Hopes dashed it smacked at his girl's happiness

                                                                              Author: Dominicus Johannes Bergsma

Image: An Addict's Craving knows

no Bounds but goes in all Directions (here)

A likable guy for whom all are proud
Very well mannered full of humour
Well dressed not outwardly loud

Ideally suitable as his daughter's partner

She was lauded for landing a big fish

Mommy all agog right from day one

Fitted the bill to a tee for everyone's wish

Waiting for the big day to rightly come

Dad making preparations all in earnest

Amidst all the enthusiasm it came to a stop

Dashed hopes smacked at his girl's happiness

On discovering he was a convicted drug lord

Michael's at MLMM's Sunday Writing Prompt

- discovering the past

Only a minute ago. Things were riotous

                                                                                                             Author: W.carter

Image: Waiting for the next move (here)

He came home. Said nothing  -  Wislawa Szymborska - Going Home

He came home. Said nothing.
What now. You could hear a pin drop

All quiet. All of a sudden

No one moved. There were three of them

Now there were four

Only a minute ago. Things were riotous

They were sitting. They were reminiscing

They just came from the airport. Lucy on tow

The two friends Tom and Jane braved the rain

The three meeting again. It had been four years

Jack stood transfixed. Not expecting visitors

They were all not strangers. Still, Jack was mum

A quizzical look sported. Still not a word

Tom his house-mate had not informed him

He was not forewarned. Why this gathering

He was still wondering. His mind muddled

It was a boys' night out. A lot of boozing

His head was spinning. He had forgotten the occasion

Surprise, Happy birthday Jack! 

Peter at d'Verse MTB - opening lines..beginnings

beauty of numbers sustaining the fury

                                                          Attribution: Fir0002/Flagstaffotos under the GFDL 1.2:

Image: Strength of Numbers (here)

the 12 given words:
wind, rain, held, keys, birds, ants, worms, 

whispering, uncut, overgrown, inherit, buckle

“You fling it open for the first time but I’m gone” - Mohja Kahf ~ Wall

wind rain and unsparingly the elements

that held a strong liking to impose their power

with keys intact to unleash untold destruction

but little creatures and birds did not cower

strengthened with ants worms rightly suspicious

that ran a whispering campaign surreptitiously

uncut diamonds below under overgrown bushes

stubbornly inherited from dominance previously

not to buckle under the onslaught but to fight on

notably an insistence upon the discovery 

and tenacity of belief seeing that he was gone

with the beauty of numbers sustaining the fury

Laura's at d'Verse Poetics - beginning at the end

MMT's The Whirligig  #303

it needs an initiator

                                              Author:Clodomiro Esteves Junior

Image: The way forward (here)

what makes things move. 
nothing will progress to develop on its own

a way forward that maintains the inertia
will need less force
to relax at cruising speed

it needs an initiator 

to start the ball rolling
with lots of energy
a rare breed indeed 

(44 words)

MSJadeli at d'Verse - quadrille 120 - way

But we can't go on meeting this way

                                       

                                                                                    Image Source (here)

I want to be with you

Why?

You are wise of regal silence and of fierce intelligence

Accepted and you are known for your intelligence and adaptability

We are made for each other

But we can't go on meeting this way

Why?

I'm nocturnally adapted

Don't worry no one is going to take potshots at us

But where is everybody?

Lockdown!

The virus will not be dangerous?

We are safe

Why?

We maintain social distance!

Carrie's at Sunday Muse #144

lost in the clouds up on mountain high

                                                                                                    Author: Alexthomascv

Image: On a Cloudy Day (here)

lost in the clouds up on mountain high

stuttering unselfishly where eagles cry

sought the solution to correct the morrow

gritting his teeth not to succumb to sorrow

down deep  the abyss of the bottomless pit 

finding hard to saunter around or to even sit

entertaining penance of wrongs of yesteryear

a realization mournfully of the lingering fear

mustering courage listlessly tugging for strength

an uncanny episode deja vu browsing at length

remembering it fizzled in the shadows quietly

inaction with less worry the solution eventually

not to worry sick but to stamp out the depression

it worked before not much hurt but still a solution

newepicauthor at MLMM's challenge #174

 - up where we belong

Sanaa's at d'Verse's  OLN - open link #282

her heart failed to see the overtures

                                                                                                              Author: Vivaystn

Image: Not as Simple as it Looks (here)

what was the drift?
his mind declined to answer
sadly it had happened again

he let slip the open chance
he tried to keep his chin up
in vain efforts of maintaining
some form of authority

he could not even wrap it up
there was no finality
when given the chance
he could have tried

he towered over the rest
when at his best
but he burned the
goodness this time around
he could only manage to
breathe out some light greetings
before he began to stammer

his heart was open ever so expecting
her heart failed to see the overtures
his mind cluttered and his words muddled
she could guess his attempts 
his body language said so
the ring was safely in his grips
but still in his pocket!
to think this was the second attempt
he could not make the connection

why was it so difficult to pop
the six-million dollar question

and slip it on?.

