Wednesday, December 22, 2021

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

                                                                                          Author: CCDBarcodeScanner
Image:  The Christmas Tree (here)

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

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

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

Merry Christmas Happy New Year

Tuesday, December 21, 2021

He spied a visual he dreaded

                                                                                                     Author: Acabashi
Image: A Finished Meal  (here)

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

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

A bad sign, it spelled trouble
A room-mate had just left
An empty plate on the table
Brought home to consume
None left of the earlier edibles

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

Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle#532

Sunday, December 19, 2021

That time stood still

                      Author: anon

Image:  The Catman - That time stood still

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

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

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

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

Fireblossom at Sunday Muse#191

Friday, December 17, 2021

brightness fading at the horizon

                                                                                           Author: Musyajackson
Image: Serious Traffic Congestion (here)

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

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

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

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

Grace at d'Verse Poetry Forms  -  kwansaba blessings

Monday, December 13, 2021

Artificiality of Glitters of Glamour

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

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

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

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

Mish at d'Verse - Quadrille#142 -  tinsel

Sunday, December 12, 2021

Is it Claus but for not being seen?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Friday, December 10, 2021

Had a fearful reputation to her name

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

Micro Verse : An Offering of Limericks
A woman who always seemed game
Had a fearful reputation to her name
A guy who tried to get fresh
Was on the behind thrashed
She was of a black belt taekwondo fame

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

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

Rosemary at PSU's - the shorter the sweeter

Thursday, December 9, 2021

He has had it made!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Monday, December 6, 2021

I had some truths explained to me

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

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

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

Lisa Jade in d'Verse's Prosery Monday

Sunday, December 5, 2021

It gets therapeutic of sorts

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

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

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

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

Shay at The Sunday Muse#189

Thursday, December 2, 2021

The Kashmiri Landscape

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tuesday, November 30, 2021

She walks pass them all

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lillian at d'Verse Poetics

A Crowning Glory

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

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

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

Hearing it then for the first time

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

De at d'Verse Quadrille#141 - crown

Sunday, November 28, 2021

Nonchalantly in their own world

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carrie at Sunday Muse#188

Monday, November 22, 2021

So much to catch up on!

                                                                                                               Author: beth
Image: Tears Flowed Freely (here)

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

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

We stood still quietly looking at each other. 

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

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

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

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

Sunday, November 21, 2021

bidding its time tenaciously

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

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

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

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

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

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

The Joy of a Mother’s Pride

                                                                                            Author: Carin Araujo
Image: Beautiful baby (here)

it’s all about face
an image so sacred

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

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

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

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

Friday, November 12, 2021

Don't give me sight without vision

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sanaa at d'Verse OLN Live - november edition

Sunday, November 7, 2021

Set to while away some sorrows

                                                                                                         Author:  anon
Image: Soft to Touch (here)

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

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

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

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

Carrie's at The Sunday Muse #185

Saturday, November 6, 2021

to never ever trust a stranger

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

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

Monday, November 1, 2021

it flew past others

                                                                                         Author: Peachyeung316
Image: A Gleaming Danger (here)

it flew past others
careened at the corner

a few cars behind
jammed the brakes

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

hopes of change 
in behavior bodes well

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

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

Thursday, October 28, 2021

a rare taste of love

                                                                            Author: João Silas joaosilas
Image: Happily Entangled in Love  (here)

the 11 of 12 given words:
rare, taste, love, crude, rich habitat,
ripens, heat, seed, sea survive

a rare taste of love
somewhat crude in  a rich
habitat given to an environment
strange in its make-up

love ripens to reach a crescendo
high in its intensity 
a temperament befitting 
of young lovers in heat

the seeds of matrimony
once provoked in a sea 
of expectations will withstand
an onslaught of madness
pandemic or no pandemic

the will to survive 
and fight to be heard
is supreme in young hearts

MMT at The Whirligig#342
Linda at d'Verse's OLN #302

Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Lone hearts cower in silence

                                                                                                 Author: FTPPTF
Image:  An Eerie feel (here)

He thought he could discern glimpses of movements 
behind him darting across chasms of emptiness, playing 
tricks with his imagination. They were even accompanied 
with sounds. Why were there rustling leaves?

