A Migratory Journey

                                                                                                             Author: IXU79
Image: Migratory birds at Jayakwadi Dam, Aurangabad INDIA

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Stuck within the expanse of the water's

surface among greenery and little fishes
they dropped in chirping with stories to tell 

of a tired journey

A crowded evening they landed 

by instinct to draw clues as to what 

were there ahead

They laid back to rest against a 

pile of drift-wood in the mud 

their claws embedded 

tired and spent

Amidst a secret rendezvous undisturbed 

the flock of wild birds which landed 

in twos for the solace of a lake enveloped

with a blanket of mist so serene

Resting awhile chomping a little a time

enough to fill in empty bellies 

just enough for the night

To later continue their perilous endeavors
guided only by the natural instincts

befitting of migratory birds

Bjorn's at d'Verse Poet's Pub - Poetics: 

Pilgrimage, revisiting your journey

Flying High!

 

                                                                                                          Author:Luc Viatour

Image: It is Squawking loudly!

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it does not seem to hum a tune 
but progresses on its own steam unconcerned
to eventually relinquish with a bang

must it be playing games with our resolve
tickling our conscience to impose guilt feelings

that it should later seek to innocently absolve

De Jackson at d'Verse Quadrille #256 – Ho-hum,

it’s time to Poem

When Things are Looking Good

 

                                                                                                              Autho:Wrsrachma
Image: Waiting for the Next Move
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The Sunday Whirl

the 11 of 12 given words:

folly phase cold hungry reckoning evil 

casualties profit complicit dawn drop

there was a ghost of a chance

that love could be regarded as a folly

it spoke of phases cold and hungry

with its strengths high in reckonings

lost times devoid of a fragrance

when hearing evaporated to pass

evil ways were ways to enhance

in as much as to make things last

love neglected invited casualties

energy waned in unsettled bids

buoyed in forms of evil intentions

to profit from an inability to succeed

lovers complicit in pursuing solutions

sincerity and trust had to be earned

it dawned on them to drop the thought

but to compromise with good intentions

Brenda at The Sunday Whirl 775

Five Leavings from Home

          

                                                                                                  Author: HundenvonPenang

          Image: Drone photo of the Penang skyline
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          The Poem
          Hank's abode, Penang, variously so named 'the Pearl of the Orient'

          as a destination for British tourists of old. Snug among the lure to the 

          East with greenery and bright colours all year round. Twinkling bright lights 

          make the days extend longer. Eastern cuisine cheap and tasty a shout away a 

          fascination not in eating but observing the different ways of consuming

          Going North great expanse of desert secrets overwhelm with mysteries of Ali

          Baba proportions with the tensions of Hormuz putting a damper on the belly 

         dancing and shipments of oil movements. An anticipation of a rise in family 

         budgets disastrous globally to smaller economies a likely prospect. There has 

         to be a return to good times we had for the generations following. It is not fair!

         The good Mother earth is all we have unless and until colonising Mars is 

         a reality. Going Far East teaming up with great economies will be useful to 

         shorten the waiting time. Mankind clamouring for success is a given thing

         Humanity stands closer than ever to answering the ultimate question which

         had perplexed us with UFOs time and again. Is there life in the universe?

         If only Paradise is orderly staged Going South through canvas doors with 

         such ideal settings for a safe place to live in is sadly not to be. 

        There is no end to hoping for a peaceful world with belligerent happenings

         elsewhere . It's better off if present day Nostradamus predictions can tell 

         less of disasters and unsavoury calamities that are forthcoming

         Going West yellow hills foraging the environment with large areas facing rage 

         of global warming. A generation easily provoked to bring life to young hearts 

         waiting at Heaven's gate. Yearnings for all the pleasures to find what could 

          be so specific to accentuate a hold on the natural inquisitive minds. Goaded by

          the excitement of the AI phenomena a pull factor to make life a lot easier to manage

Laura suggesting  - 

To write 25 lines in 5 stanzas – 1st stanza is your home (real or imaginary) 

next 4 stanzas – each compass point away from your home 

 

Not a requirement but Hank is taking a cue from Herrera’s poem “Five Directions 

Home” posted on d'Verse of 5th Oct 2023 to include one of the following in each 

of the stanzas namely: a name, desert secrets, the earth, canvas door and yellow hills

           Laura at d'Verse Poets Pub - MTB: Critique and Craft - Five Leavings from Home

Good Intentions but...!

                                                                                                      Author Derek Ramsey
Image: A White Gold Wedding Ring

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His mind declined to answer. Sadly it had happened again

He let slip the chance yet again

Had he gone bananas? When the option showed up beaming

he could not wrap it up

He towered over the rest when at his best but he burned 

the goodness again this time around. He could only manage to

breathe some light greetings before he began to stammer.

Stuck in the mud he  wondered in bewilderment

His shoes didn't fit. Rarely caught unawares he looked 

into the distance. The reality seemed apparent. The 

Starpainters were taking over now. The regular stance 

called for a review to stoke his confidence a few notches up

The ring was safely in his grips but still in his pocket!

To think this was the second attempt

Why was it so difficult to pop the six-million dollar 

question and slip it on?

Mish at d'Verse Prosery: Tribute to Gordon Downie

Cinderella -The Glass Slippers Fit?

