tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19803747482202492442024-03-18T18:22:17.229-07:00Rainbowkaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.comBlogger3147125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-46214817681433427482024-03-14T19:55:00.000-07:002024-03-14T19:55:32.631-07:00Gloaming Lightly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1EUD_rKvuF2adiCvW6xPEW_3CstgLssRZjzwGaDwm2QoMYAoZD8ilL6QPJdLrmb-A2RmHJQ8akhbXnS6AAj9HkRD5iW_mbxtvOll7b7f2vUIbDgktSP3q9tmEyXIa5OmzDcniNLVniKrwMoMUjfhQ51sYsSnL6JeLApK6-AEhL3a6lGdG6NLr0RqibGAO/s800/van-gogh%20OLN.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="615" height="419" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1EUD_rKvuF2adiCvW6xPEW_3CstgLssRZjzwGaDwm2QoMYAoZD8ilL6QPJdLrmb-A2RmHJQ8akhbXnS6AAj9HkRD5iW_mbxtvOll7b7f2vUIbDgktSP3q9tmEyXIa5OmzDcniNLVniKrwMoMUjfhQ51sYsSnL6JeLApK6-AEhL3a6lGdG6NLr0RqibGAO/w322-h419/van-gogh%20OLN.jpg" width="322" /></a></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Author: Gloaming Lightly by van Gogh</span></i></div><div>Image: By the Window with Receding </div><div>Rays of the Afternoon Sun <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2024/03/14/open-link-night-and-a-chance-to-go-live-on-saturday/">(here)</a></div><div><div><br /></div></div><div>the 12 given words:</div><i>wonder smudge conjuring</i><div><i>gloaming </i>(the time of day when it is becoming dark but is not yet fully dark)</div><div><i>seeds emerge hours prayers chances</i></div><div><div><i>grateful whispered stained</i></div><div><br /></div><div>to wonder at the strained images that often</div><div>smudged his mind conjuring a complex mixture</div><div>of colours and shapes that surprisingly blended</div><div>well within the gloaming rays that unashamedlyintruded from the outside through the window panes</div><div><br /></div><div>grateful for all the seeds of imagined stories</div><div>that emerged from hours of prayers in creating masterpieces </div><div>where chances were gratefully acknowledged </div><div>to painstakingly provide relief whispered </div><div>for his brilliant but stained and tragic life</div><div><br /></div><div>Brenda at <a href="https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2024/03/09/wordle-645/">Sunday Whirl Wordle</a> 645</div></div><div>Lillian at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2024/03/14/open-link-night-and-a-chance-to-go-live-on-saturday/">dVerse </a>OLN</div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-63906877683827184462023-11-14T18:35:00.000-08:002023-11-14T18:38:31.756-08:00Gives a kick at lunch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmJL2PCOe5yX-_d45F4W2-P3tFoSxDZjQcGbecyt-bydpoTs-AQjBuHTJAA_nrV1bePbONBZGoTAQkQTPfFfPN-jioYxAcNWRyUSVlCCFqyUredHi0jTjuI1LZawwJw7piRYw_wohyphenhyphen800qGM2MSJl7zOAypcSV5q8n_mr27W2N5EFPgGD_6G1XRvXu2LC/s200/IMG_1414.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="112" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmJL2PCOe5yX-_d45F4W2-P3tFoSxDZjQcGbecyt-bydpoTs-AQjBuHTJAA_nrV1bePbONBZGoTAQkQTPfFfPN-jioYxAcNWRyUSVlCCFqyUredHi0jTjuI1LZawwJw7piRYw_wohyphenhyphen800qGM2MSJl7zOAypcSV5q8n_mr27W2N5EFPgGD_6G1XRvXu2LC/w154-h275/IMG_1414.JPG" width="154" /></a></div><div> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Author: Hank</span></i></div><div>Image: Hank's pastel sketch </div><div>on an A4 dark drawing paper</div><div><br /></div><div>Note: This is a revamp of an earlier poem</div><div><br /></div>Glistening with pride of varied colours <br />A show of green orange red and yellow <br />A spread of capsicum <br />For fondness of chili peppers<br /><br />Amidst bunched with other greens<br />With cut-up cilantro onions and avocado<br />A hot and spicy stance taken raw<br />Gives a kick at lunch<br /><br />Hotplate with servings<br />Spicing up the chow<div><div>Fitting for the hungry</div><div>With a big appetite</div><div><br /></div><div>Melissa at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/11/14/holy-guacamole%f0%9f%a5%91/">d'Verse </a>- holy-guacamole<br /><div><br /></div></div></div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-70787559683642833432023-11-07T06:09:00.092-08:002023-11-07T16:56:18.757-08:00Gloomy scene for all<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaEZ203UtIqUs3zl7yrBFxI12NoQPd2Qc1EVdl5X7tngivQamzFKau7XYNun23NgLQlyCdRa60DJzXyhkqi0FWrzf0WtDaye_GOCJu6nw6hK7YeI1wrN5e24l6xD8g-VLEP4l1SazW-04TTNZlkspv98HQq_tdV1vfU8QT2AXQ85eCNdrqU75O36QA-43I/s1200/SnowyTreeTops@SunnyMist2014.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaEZ203UtIqUs3zl7yrBFxI12NoQPd2Qc1EVdl5X7tngivQamzFKau7XYNun23NgLQlyCdRa60DJzXyhkqi0FWrzf0WtDaye_GOCJu6nw6hK7YeI1wrN5e24l6xD8g-VLEP4l1SazW-04TTNZlkspv98HQq_tdV1vfU8QT2AXQ85eCNdrqU75O36QA-43I/w433-h288/SnowyTreeTops@SunnyMist2014.jpg" width="433" /></a></div><div> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Author: Gabriel Santiago</span></i></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote>Image: Snowy Tree Tops (<a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:SnowyTreeTops@SunnyMist2014.jpg">here)</a><div><i><br /></i><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><i>‘Snow would be the easy way out' </i> - <b>Rita Dove</b><div>in ‘November for Beginners’. </div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>What a sight! White on the tree tops. Cold weather </div><div>outside and it has not even received the full impact </div><div>of Winter. Warmth blankets the family and loved </div><div>ones together. They are within the domain of safety </div><div>in front of the idiot box.</div><div><br /></div><div>Looking at the destructive power unleashed they </div><div>could clearly see mayhem of explosions, black smoke </div><div>and broken blocks in front of their eyes in real-time </div><div><br /></div><div>The injured were carried helter-skelter amidst the</div><div>rubbles, Praying for peace. Expecting a breakthrough?</div><div>Not likely.</div><div><br /></div><div>Despairing thoughts though</div><div>Rough times for business ahead</div><div>Gloomy scene for all</div></div><div>Snow would be the easy way out</div><div>Perhaps as a likely excuse</div><div><br /></div><div>Kim at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/11/06/november-for-beginners/">d'Verse</a> Prosery - november-for-beginners/</div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-74433700064272327702023-10-29T10:30:00.007-07:002023-10-29T11:25:55.704-07:00On buttoning the suit <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZHdoeJ0AaZiJCINiJ9HxOBqMRqVOFOCnuIeNI3TnGUjW9gv9H2OCK-Es7Fuc_1SZ34j-vqVNNJ11R2QwpunMGUUhmleUHGOALSeFKHsjIK0N6zYxBTgFxx2Xt_nfhi_0_XszQCim1hPdj7C5z3yDKJQ4fqteRH4fyyfHnvLoIDasLZqUPq_WxHD7Fi3P/s1200/Buttons,_army_(AM_741071-1)%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="1200" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZHdoeJ0AaZiJCINiJ9HxOBqMRqVOFOCnuIeNI3TnGUjW9gv9H2OCK-Es7Fuc_1SZ34j-vqVNNJ11R2QwpunMGUUhmleUHGOALSeFKHsjIK0N6zYxBTgFxx2Xt_nfhi_0_XszQCim1hPdj7C5z3yDKJQ4fqteRH4fyyfHnvLoIDasLZqUPq_WxHD7Fi3P/w452-h192/Buttons,_army_(AM_741071-1)%20(1).jpg" width="452" /></a></div><div> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Author: Auckland War Memorial Museum Tāmaki Paenga </span></i></div><div>Image: Army Brass buttons <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Buttons,_army_(AM_741071-1).jpg">(here)</a><div><br />the 10 of 12 given words:<br /><div><i>seeker relic tell air fly running <br /></i><div style="text-align: left;"><i>yearn calm through resonate </i></div><div><div><br /></div><div><div>On buttoning the suit it looks </div><div>good when done proper by the dude</div><div>a