Trudging in the evening sun all alone through tall trees 
of stony silence. Fear he had to endure for his house 
was at the far end. Why must he walk alone?

He had to brave the quiet path idyllic in its structure. He 
kept asking why he was subjected to all this. No choice 
was extended to him. What did he do wrong?

lone hearts cower in fear shows
measure of conscience

Frank's at d'Verse with Haibun Monday
to include, the word, fear

Sunday, October 24, 2021

his head kept spinning his thoughts numbed

                                                                                                  Author: CalistaZ
Image: Sleeping Soundly 
Despite Bad Dreams (here)

fragments of his memories or
just figments of his imagination

salacious episodes popping
like crackers all heavy and juicy
light and dark images dancing
in the shadows gone berserk

nothing had changed in his routines
but must dreams raucous and ravenous
keep appearing in the still of nights

he watched the clock ticking when
startled from his slumber his eyes blurry
theft of his sleeping hours would leave 
him woozy but he remained uptight
he kept asking but answers eluded him

what could he do to rid off the dilemma
he had not been thoughtless but still his
head kept spinning his thoughts numbed

not that young to be privileged with
erotic dreams he persisted to get answers
he would like to dream again tonight!

Magaly's at PSU Writer's pantry#93

Wednesday, October 20, 2021

somewhere up high in the sky

                                                                           Author: Photo credit Sebastian Wahlhutter
Image: Leisurely Hammock Crossing (here)

somewhere up high in the sky
I had my short leisure in a hammock

it was there and then it moved
a slow pace like a tired red fox
along a line bridge together with many others
my short leisure of merriment 
has no bearing whatsoever on heights
no time to worry
it is a straight destination to the other end
to experience a rare moment in space
with a deep fall down below

but extending an alternative if it fails to move
all is not lost, a fulfilment of sorts somewhere 
a choice offered in jest above the Kansas Prairie
holding the key of life
against a slight wind.
how it offered a simple solution
the beauty of a bungee jump
with no strings attached

The Original Poem 
Lost in Plain Sight
Somewhere recently
I lost my short-term memory.
It was there and then it moved
like the flash of a red fox
along a line fence.
My short-term memory
has no address but here
no time but now.
It is a straight-man, waiting to speak
to fill in empty space
with name, date, trivia, punch line.
And then it fails to show.
It is lost, hiding somewhere out back
a dried ragweed stalk on the Kansas Prairie
holding the shadow of its life
against a January wind.

weejars at MLMM's Photo Challenge#387
Laura at d'Verse Poetics - lost poems
and found poetry

Monday, October 18, 2021

an ashen faced shock

                                                                                     Author: Dickinstein
Image: A Near Tragedy 
- just a Black Eye  (here)  

seemingly contrived 
bemoaned of feel
more of embarrassment 

for being careless
not physically hurt 
but it did seal
an ashen faced shock 
happened sudden 
in times of stress 

mouth 'masked' 
but more blinded
to woes of worry 
when the survival instinct 
is supreme
(44 words)

Shay at Sunday Muse#182
with Photo Challenge
Sarah at d'Verse's Quadrille
- to include the word 'ash' in
44 words

Monday, October 11, 2021

he was nabbed by the police subject to rigorous questioning

                                                                                       Author: DingoFilter
Image: Wrapped under an Arbuthnot Tartan plaid (here)

10 of 12 given words:
cringe freeze privacy hilltops hide escape sorrow swivel limp
miscreant (a person who has done something wrong or unlawful)
plaid (chequered or tartan twilled cloth)

he cringed to think how close it was
trying to freeze his privacy unto himself
as a way of forgetting the woes impacting
a hermit's routine ideal up the hilltops

it was not  to hide nor to escape the sorrow
to just bid his time to be alone to swivel
around without any particular reason
but he was sporting a limp the past week
when he slipped unceremoniously in the 
driveway and crumbled in a blob 

the miscreant they were looking for had
an uncanny resemblance in gait and also
headed for the hills on the last count

it was his ill-luck to have pulled the plaid
from the drawers on the way out of the house 
again a blunder

he was nabbed by the police subject to
rigorous questioning as to the colourful 
tartan plaid which appeared similar

just goes to show one cannot take lightly
anything colourful to have on one's person   