Merril at d'Verse Poetics - connections

. "I'm in charge, don't you ever forget it" she scowled!

                                                                                  Attribution: Manuel Martín Vicente

Image: Nice to be Organised (here)

Gigi assembled her planners, her calendars, her pens, 
pouches, and post-its before her on the desk and stood 

over them like a general surveying a map.

"I'm in charge, don't you ever forget it" she scowled!

"I'm in no mood to play games" she added looking down

the line to detect anything out of place, any smirks on 

their faces to belittle her efforts and her authority

Once she sensed some rebellious intent from the left corner 

of the room. She quickly pulled up the little guy who turned 

out to be the informal leader. That's the way it should be - to

nip it in the bud. At other times she showered praises on those

mostly at the centre of the room.

"Credit must be given where credit is due", she muttered softly.

Five minutes to the hour, she stopped. She was done for the 

day. She would resume again tomorrow. She had been on the

roleplay mode for over a week now. 

The play is fast approaching the opening night!

Dyland's at MLMM's - first line Friday

nothing beats the come hither look

                                                                                                Author: Wiki edit2 

Image: Blue and Green Eyes (here)

bewitching naughtily playful
a pair that looks good
I'm conveniently placed in front
looking ahead
not at the back or I'm dead

I'm two dainty eyes doe-like beady
glassy misty hazy squinting and dreamy

almond-shaped blinking

I can appear differently

not just black as many expect

also sexily so they say

in blue black brown and green
because I'm coloured 
or I can just remain closed

but be forewarned though 
for sometimes sharp as spears
and piercing I can kill
greatness of Providence
for all the blessings

 
eyes to see with emotions

for different moods and occasions
sadness excitement with laughter
and happiness all bringing tears
in friendly banter

but nothing beats the come hither look
a bane to many young hearts
and also to the stronger sex who
pathetically succumb
with just one look
from the weaker sex

who invariably remain stronger

Grace at d'Verse MTB - personification and imagery

an object of envy

                                                                                                 Author: Alexandre Louis

Image: A Brouhot Car in Paris in 1910 (here)

this is not a car

but a convenient item

of a people mover

an object of envy

when in flashy red

of a branded make

it epitomizes success

in the rat race of yuppies

especially accentuated

adorned with a pretty face

at the passenger seat

an object of love

more of value

to the passenger seated

such is the way

 

but the beauty of it all

when you are 

in the driver's seat

you are the prime mover

Mish at d'Verse Poetics - an object poem

why scammers are successful

                                                                                             Author: anon

Image: Bad intentions are mirrored

to unsuspecting victims (here)

 

Homophones: double take

acts – things done 
ax – chopping tool  
complacent – self-satisfied 

complaisant – willing to please

one often wonders

why scammers are successful

they are overly confident

they easily get their way 

their Modus Operandi is time tested

their acts are simple and can be anticipated 

but yet victims are there for the asking

the scammers mirror bad intentions

by extolling the good side

of the half-eaten apple

that appeals to the victim's greed

they hide behind the ease of the social media

and ax their victims to pieces

who ended up parting with their hard-earned money

easily and happily

for the victims are naive and complacent of attitude

and scammers are complaisant in endeavours

weejars at MLMM's Double Take Saturday Mix

Carrie's at Sunday Muse #142

To look back and reflect

                                                                                Author: Bart Everson

Image: New Year Fireworks 

(a thing of the past - post-pandemic ) (here)

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

Life-changing in many ways
But to relive the two episodes
Given prominence within the days
Memorable in nature
To look back and reflect
A back to back annual affair
One the low-key Christmas cheer
Two, a quiet New Year 
 How different this time around
To think with all sincerity

Given time to prepare 
To refrain from rushing
Staring at empty walls
The beauty accorded 
By the new experience 
Of the long-standing lockdown

Just being fair to oneself
Given a scenario 
Much out of one's direct control
Not much of it came to fruition

Not much of the elusive resolutions

Sanaa at d'Verse OLN #281

time to act

                                                                                                                     Author anon
Image: Timeless Energy to Face it (here)

the 11 of 12 given words  

head check silence spine when 

risk yard metal dry haze sleeping 

keeping my head

to check the onslaught 

suffering in silence

all these while

not any more

not being spineless

when it matters

time to act

armed to the teeth

to face the risks

measured in yards or meters

may not be important

chained armor or otherwise

bare hands or metal protection 

it is no dry run

the haze is clearing

no more sleeping

bring the vaccine

here we come

2021!

Carrie's the Sunday Muse #141

Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle #489