Let me see the sun!

                                                                                                       Author: Jagandrk

Image: Smiling Snowman of old (here)

The dreaded London smog would engulf all in its path.
Often dark tunnel like where no sun rays dared encroach
pitch black took upon itself to deny movements leaving
all agog. Imaginations run wild  Apparitions in the shadows 
prancing low as they often do Eerie when visions are 
affected. Venture not, must stop. Cold and wet Winter's 
sneaking in.

Unlike through the years not too long ago. Seen the many
versions of snowmen ever smiling a warm scarf around
its neck taking on all the pot-shots of snowballs thrown
leisurely by young boys and girls.

Not any more. No more boys and girls They are snug on 
warm cushion seats. They do not fancy wasting their time 
outdoors but rather are busy twitching and clicking on 
their respective devices

Let me see the sun
Where is it in abundance?

Down south nice and warm

Frank's at d'Verse: Haibun Monday winter

wooing the lady of his dreams

                                                                                              Author: Peter O'Connor 

Image: They just walked past! (here)

wooing the lady of his dreams
tried by some means
did not succeed
tried other bids

a close friend answered his invite
was glad to help
the girl looked fine
but would take time

one day they were in the distance
walked hand in hand
reached him at last

but they walked past

Grace at d'Verse The Poetry Form

the minute poem

The winds lashed at the windows

                                                                                                 Author: Yaswanth

Image: The baby birds feel safe

with their mother bird (here)

“After last night’s storm the tulip petals are strewn 

across the patio where they mortally fluttered.”- Church, Jim Harrison

It's funny! It is not even a cold day

Absence of snow is evident and it

is as warm as the palm on the forehead

The winds lashed at the windows

clattering dancing an angry number

reminiscent of Elvis at his heyday

After last night’s storm the tulip petals 

are strewn across the patio where 

they mortally fluttered.

It flew a distance from the patch

in the gardens now disheveled

It was an angry night not experienced

in recent times ending 

very much like a homeless

sans directions laying still in the alley

Is that how one would wish to be 

discovered in the late morning sun

- mortally fluttered just a nameless soul

In a way it has been the case for many

unfortunate enough to be caught

in the cross-fire of confusion 

in the past year

Here's hoping remedial circumstances

should show a glimmer of hope

in the ensuing year

We do not fancy facing testing times

coupled with destructive elements

consecutively two years running!

Linda's at d'Verse : Poetics - Songs of Unreason

- to include the line of quotation

it could be the last straw

                                                                                                     Author: Charles J. Sharp  

Image: come what may! (here): 

10 of 12 given words:

cool think purple straw world 

drown mouth rattle disheveled sulk 

the dreamy faraway look

attesting to something cool he thought

but it is so worrying

to let bygones be bygones

not to lose sleep

so he decided 

not the time to think about it

could end up purple with rage 

he could already anticipate

it could be the last straw

what in the world is happening

there were times he asked himself

he would not want to bother with it

to drown the worries 

to reduce the stress

his mouth is short of revealing the truth

he could readily rattle it off

but it was not him to rekindle the old hurts

disheveled in thoughts 

the wound might just fester

that he would not like to happen

it had involved third parties before

those dear to his heart

he was not there to sulk

he could afford to extend the reach

there must be a finality

come what may!

Lillian at d'Verse OLN Live

Twilight industry that mellowed

                                                                                        Author: Urbain J. Kinet 

Image:  Tilling the Rice Fields (here)

Comes a time when a beast

of burden falls from grace

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!

Marie's at Poetic Bloomings #369 - Animal Instincts

Discard my glasses or dispute my imagination?

                                             Author: anon

Image: Forlornly Discarded and Alone (here)

The moon had inspired many

With its inherent attraction and beauty

Unwittingly real with the owl even pining

And no dearth of poets with their writings

But when man landed on the moon

It was rocky, dusty not as was shown

The same could be said of mountains

Bluish and greenish in the distance

Discard my glasses or dispute my imagination?

Distance ruefully makes a difference

Carrie at The Sunday Muse #194

with a photo prompt

Would you still remember?

                                                                                                  Author: Fir0002

Image: The Squishy Mush of Sweetness (here)

 I just wonder
Would you still remember?
That uncanny tag line
Years before
‘Melts in your mouth, not in your hands’
Promoting a popular brand name
we can feel the squishy mush of sweetness
For a split second we turn juvenile

One of the handful among them then
‘Rountrees, Smarties, Cadbury’s’
Those were the days
That I remember always
Of milk chocolate bars
Multi-colored Smarties 
or blue clad Cadbury’s
None of the brownies 
or chocolate cakes
That we now so often see displayed
At the local cake shops and across the counter
Tell me, was it similar the world over

Could you relate to what I remember?

I just wonder!

sarahsouthwest at d'Verse - tuesday poetics -food

Survival in Trying Times

                                                                                     Author: Charles James Sharp 

Image: Even the Best of Camouflage

Would not Work (here)

not wanting to attract attention
she mused nonchalantly 
by the corner all by herself

she is all donned up
bathed in rainbow colours
all painted the eyes, cheeks

clad in the brightest hues
of varied inclination
and she is expected not 

to be noticed!

(44 words)

De at d'Verse Quadrille #143 

a verse of 44 words and to include

the word - muse 

A heart throb!

                                                                            Author;  Dennis Stock

Image: James Dean playing the bongos, 

NYC, 1955. (here)

A heart throb
You came on the scene
Made it in a flash
a fleeting appearance
Scared the daylights
of peers and others around you
Rebel Without A Cause
 
Oh! How they swooned and moan
Natalie was a gem
To hold you spellbound
Extended all the support
A pretty lass
Your following wanting more
 
The big names of Hudson and Taylor
Were cast with you in Giant
But you stood tall
A couple of starring roles just

Written in the stars
Destined for fame
 
But alas, on Sept 30th 1955
That fateful day
In a moment of shocking encounter
The unbelievable
A disaster, a car crash
Snuffed the young life
A bright future already in hand
In the middle of the making
of Giant, disrupting the scene
To save the day
A double was brought in
 
Shattered the dreams of many
The teeny, the young and the old
A legend upon your demise
Obliterated from the scene though
But in place an icon was born
Untimely but never forgotten
Broken hearts aplenty
Chanting

Dean, James Dean!

Carrie's Sunday Muse #193

Life in The Fast Lane

                                                                                                       Author: Isiwal

Image: Taking It to Extremes (here)

the 10 of 12 given words:

wind, extreme, together, feather, dust, 

voice, seasons, carry, scream, back

the winds of change

extreme at times

but put together

it is an experience

birds of a feather 

biting the dust

merry-making in a loud voice

a welcomed change nonetheless

seasons change

but to carry-on as usual

is a love affair

enjoy one's freedom

it is a scream upon looking back

such is life in the fast lane

MMT's The Whirligig  Wordle#352

Mish at d'Verse OLN #307 Eat Your Own Grapes

in for the long haul

                                                                                         Image Credit: anon

Image: A Journey of Expectations (here)

in for the long haul
just where does the wind blow
on an early morning enthralled
blinkered looks that sadly glow

expectations run high quietly vying
to create a fortune westward bound
'go west young man' constantly goading
where riches-lining pavements are found

some get bored will sadly discover
unwittingly they let slip opportunities
but those who painstakingly endeavour
will rise atop a pile of sanity

tremendous luck will give a hand
but luck alone flows a trifle slow
nothing like using the head and mind

at working smart that steals the show

Carrie's SUNDAY Muse #192