MLMM's  at Wordle #261
Lillian at d'Verse OLN LIVE 

Sunday, October 10, 2021

Nothing is static as it is all relative

                                                                                                  Author: Keven Law
Image:   Moving forward (here)

Nothing is static as it is all relative
Remaining unchanged and inactive
will not mean remaining unaffected
It is regressing when others move forward

To change is to keep pace not to falter
To innovate is to change for the better

Logically progress should be accepted
It will have to be seen as readily adhered
For resistance to change is a natural
As the comfort zone is constantly rattled

Rosemary at PSU Writer's Pantry#91

Saturday, October 9, 2021

more gamers with sophisticated devices now!

                                                                                             Author: Carrie
Image:  Your move! (here)

on adjacent squares to the Black King
the two Queens menacingly facing up
the timer keeps ticking
a critical moment thinking hard
your move!

such is the beauty of the game
strategy, planning, moves
all in the head within split seconds
with two Generals trying to outwit
in battle in the most 
sterile moment in time

brought to its highest level
during the Fischer and Spassky era
which captured the attention
of the enthusiasts and players
Grandmasters' openings 
on everyone's lips

in the meantime having to tolerate 
Fischer's strategic antics
the ever-patient Spassky 
tested and provoked to the fullest

there are players now, yet
but there are more gamers
with sophisticated devices

gone are the days
that used to get every enthusiast 
transfixed and hypnotized

Carrie at The Sunday Muse #181

Monday, October 4, 2021

power comes with responsibility

                                                                                       Author: Michael Törnqvist
Image:  Menacingly Huge (here)

Power thrust unto them
Politicians, newspaper editors
Pray uphold for the many
who are weak, helpless and lost
Not to further make life
miserable for the deprived

Those powerful seem to forget
power entrusted upon them
comes with responsibility not
stoned with drunken fervour
(44 words)

De at d'Verse's Quadrille Monday
for a poem of 44 words and to 
include the word - stone

Saturday, October 2, 2021

to love and be loved

                                                                                              Author: Carrie
Image: Two in One (here)

the 12 given Wordle words:
find make faces father men bitter became 
beard buying mends bowed blocks

never had it so good
to find it all in one
a make-up on faces
for a father's child
now fully grown
men's privilege
to adore and forget
bitter encounters and
other unpleasant memories

what became of women's
tenderness in turn for
mustache and beard
to love and be loved
looking for the blessings

buying for time
that mends the heartache
with heads bowed
both looking forward
minus the mental blocks
to hug each other again

MMT's The Whirligig Wordle #338
Carrie's The Sunday Muse #180

Wednesday, September 29, 2021

set to move

                                                             Author: Kyle Green
Image:  Waiting for the Signal (here)

set to move
for a winning streak
waiting to break loose
hungry beaks

get out of the groove
why so to speak
to be no more a recluse
from a duck retreat

so yearning for a boost
but still on their feet
so what is the juice?
realism an untiring feat

Rosemary at PSU Weekly Scribblings#89
- keeping it real
weejars at MLMM's Photo Challenge#384

Monday, September 27, 2021

clear blue skies above

                                                                                        Author: Manal Qayum

Image:  Clear Blue Sky (here)

the 10 of 12 given words:
clear blue grace open seek room 
spacious waves simple plains 

clear blue skies above
with the grace of Providence
in all of His benevolence 
and love all in the open 
being evidence 
of the care for all of us

seek rooms spaciously
in the comfort of freedom
like waves across the sea 

simple pleasures to roam
the plains across borders
so as to overcome the distress
of the lockdown

all in the spirit 
of awareness and sharing 
viciously imposed
for many months

stay safe people
for all the simple joys together
even though under siege 
to huddle for now 
with hopes for the better
Brenda's Sunday Whirl  Wordle#520
Marie's Poetic Blooming: Take comfort 
Prompt #353
Lisa at d'Verse OLN #293

Sunday, September 26, 2021

for the love of a friend

                                                                                                              Author: Pixoos
Image:  A Dignified Persian (here)

A cat generally is quite a friend
Just need to stroke below its neck
It'll purr and stretch to no end
It'll  brush your legs or lie on its back

Can accomplish togetherness happily
A walk around with a celebrated kitty

But wait up you got to still clean up
Rightly sieving through the sand
To take it and stomach all the muck
All for the bother and love of a friend

Regular wash necessary to avoid ticks
Clean hygiene ought to be uppermost
Lots of fun then with their playful tricks
Never to regret precious time to play host

Rommy at PSU Writer's Pantry #89: 
Ghost Walk

due now for a serious makeover

                                                                                                                 Author: Carrie
Image: Abandoned and Neglected  (here)

At a glance it was rather obvious
That a kiss of life was well in order
The state of neglect was preposterous
Was it due now for a serious makeover?