seeker of good looks</div><div><br /></div><div>Not entirely a relic of the past</div><div>but it tells of good fashion sense</div><div><br /></div><div>Etiquette demands that it</div><div>should remain buttoned</div><div>until one sits and fastens</div><div>on standing again</div><div>it gives an air of being informed</div><div>more of being practical though</div><div><br /></div><div>With three buttons just</div><div>button the top two or just</div><div>the centre button</div><div><br /></div><div>Some bothered by conformity </div><div>in their haste, have been </div><div>known to inadvertently </div><div>leave their fly open</div><div><br /></div><div>Some do not conform</div><div>Unbuttoned, flailing, it looks</div><div>more macho it seems</div><div>Running away from tradition</div><div>they yearn to be accepted</div><div><br /></div><div>Calm and alluring ladies</div><div>may leave unbuttoned top of cleavage</div><div>Is it fashionable!</div></div><div>more perhaps through a playful</div><div>desire of being naughty</div><div>It resonates with the idea of </div><div>being a good strategist</div></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Brenda's at <a href="https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/10/29/wordle-626/">Sunday Whirl</a> wordle-626/</div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-15052707623974530072023-10-26T18:41:00.002-07:002023-10-30T02:08:51.635-07:00 An extension of one's imagination<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_nM6aW2TIr951E8dnOoMNZbPkSGaTPGWpRWEkPyV-p1uGT3BuZJMdfaKG0YyCUF2TidA4kMwcNPdDr1dHe3qEwDlV5qKsCLe2KI4TwC4wKdMrgG2hSPLZdhJJLvI3q5Pho2I-LbBT4OIcs_CXYfFLZiZqdTE51D5z1YOL3ZzffH3iKYYvSxnTSJk9_yC/s900/Sweet_Dreams_by_David_S._Soriano.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="900" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl_nM6aW2TIr951E8dnOoMNZbPkSGaTPGWpRWEkPyV-p1uGT3BuZJMdfaKG0YyCUF2TidA4kMwcNPdDr1dHe3qEwDlV5qKsCLe2KI4TwC4wKdMrgG2hSPLZdhJJLvI3q5Pho2I-LbBT4OIcs_CXYfFLZiZqdTE51D5z1YOL3ZzffH3iKYYvSxnTSJk9_yC/w358-h358/Sweet_Dreams_by_David_S._Soriano.png" width="358" /></a></div><div> Author: David S. Soriano</div><div>Image: Sweet Dreams <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sweet_Dreams_by_David_S._Soriano.png">(here</a>)<br /><br />An extension of one's imagination<br />Registers its presence in the nights<br />Not wanting to show its true colours<br />But rather flashes of staccato bites<br />Emerging for a split second or longer<br />Then disappears into Davy Jone's locker<br /><br />Can one believe dreams that appear<br />Foretelling of what’s coming in the future<br />But why must the images emerge<br />And then wrecking, inflicting damage<br />Causing havoc in the minds of the lost<br />Playing tricks to test the human resolve!<br /><br />A good dream is a bonus for good living<br />Bad dreams are the aftermath of bad intentions<br />Getting mixed up juxtaposed in lots of misgivings<br />Prodding the human self in torrid simulations<br />In classic fashion and in myriads of colours<div>In the realms of the subconscious </div></div><div><br /></div><div>Grace at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/26/openlinknight-349/">d'Verse </a> Open Link Night-349/ </div><div><br /></div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-34599220387302097122023-10-24T16:45:00.002-07:002023-10-24T16:48:12.175-07:00sense of responsibility blurs with excuses<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6_DkWffiks6uh0hGI5U1Bji9LALF8JsrM2DEMuzH1JFoHBXdGwMqtx7vZJg8_QB0Xha0YL4My4euCNY7i8eywrAAYEyCAZixDpc3CVOMtOg-tXJgX5SY5a5hzOYTGHyYj_r_Pw3veAXrgLIk7cceUhCsT6dSzxi0RoLGAkeddQLi2uGFbSyIodIzM9op9/s640/640px-Highland_games_tug_of_war_2%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6_DkWffiks6uh0hGI5U1Bji9LALF8JsrM2DEMuzH1JFoHBXdGwMqtx7vZJg8_QB0Xha0YL4My4euCNY7i8eywrAAYEyCAZixDpc3CVOMtOg-tXJgX5SY5a5hzOYTGHyYj_r_Pw3veAXrgLIk7cceUhCsT6dSzxi0RoLGAkeddQLi2uGFbSyIodIzM9op9/w388-h291/640px-Highland_games_tug_of_war_2%20(1).jpg" width="388" /></a></div><div> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Author: