Monday, January 31, 2022

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

Thursday, January 27, 2022

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

Wednesday, January 26, 2022

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

Friday, January 21, 2022

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

Tuesday, January 18, 2022

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

Sunday, January 16, 2022

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

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

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

Monday, January 10, 2022

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 

Saturday, January 8, 2022

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
Dean, James Dean!

Carrie's Sunday Muse #193

Thursday, January 6, 2022

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

Monday, January 3, 2022

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