The French window could well remain
A new coat of paint to liven things up
With hues of red to rightly regain
Its stature of an abode of higher-ups

To heal the hurt of the previous occupants
Right to have some extra rooms for their pets
Was it their parakeet then that had sadly flown
Or its fate sealed after a brush with the Tomcat 

Should the new house look spectacular
To incorporate elements of functionality
A cross of the old and modern to feature
Only then it would fulfill its individuality

Carrie at Sunday Muse #179

Friday, September 24, 2021

happiness is a matter of style

                                                                              Author:Pedro Ribeiro Simões
Image: Happy being together  (here)

Poetry Form Zejel:  with a syllable
scheme of aaa bbba ccca at eight
syllables per line

no telling what I desire?
should be on what I aspire
I need more than I require?

no, I have enough to come by
there were occasions I would vie
for it is a matter of style
deciding what to acquire

not more than I would need to spend
living on limited stipend
would come a long way not so grand
not to unwisely perspire

would it be something luxurious
and should not be that hilarious
and certainly nothing spurious
good for all of its entire

Grace at d'Verse on Poetry Form : Zejel

Tuesday, September 21, 2021

Water Apples aka Jambu

Image:  Succulent and Sweet (here)

crunchy and sweet
blessed fruit of the East
to parched lips
a most welcomed 'feast'

the nature of its beauty 
can be eaten raw in many ways
best plucked direct from the tree
to quench dry lips in the day

better yet cut a small piece
to be dipped in thick soya sauce
a mouth-watering bliss
a mouthful of a kick
with some crushed chilies 
at a midday meal 
and it is always in season

Note: More of above in 
an earlier poem (here)

Mish at d'Verse  Poetics: always in season

Monday, September 20, 2021

a man's dilemma


Image: Easy does it! (here)

the ring safely in his grips
but still in his pocket!
to think this is the second attempt

long in coming and slow to end
lingering doubts are disturbing
man's dilemma

why is it so difficult to pop the
question and slip it on?.
(44 words)

Linda at d'Verse's Quadrille Monday#136

Sunday, September 19, 2021

relationships valued with dignity

                                                                                    Author: Andrew Welch
Image: Clear Measure of Good Feelings (here)

the 10 of 12 given words:
daily fray line nothing moths seeks rights free streaming 
sheen (a soft lustre on a surface)

a daily fray into the line of nothingness
a moth that seeks its rights during the day
free from interference but still streaming
on its own in a lost world of clear daylight

what can a crushed velvet in a slight sheen
beg of a lover not responding to her pleas
driving a hard bargain is always a slight joy
wry on the surface at risk of wrong intentions

losing face smack at the ego goes a long way
not a good idea to fooling around on emotions
when relationships valued with dignity by both
will provide good dividends to young hearts

Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle#519

Saturday, September 18, 2021

tedious to the close of a troubled year

                                                                      Author:  Alan Rickman at Pinterest
Image: Worries and Helplessness (here)

homophone sets are:
accept – welcome
except – leave out, exclude
coarse – rough
course – path, route

tedious to the close of a troubled year 
where many could not accept the varied 
outcomes but to cry among hungry mouths

except for the radiance of the new year
that heralded a discourse of expectations
it gave only a glimmer of hope to some 

course thinking with impending hysteria 
still under wraps social woes on course
casting long shadows behind the scene

amusing oneself with a host of resolutions
and staying alive with strategies of survival
would wear out fast the air of steadfastness 

being alive and kicking is already a blessing

Fireblossom's at Sunday Muse#178
weejar's at MLMM's Double Take
Saturday Mix -  homophone