L E X commons</span></i></div>Image: Tug of War is acceptable <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Highland_games_tug_of_war_2.JPG">(here)</a><div><br /></div><div>when they take a defensive stance<br />they go into fancy footwork as in a dance<br />trying hard to convince all<br /><br />blame liberally assigned to others<br />finger-pointing with a smirk<br />sense of responsibility blurs with excuses<div>refusal to admit, a cause so lame</div><div><br /></div><div>in the hand combat of old those targeted </div><div>were fair game uniformed fighters but</div><div>wars now are fought from the safety of</div><div>the general's domain behind the lines</div><div><br /></div><div>now civilian targets are not spared </div><div>the weak the children and the aged</div><div>are now termed as collateral damage</div><div><br /></div><div>conflicts must be resolved at the</div><div>negotiation table, period!</div><div><br /></div><div>Punam at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/24/poetics-why-war/">d'Verse</a> poetics-why-war/</div></div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-90905540822297861342023-10-23T19:15:00.001-07:002023-10-23T19:15:26.247-07:00greenery galore, picturesque and colourful. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgwJMcKwA7JwSrNPvYXbFyj00XrrceAMNSYGTzvtU1DTFAZrLDNO8KTW3A6JpAOnIwZw_ji_QtEnVZ_sxysfg9LXGNdiOOo9JUJOaNcQwDBrlUCaBCZHbHCWK68HwlaNIvDLBs2s_ncuUA3pGE8E_q7R0i9FKOfqUXj4tvlw8OxwMngqMceJ8QQeft12K9/s900/Red_lock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="900" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgwJMcKwA7JwSrNPvYXbFyj00XrrceAMNSYGTzvtU1DTFAZrLDNO8KTW3A6JpAOnIwZw_ji_QtEnVZ_sxysfg9LXGNdiOOo9JUJOaNcQwDBrlUCaBCZHbHCWK68HwlaNIvDLBs2s_ncuUA3pGE8E_q7R0i9FKOfqUXj4tvlw8OxwMngqMceJ8QQeft12K9/w371-h371/Red_lock.jpg" width="371" /></a></div><div> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Author: Curdles70</span></i></div><div>Image: Calmness of a Spring morning</div><div>with blue sky and lush greenery <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Red_lock.jpg">(here)</a><br /><br />It has been a blistering hot Autumn <div>and outdoor activities are restrained<br />though stragglers are still on the beach<br />Some misty mornings may appear with<br />the low chirping of restless birds. </div><div>Bathed in copper tones changing </div><div>colours set the mood</div><div><br /></div><div>Following the cold months down </div><div>south Spring is known to sneak in </div><div>early with greenery galore, picturesque </div><div>and colourful. A respite hopefully from </div><div>all the crying shame politically </div><div>taking centre stage now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Covid 19 just </div><div>left but we are at real war</div><div>with great loss of life</div><div><br /></div><div>Frank's at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/23/haibun-monday-10-23-23-fall-foliage-or-spring-blossoms/">d"Verse </a> : Haibun-Monday-</div><div>fall-foliage-or-spring-blossoms/</div></div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-36866854996524843972023-10-20T17:00:00.002-07:002023-10-20T18:04:58.817-07:00 Why so unforgiving!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgef94WzI0_yqSG93HUYjSisYgdyj9YLV3UBQt9RexPPRgprdJQL56YgTavCTgC5bVQGKnYa6HBIuqVfZTujRoHF4xZx7roSMiF2_yjEd8l9JUIlifGUwELNyuq9IlHdlnjHvYSO4Ivr787jizyXFtl3__PjDRZdIjcJAvh4wgQSW-trb1jhr_6QYAaSRyn/s239/Logo_Why_Don't_We.