating syllable
count of 5-7 and ending in a 7. It can be of an
indefinite length

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

Life-changing sort of
To relive two episodes
Sought within the month
Memorable in nature
To look forward for
Back to back annual affair
One the Christmas cheer
Two, New Year resolutions

To think all sincere
Given time to prepare well
Refrain from rushing
Lots of thoughts then forthcoming
Not that too early
Just being fair to oneself

For Chev's CARPE DIEM Special #186
Georgia's 2nd "days of Christmas" (choka) and
Gayle's OpenLinkNight #162 at d'Verse

But travel they must

                                                                                 Attribution: George Chernilevsky
Image: Snow covered road (here)

Enlightenment craved
for up North but trying times
Lodgings not too clean

Travelers beware
Conditions not conducive
Tolerance tested

But travel they must
Part of requirement perhaps
Fine weather would help

For Chev's CARPE DIEM #876
-  the journey continues

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

He had nightmares to no end

                                                                                                  Attribution: Dh1970
Image: Robbed of strength (here)

Sunday's Whirligig given words:
searching, impotent, molest, nightmares,
aubades (a song or poem of lovers parting at dawn)
calm curl, moonlight sun, dogs,  

Poets United Midweek Motif:

3WW gicen words:
obituary placid resonant

Searching question he had always
wanted to ask
Reasons why he was impotent

Was he given to molest young
maidens that it had now gone placid
He had nightmares to no end
Karma had a hand in this
that you reaped what you sowed?

He could not understand it
Bade his aubades with pristine calmness
when she was still curled up in bed
in all instances
Traces of moonlight still visible
and the sun had yet to appear
Even the dogs outside remained quiet

Resonant with the tranquility
He tried to put colors into all of
his relationships to liven things up
Always her welfare uppermost

He remained confident that his
obituary later should reflect
his gentlemanly gentle soul
of a person but why made
him suffer now

'Beats me!' he lamented
in soliloquy sadness

MMT's Sunday's Whirligig #37
Thomg's 3WW week #457
Sumana's PU's Midweek Motif  -  colors

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Schedules not followed

                                                                                                    Attribution: Mary
Image:  New York City Umbrella Scene (here)

It was cats and dogs. She could hear the force of the winds lashing 
against the windows.She had sought shelter in the office.staying back 
even though it was time to go. She found herself now in a slight 
drizzle standing on the pavement like everyone else. The cabs were 
all there like maids in a row and they were not moving.

Apparently there were some disagreements with their management

On reflection, it had not been a good day. Testing times in the morning 
on so many fronts. She had rushed in and barely seated herself safe in her 
seat only to see her boss smirking sternly from inside the 'aquarium'. His
domain of glass-walled room fondly referred to by her peers.

'She is late again!' That must be swirling in his mind on seeing her. But 
the bus did not meet their schedules. It was not her fault as she had been 
waiting for a good hour.

Then the appointments! Three from good clients were abruptly cancelled
It did not matter whether they were supposed to come to the office or he
was to go to theirs. They were just cancelled.

Just as the lunch date with her fiance.What she dreaded happened. 
'Why aren't responsible people be more responsible' she lamented!

Schedules not followed
Was it bad attitudes or
unlucky timing?

(224 words)

For Mary's at d'Verse : Haibun Monday 4 and
Marian's at the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

Sunday, December 6, 2015

to resort to books to kill time

Image: Courtesy of  Sunday Whirl

12 given words:
flight fringe already night visible unravel 
beg exist current terrain speak file

Flight of fancy a fringe benefit
Already ingrained in many youngsters
Expected with doses of medicine as befit
At night given by a parent that bothers

Perceived as visible of a simple practice
Faithfully commencing from a young age
To expound good habits regularly not to miss
By setting a pattern for them to emulate

Such were specimens of good upbringing
On a generation engrossed in the current rave
of the social media and gamers existing
Unravelled to beg to be allowed some space

Were they not restrained to take advantage
From elders not given to technological skill
Who despite being deprived of the privilege
Resorted to books with lots of time to kill

A terrain so smooth with a parent's affluence  
Nothing to speak of but to retrieve a page
A choice from the file of life's experience
of old, contending not to risk losing face

For Brenda's Sunday Whirl #228 and
Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry #281

Clear view of purpose

                                                                                         Attribution: Ryzhkov Sergey
Image: Black-winged stilt courtship behavior (here)

One must stand tall
Courtship is an art
Just not enough on stilts
Be taller than the target
Towering above
Is to be in control
Sight ahead easier to behold
Clear view of purpose
Will make strategies
A piece of cake

Confidence difficult
to strive for but easy to attain
Flatteringly a little
it works!

(55 words)

Joy's hosting for Flash 55
Plus at Real Toads

Saturday, December 5, 2015

Blissfully peaceful

                                                                                    Attribution: Uoaei1
Image:  Spotted Longhorn beetle on a Turk's cap lily (here)

Cherry blossom fare
Distant mountain tops capped white
Blissfully peaceful

Cherry blossom fare
Spectacle extending a
heavenly blessing

Distant mountain tops capped white
Sitting elegant
Regal-like stature

Blissfully peaceful
Snug in warm embrace as a
kitten sound asleep

For Chev's CARPE DIEM  Special #185
Georgia's first "Autumn Reflections" (Troiku)

Friday, December 4, 2015

Could jump twist and bend

                                                                               Attribution: unknown
Image: Courtesy of Mama Zen (here)

Now into our second week
Our dance teacher had been wondering
We were too meek
She had been insisting

Should find it easy when
We had perfect structure
Could jump twist and bend
Great potential for a dancer

Looking at that picture
Teacher be blessed
If that dancer
could be a success
Cute guys like us
Should be more class

(60 words)

For Mama Zen's Word Counter  st Real Toads
a poem of not exceeding 60 words

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Gangway to the dominant male

                                                                                   Attribution: Yathin S Krishnappa
Image: Blue wildebeest duel (here)

3WW given words:
lackadaisical makeshift nude

Poets United's prompt:
Energy vitality

Gangway to the dominant male
The individual is a level above
Not just the survival of the fittest
but much much more
It allows access to food and harem
the submissive ones eventually
disappear into oblivion

Energy and vitality level at their zenith
Strength and bravery are not just buzz words
Nothing lackadaisical as a sloth
and not makeshift in attitude
But physically pitting brawn 
over one another
The strongest can then claim victory

The dominant male is still insisting
but now more of a show-off flaunting wealth
good looks or perhaps their deficiencies

Wanting to be in the limelight
Revving a red lamborghini incessantly
in nude efforts of wealth or success

Those with nothing to show
are found at street corners continually
combing their Elvis hairstyle in fake attraction

Even the 'fighter lion syndrome' is still kept alive
with mild forms of territorial markings where
trees mailboxes and lampposts continue 
to be fair game 
'communicating' to other canines 
of their boundary confines
and perhaps sexual availability

Admittedly male ego can never be bruised!

For Thomg's 3WW week #456 and
Susan's PU's Midweek Motif  -  energy vitality

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Snow flakes floating down

                                                                                                    Author: Sb2s3
 Image: Falling snow flakes (here)

Drab Sunday morning
Musing for walk in the sun
Viewed from the window

Snow flakes floating down
Dancing merrily in step
Tired bones creaking

For Chev's CARPE DIEM writing
technique #21 -  mixing it up