 

                                                                              Author:Paramount Pictures
Image: Poster for the American fantasy 

film A Kiss for Cinderella (1925)
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Petrified of her shadows
Pangs of loneliness
affected her health

If only she could trade places

Perhaps being Snow White 

having 7 little friends

No! the jealous Queen will 

look for a new mirror far worse

Hair disheveled dress crumpled
Her memory lingered

I'll be Cinderella in the grand 

carriage then with my Prince in the palace

No! a jealous Queen now aided

by 3 jealous sisters still after her

No. not a Beauty and the Beast
Her winsome beau revered in memory
Marauding thoughts ran wildly
No. not Jack and his Beans 
up high a giant shadowing him
No, much less a Frog Prince

nor Ali Baba with forty in tow

Guilt pervaded her mind
If only she brought herself
out of the abyss

She would overcome
Her resolve was determined

No more self pity 

Rommy's at PSU's Friday Writings #244: 

If the Glass Slipper Fits

Winning Ways

                                                                                             Author: Phyllis Bramson

Image: “Between the Falling in Love Parts,” 

by Phyllis Bramson

(courtesy of d'Verse at OLN)

Set to be settled not in a meek way undeterred
It was enduring with many happenings in between

When these occurred parts on love as expected

Were all the while there in the background

Young hearts in a groove of good assertions
Enjoying nights extending with wonderful skills

Lots of reasons to end up with stable outcomes
Determined to clamber back onto an even keel

To extend support aligned to their feelings
Friends were expected to lend a helping hand

Best to go along in parts ending in happiness

Success in wanting to stay in togetherness

Lisa at d'Verse Open Link Night #415

Teaching oneself not to bother others!

 

                                                                                                  Author :Susan Spaulding
Image: Learning Well
(courtesy of Sunday Photo Fiction – June 17, 2018)

What a treat!
To be sitting atop the table all alone
Seeing the world go leisurely by

It may take your breath away
Seeing an unusual stance
But it is not in harm's way
to any one
In fact, even the duck is able to tell
That I'm a safe bet to be with

How I sit is my bother
You may call it a passing fancy
but it is none of anyone's concern!

It may be late in the day
but as a parting shot let us say
that I need not tower over others
to earn my keeps
nor do I need to fiddle over their affairs

I don't owe anyone a living!

Punam's at d'Verse Poet's Pub Poetics Tuesday: To ma’am/sir…

I'm Bored..!

 

                                                                                                         Author: Martin Falbisoner

Image: '... ho-hum!..'

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Such a relief!
All of nine months
Like a xenolith undisturbed
Now I am free
No more in the tummy

No, not again!

"Such a lovely baby!"

Smooching all over me
My granny!

Just cannot stomach the torture

Why can't they leave me alone!

Melissa's at d'Verse Poets Pub - Quadrille #255: X marks the spot

We Rule the World!

                                                               Author:Haliaeetus_leucocephalus_LC0195.jpg: Jörg Hempel

Image: A Menacing Bald Eagle

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The Sunday Whirl Wordle

The 10 of 12 given words: 

fantasy ruffle plumage tufts mosses 

forest fabric filtering threads cracks 

I just cannot  bear it

It is not a fantasy

We belong in the wilds

But we need to prosper

Why ruffle our plumage

The tufts and mosses within the forest

To provide salvation

That was the contention

A fabric filtering known threads

We belong in the wilds

But shoving us to be with humans

It cracks upon the spirit

It is sacred!

At least provide a wild environment

We were supposed to be progressive

To interact more with humans

To live like humans

To eventually take over the human race

We are expected to rule the world

We are allowed to take on a couple of humans as pets

Come to think of it

That is not a bad idea

Yes, that will be fun

Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle773

A Second Love

                                                                                    Author: Hank's
Image: A Younger Hank during 

Competition A Long time Ago

Can’t  make out what’s happening
Running helter-skelter round and round

Why all these buzzing, swooping and swirling
A bee hive smoked out is not as bad

Head spinning wildly the world is moving
No! a merry-go-round has taken over my being
Spinning faster and faster….

Change of stance is apparent
Physically it’s all confusion
A physical would be a revelation

Doc, help me!

You have a headache?
Did you throw up?

Doc, I feel so weak!
I’m all cob-webs!
My mind’s blank

This happened before?
Once before…it was normally two rounds
But I did four yesterday
That’s what happened also before 

The physical is now done!

Nothing’s wrong with you my man!
It’s just exhaustion
From now on just the normal two rounds
Not more than that...

At your age, golf is meant to be enjoyed!

Rommy's at PSU Friday Writings #243: By the Numbers

Strange Occurrence

                                                                   Author: Rene Magritte

     Image: Split out

     (courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)

a chunk of flesh

separated from the person

persuaded to drift out 

             

moved to the side 

not veiled or covered

but rose sparingly

a piece of a form

a pearl of nature

a scarce happening  

a little piece 

not to be placed in the sand

or entombed in clay

such is the idea

of a split personality

waiting for a bid

to correct its being

Grace at d'Verse : Poetry Form: Descort

Quiet and Tired

                                                                                                            Author: Jim Fischer

Image: Forty winks

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A bundle of heap
He laid still in a stupor
Oblivious of stares

The bench was god-sent

One of the many homeless!
The crowd sympathized 

Looked spent and tired

Perhaps lost his wallet and

slowly walking home

Or resting awhile

Had one too many and stoned 

on leaving the pub

Dora at d'Verse Poetics: Lyric Petrologies