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="211" data-original-width="239" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgef94WzI0_yqSG93HUYjSisYgdyj9YLV3UBQt9RexPPRgprdJQL56YgTavCTgC5bVQGKnYa6HBIuqVfZTujRoHF4xZx7roSMiF2_yjEd8l9JUIlifGUwELNyuq9IlHdlnjHvYSO4Ivr787jizyXFtl3__PjDRZdIjcJAvh4wgQSW-trb1jhr_6QYAaSRyn/w310-h274/Logo_Why_Don't_We.png" width="310" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Author: </span></i></span><span style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">why don't we</span></i></span></div><div>Image: Yes! Why shouldn't we!</div><div><br /></div>He searched his conscience<br />He thought he had it made<br />Sweetie Pie, he even gave a name<br />But she would rather have him dead<br /><br />What did he do wrong?<br />Whispering sweet nothings?<br />Choice of words <div>was a culprit all along<br /><div><br /></div><div>But why so unforgiving</div><div>Not compromising so intriguing</div><div>Nothing promising? <br /><br />But he was not about to give up<br />Faint heart be given a nudge<br />Plodding on would be smart<div>Time would be the judge</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Rosemary at <a href="https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/10/friday-writings-99-why.html">PoetsandStorytellersUnited. </a></div><div>friday-writings-99-why.</div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-27659196859310822362023-10-19T18:28:00.005-07:002023-10-19T21:09:34.997-07:00We love the good news <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJubQLYMtsvg3-qwBBDqnBI4hBzYK7MZE6z5OOAUzbXyGXf9NAZIbvhJLWQTsPWn4KfHQc1i-ywo5C8nLejpimjjReXU7ekQuog90EAp-B4zVlJ52BGW3tHcIMa7fdXGQWLHoam29qhyphenhyphenj-C57FdhuP8cq1shyaV_dXAH6cvco2Psws1namzj8xj9YKCBmW/s750/Himalayas,_Nepal.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="750" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJubQLYMtsvg3-qwBBDqnBI4hBzYK7MZE6z5OOAUzbXyGXf9NAZIbvhJLWQTsPWn4KfHQc1i-ywo5C8nLejpimjjReXU7ekQuog90EAp-B4zVlJ52BGW3tHcIMa7fdXGQWLHoam29qhyphenhyphenj-C57FdhuP8cq1shyaV_dXAH6cvco2Psws1namzj8xj9YKCBmW/w421-h280/Himalayas,_Nepal.jpg" width="421" /></a><div> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Author: Vyacheslav Argenberg</span></i><div>Image: A glacial field covered with snow. </div><div>Nepal, Himalayas <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Himalayas,_Nepal.jpg">(here)</a> A peaceful scene naturally true</div><div><br /></div>Not wanting to make light<br />of rumours garnered through<br />the grape-vine nothing is<br />more frustrating than to<br />hear tell it was the truth</div><div><br /></div><div>That bad news is what it is - bad news!</div><div>Tell it even when it hurts<br /><div><br /></div><div>We do love the good news</div><div>No one disputes that</div><div>What is the need to be told lies</div><div>What value do they put into it<br /><div><br /></div><div>We want to know the good</div><div>We want to rejoice together</div><div>Ours is the desire that we are together</div><div>We laugh together</div><div>It is group therapy so it seems</div><div>We cry together if need be</div><div>We do not fancy laughing </div><div>When some others are crying<br />but tell the truth</div><div><br />The might of the mighty<br />could be seared at the seams<br />just through a sliver-thin<br />confirmation of unsolicited<br />information</div><div><br /></div><div>The truth hurts</div><div>but tell it as it is</div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing desirous </div><div>to be taken for a ride</div><div>Credibility is a potent ally</div><div><br /></div><div>Bjorn at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/19/meet-the-bar-by-writing-from-a-collective-point-of-view/">d'Verse</a> meet-the-bar-</div><div>by-writing-from-a-collective-point-of-view/<br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-316993288530678752023-10-17T16:20:00.003-07:002023-10-18T00:41:23.309-07:00He bade farewell to the good life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxmyFp1DVYWhbzxaJyIlWBBbM1dz-VlkGS0-9ZCJHg1Kyp6m1HWri7MSmNRoJlZxG8q33q9WeZWRBzKphj0GMftiTcRMDzezVRqk0jxhOUnqbdb32u1T4Exn3s51z48iV_IdRrJde6KCa0muVogFNgoa3mKWUTprcbPdZxpzwNs3GlxgHN0KIp6mKpJaAl/s1563/b9cfb76c-6e54-4312-8c46-3cad4d880863-12159-0000027ccc6c1afc_file.