Re-writing History - Prior to Coming of the Drones

 

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Imagine
What could have happened
Forces beyond comprehension
Of happenings beyond reason
The assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand
Then Pearl Harbour
Perhaps not the end of the world
Perhaps just the end of an era

So they rationalized, unperturbed
It came and went many times
Collateral damage of hardware
dwellings and human lives
But it's still intact

That's a fact

Imagine
If someone made a miscalculation
Or worst a misinterpretation
And of pressing the Red Button
Not end of an era anymore
But end of the world
And in our lifetime
It shudders the imagination!

It's not over yet!
Not to be too happy

Lest we forget!

Susan's at What's Going On: Rewriting History

Abandoned and Vying for Freedom

                          
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Image: To Fend for Oneself

lost in the woods
ditched in the middle
of nowhere
not wanting to make light
of rumours garnered through
the grape-vine 

what happened?

 

nothing was
more frustrating than to
hear tell the truth

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Image: Looking Down on Others

the might of the flight hungry

free to scour the Universe
not to be seared at the seams

but still rarely being held back 

from roaming up high

knowing one's freedom is a potent ally

not to anticipate but gathering

one's strength through the storm

Mish at d'Verse - Poetics, a Tale of Two Images                                                                                                     

The Summer Solstice

                                                                                                    Author: Bob Jagendorf

Image: A New Year Lion Dance
A Universally Known Festival, the Gong

Hee Fa Chai, the Chinese New Year

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Summer Solstice is barely felt. There are no seasonal changes as Malaysia is close to the Equator. The Chinese community did traditionally observe it before. Hank was called once when we had a rich Chinese towkay in the neighbourhood. His son, a friend gathered six of us boys one day and we had a noodles tuck-in among ourselves. Barely in our teens we were not aware of its significance. That’s the nearest I had to it.

Apparently, the December Solstice is a bigger event but confined to the community. However, we had not seen it as a festival in recent years.

Barely much changes

Just hot and wet as usual

We long for some flakes

Frank's at d'Verse Haibun Monday 6-22-26: First Solstice

Success with Brilliance

 

                                                                                          Artist Nicholas Hilliard

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The Sunday Whirl Wordle 762
- 10 0f the 12 given words
wave rise lost twists lips turning 

swagger unholy edges feast 

Posturing to indicate a polished personality

Extending a wave of different accents softly

Not turning ambiguous but to progress freely

Insisting to maintain some form of dignity

To rise to the occasion not lost in his bid

Ever confident twists coming from his lips

Not to swagger to numb the thinking process

Not an unholy swan-song deserted at the edges

 

But maintaining a feast of ideas in discussions

A brilliant mind is projected in all situations

Smart ones like him exploited the opportunity

Sanctuary within seen less dependent on charity

Sumana's Sanctuary Within in What's Going On

Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle 762

Waiting and Waiting

                                                                                                  Author: Vyacheslav Argenberg

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Alone facing the side of the bed quietly waiting

Anxious with her system inside as yet to scream
Feeling chained in her mind seemingly disabled
Appearance long awaited but not seemed probable

Questions hammer hard into her mind as in a race

Must he just vanish into space without a trace 

Sighs of dismay permeated her confused thinking

Furtively through her heart slowly but wondering
Lying quietly in a mess prodding deeply aligned 
To a slow music bidding her to come over to dine

Kicked up a fuss earlier preparing a hot meal

Hoping to trump a good impression trying to seal

Memories of old when they gnashed their teeth 

Into the warm steak enjoying them with relish

Heat of romance similar to a late Spring day
Overwhelmed with colourful blooms in every way

Was it going to be the same episode as of late

She was stood up again by yet another of the fakes

Rommy's at PSU's Friday Writings #232: 

A Few of Her Favorite Things

Student Days Happenings

                                                                                                  Author Punker1999
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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 lingered 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 

Note: A true story during student days

Bjorn's at d'Vesrse - Open Link Night 410 – Live edition

Colours of the Seasons

                                                                                   Author Homer Edward Price
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End of the branch ending in green

Waving and swaying in the Spring

Lining highways and the surroundings
The gentleness of peace existing

Then Summer's Green Yellow and Orange
Reminder of Autumn’s brown forthcoming
Such is the varied beauty of face of nature
Sustaining on its own not to just disappear

With the subsequent whites all around
Frozen locality from the mysterious brown
An insistence of a constant reminder

Nature with colours can feign anger

Lillian's Poetics at d'Verse - Come Color with Me!

Sailing at Leisure

 

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Image: A Sailing Boat at Sea

In the realm of aquatic sense to create,
Only words woven with care and grace,
Yearnings for white sails through the haze

From the wide window towards the granite shore

The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying

Unbroken wings not causing concern unlike before

Surrounded by mysteries, within the mist,
Each boat a guiding star lighting our way,
With submissive heat where secrets held sway.

Calmness offering solace we shall never forget
Let the parched misty chill be away in the desert

Like in the unending past not bothering the way

Rosemary's at PSU's Friday Writings #231: White Sails Flying

To include the following lines:

From the wide window towards the granite shore

The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying

Unbroken wings

Along The Way

                                                                                                    Author: Peter Facey
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taking cautionary child steps with an eye 

to anticipate vicious corners and sharp bends 

expecting nothing wild or untoward that lie

along the way of unexpected surprises 

wanting an assurance of a gentle journey

with an opening of not starting light fires 

rather living the fast lane in orderly manner

and closing it easy if caught in tight situations

music to the ears in confidence to a cause

no worry but a brave front to stifle opposition

lest good upbringing and manners are forgotten 

spared from shooting stars likely to appear

carefully nurtured to face up against fears

Mary's at What's Going On with 

Opening and Closing

Spring a Surprise

                                                                                                Author:rachel CALAMUSA
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An extension of one's imagination
In the nights it registers its presence 
Not wanting to show its true colours

But enough to cause sweet bothers
Emerging for a split second or longer
Then disappears into Davy Jone's locker

Can one believe dreams that appear
Foretelling of what’s coming in the future

Rare occasions may spring a surprise 

Uncanny similarity etched in memory survive

The morning after a good dream to remember

 A bonus for good living to relive thereafter

Good dreams the aftermath of good intentions
Prodding the human self in pleasurable simulations
In classic fashion and in myriads of mixed colours

With realms of the human spirit in the subconscious 

Rommy's at PSU Friday Writings #230: Surprise Me!

What is the Destination?

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Image: Branching Out

unwittingly endured brutal in consequence
nothing gained except greenery on the sides
hard to imagine mother nature's vehemence
help cried to work its way as of right

was it confusion beyond the reach for a spell
go, make a decision to arrive at any destination
directions plain to see road signs displayed well
being lost is a step towards a chance solution 

a challenge to invoke beneficially good returns
to slash the field  to regain stature from before
life is a gamble in all of its contending spectrum

gambler's luck may unfold as a happy rejoinder

Punam's at d'Verse Open Link Night #409