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1563" data-original-width="1200" height="355" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxmyFp1DVYWhbzxaJyIlWBBbM1dz-VlkGS0-9ZCJHg1Kyp6m1HWri7MSmNRoJlZxG8q33q9WeZWRBzKphj0GMftiTcRMDzezVRqk0jxhOUnqbdb32u1T4Exn3s51z48iV_IdRrJde6KCa0muVogFNgoa3mKWUTprcbPdZxpzwNs3GlxgHN0KIp6mKpJaAl/w273-h355/b9cfb76c-6e54-4312-8c46-3cad4d880863-12159-0000027ccc6c1afc_file.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Author: Vincent van Gogh</span></i></div><div>Image: Seeing the Goodness outside <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/17/haunted/">(here</a>)</div><div><br /></div>He stood there holding out for his own<br />Not the slightest bother on others around<br />His mind wandered far but he stood his grounds<br />Seemingly confident without a sound<br /><br />Wrinkles lined his pock-marked face<br />Had seen better days before in his heyday<br />He reflected on the twist of fate<br />It could not be any other way<br /><br />It was a good lesson<br />He should have stood up for his rights<br />He was innocent<br />But he let his guard down without a fight<br /><br />He shouldn’t have trusted others<br />They looked after their own<br />They disappeared when it mattered<br />And left him holding the baby alone<br /><br />He bade farewell to the good life<br />Fugitive from himself knocking off troubles<div>now depended on his wiles to survive<div><div>To stamp his strength later when able</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Melissa at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/17/haunted/">d'Verse </a>- haunted/</div></div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-25637145669370040092023-10-16T19:06:00.002-07:002023-10-16T19:09:53.304-07:00only the sphere is perfect<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLs0BuffsVDUvxLcBK_H0jyXyOY1S3LSqisyUfjWMA8zxr6o9WDiQIohJoFuQg_ylNPkpQrhrB1ggU3w939VeExhpq5WCaLXUSyzHPsMK1HCnTGH8O2hyUNs95F8tsvVJu8k7P5dgO-Q2M9k2V041Zw7ytKUckKnSNr3P_IPbpvZRlVdTVpccdkPKrGVyl/s750/Sphere_-_monochrome_simple.svg%20(1).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLs0BuffsVDUvxLcBK_H0jyXyOY1S3LSqisyUfjWMA8zxr6o9WDiQIohJoFuQg_ylNPkpQrhrB1ggU3w939VeExhpq5WCaLXUSyzHPsMK1HCnTGH8O2hyUNs95F8tsvVJu8k7P5dgO-Q2M9k2V041Zw7ytKUckKnSNr3P_IPbpvZRlVdTVpccdkPKrGVyl/s320/Sphere_-_monochrome_simple.svg%20(1).png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="text-align: left;">Author: </span><span style="text-align: left;">Darkdadaah</span></span></i></div><div>Image: A Perfect Sphere <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sphere_-_monochrome_simple.svg"> (here)</a></div><div><br /></div><div>one meets life’s challenges<br />attaining success and recognition<br />but not always<br />many others fold up in different ways<br />only the sphere is perfect<br /><br />human failings, greed, dishonesty<br />amongst others ensure <br />the downfall of </div><div>good intentions of muddled priorities <div>but somehow that makes life interesting</div><div>(44 words)</div></div><div><br /></div><div>De Jackson at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/16/quadrille-186-fold/">d'Verse</a> quadrille-186-fold/</div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-16175731004375491052023-10-09T00:43:00.001-07:002023-10-12T16:32:31.819-07:00 a basket of bare nerves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLRV7NKel8yZI4yIUM5Wqm-HVFvdgoxKBTLY0q03Cbqt0w8COL-7vYtGeI1UTVOwsXFhTRdrzv_8OuAAkwtvaHZCBtSdpiUc5D0Wa_i5cXXfXVB_vwIBDiIuvDNCEGTx6ggRo6jK2OzSfMiRXJCmamvOTjbC03DcIHYqW8COZszfOIwHEaE6spAiY4wtq3/s1035/Edible_fungi_in_basket_2019_G1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1035" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLRV7NKel8yZI4yIUM5Wqm-HVFvdgoxKBTLY0q03Cbqt0w8COL-7vYtGeI1UTVOwsXFhTRdrzv_8OuAAkwtvaHZCBtSdpiUc5D0Wa_i5cXXfXVB_vwIBDiIuvDNCEGTx6ggRo6jK2OzSfMiRXJCmamvOTjbC03DcIHYqW8COZszfOIwHEaE6spAiY4wtq3/w366-h318/Edible_fungi_in_basket_2019_G1.jpg" width="366" /></a></div><div> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Author: George Chernilevsky</span></i></div><div>Image: Picked edible fungi in basket (<a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Edible_fungi_in_basket_2019_G1.jpg">here)</a></div><div><br /></div>10 of 12 given words:<br /><div><i>wrapped bare slack gather grief </i></div><div><i>hostage heights pockets veiled sigh</i></div><div><div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Wrapped in a basket of bare nerves</div><div>Love slackened down on a wild run</div><div>Gathering the strength of manly verve</div><div>The grieving could start with some fun</div><div><br /></div><div>Held hostage by the innocence of the young</div><div>Given to heights of enjoying high emotions</div><div>Raised to a higher level of satisfying wants</div><div>Complete with pockets of outright devotion</div><div><br /></div><div>Falling in love a measure of veiled desires</div><div>Feelings of being in love and rushing in blindly</div><div>Falling out of love reflecting unwanted failures</div><div>Sighs of a second chance crying out for sympathy</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Brenda's the <a href="https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2023/10/08/wordle-623/">Sunday Whirl</a>.wordle-623/</div><div>Sanaa at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/12/oln-348-two-opportunities-to-join-us-live/">d'Verse</a> OLN-348-join-us-live/</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-81186184008236431432023-10-06T07:08:00.004-07:002023-10-06T07:14:47.285-07:00 the month of October<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZuEN8PIoNoSGVEAflyGdNbTHlhsK_1pj8mKstGk1FCu7I0JARH95Xn4o5KPrLl2MHdG1NkhjaqodvItsMVguN9xdBqPRvW6tw92LD_tFkSj2JEBh9do0UHDGsCcvs6vpVmnvK1sHF3MW_YU9GhUpk-yuNYGGq8dOUMi3tFP1TZOXT8ErdupSASDXQEFh/s640/Autumn_leaves_in_shrine.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZuEN8PIoNoSGVEAflyGdNbTHlhsK_1pj8mKstGk1FCu7I0JARH95Xn4o5KPrLl2MHdG1NkhjaqodvItsMVguN9xdBqPRvW6tw92LD_tFkSj2JEBh9do0UHDGsCcvs6vpVmnvK1sHF3MW_YU9GhUpk-yuNYGGq8dOUMi3tFP1TZOXT8ErdupSASDXQEFh/s320/Autumn_leaves_in_shrine.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Author: 大久保藍</span></i><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Image: Autumn Leaves <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Autumn_leaves_in_shrine.jpg">(here)</a></div></div><div><div><br />the month of October is there</div>to usher in the impending </div><div>winter months blanketing </div><div>the earth’s surface with </div><div>Heaven’s goodness of brown</div><div>colours of maple leaves</div><div>among others and the coolness </div><div>of the Autumn breeze that </div><div>sustains romances and dreams</div><div><br /></div>Rommy's at <a href="https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/10/friday-writings-97-october.html">Poets Storytellers United</a><div>Friday-writings-97-October.</div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-56781159043649146242023-10-02T17:44:00.001-07:002023-10-02T17:47:28.114-07:00Brushing it Off<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_h08Xac5W8wG0v5SdfOb3JLPM6BQcatoGI4Pv26ASHMzo_pWEL-UBhsXVtvm_L8wbzBrOXzb7BDn-5jOIA41G3tbJjB_q2ZCsr6DbtvS21EK6K8-EKv0UyLps4h2sRbI5jgPZ6YwV57qBHLGoC9DrPfAmR-rqKeE1Xbs3vBhkFzK9zFXVpqFXN2QQXCN2/s900/Loving_Couple_(49991581658).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_h08Xac5W8wG0v5SdfOb3JLPM6BQcatoGI4Pv26ASHMzo_pWEL-UBhsXVtvm_L8wbzBrOXzb7BDn-5jOIA41G3tbJjB_q2ZCsr6DbtvS21EK6K8-EKv0UyLps4h2sRbI5jgPZ6YwV57qBHLGoC9DrPfAmR-rqKeE1Xbs3vBhkFzK9zFXVpqFXN2QQXCN2/s320/Loving_Couple_(49991581658).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Author: Pedro Ribeiro Simões </span></i></div><div>Image: Making out <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Loving_Couple_(49991581658).jpg">(here)</a></div><div><br /></div>A loving couple in all innocence. <div>Making it together taking the risks </div><div>inherent in all permutations. But </div><div>some few rudely discover an </div><div>unworthy partner </div><div><br /></div><div>Brushing off the bad from the </div><div>good twirling the wheel of fortune.<br /><div style="text-align: left;">For two hearts to elucidate </div><div style="text-align: left;">their eloquence</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">(44 words)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Jade Lisa at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/10/02/dverse-q185-brushing-the-dust-off/">d'Verse </a> Quadrille#185-<i>brushing-the-dust-off/</i></div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-30880180336287841152023-09-30T16:52:00.007-07:002023-10-01T19:02:10.421-07:00that’s the orangutan!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNdjevPrlaVf2w93njsUPu6yYOiY8S_KjqaAC-MWg0RjosSrMd1iZUJUrV1ec0QX5mi5Cd22AsNyyxgRZSTkdpe91dRVpHwCprGzfmFU_SWOEJBy_o1jLLrxE9fhyphenhyphenytnmFjwxYg3nOvRS9487HM-j5CwvsszikQtgTr0p9NOPgBI5Fx85tfZn4YAHenyd/s1200/1200px-Orangutan_Pongo_pygmeus_pygmeus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNdjevPrlaVf2w93njsUPu6yYOiY8S_KjqaAC-MWg0RjosSrMd1iZUJUrV1ec0QX5mi5Cd22AsNyyxgRZSTkdpe91dRVpHwCprGzfmFU_SWOEJBy_o1jLLrxE9fhyphenhyphenytnmFjwxYg3nOvRS9487HM-j5CwvsszikQtgTr0p9NOPgBI5Fx85tfZn4YAHenyd/w469-h264/1200px-Orangutan_Pongo_pygmeus_pygmeus.jpg" width="469" /></a></div><div> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Author: Sabar Minsyah</span></i></div><div>Image: An Orangutan with Junior <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Orangutan_Pongo_pygmeus_pygmeus.jpg">(here)</a></div><div><br />slow in movements but like magic<br />it can be expected to cover<br />much grounds roaming</div><div>the whole expanse<br />this is home!</div><div><br /></div><div>they thrive on their own prowess<br />to survive<br />They swarm upon each other<br />in friendly banter without words </div><div>maintaining passions<br />as a human in all mannerisms</div><div>for this is home!</div><div><br /></div><div>much can be revealed<br />in body language, storming,<br />shrieking or lying lazily</div><div>A creature of the forest<br />It jumps hangs and swings</div><div>this is home</div><div>and enjoying every minute</div><div>of it all<br />and that’s the orangutan</div><div>threatened with extinction</div><div>in his beloved home</div><div><br /></div><div>Rosemary at <a href="https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/09/friday-writings-96-what-for-you.html">Poets and Storytellers United.f</a>riday-writings-96</div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-82689644521916991782023-09-28T18:24:00.002-07:002023-09-28T18:30:29.394-07:00Being Duly Prepared<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwgj7tecSkXmSK53tDmiVELmgTQstSB6na_hE0Aqd7WzFqRiMI4mZL7cFfOc6_nVYRq8Xt6XBTR9M06BilFrI0L6N4W73FDkmKYuAmJOUphtDHnBO5Y6FTfgM5mbpqhZGtBYjQjoIhVtesdhOYq-iyiah_5zLCuLrfGJt0AX_N-94MOzksZHy2q2St9JD/s3467/holly-booth-xrtbxecejdq-unsplash.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3467" data-original-width="2307" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwgj7tecSkXmSK53tDmiVELmgTQstSB6na_hE0Aqd7WzFqRiMI4mZL7cFfOc6_nVYRq8Xt6XBTR9M06BilFrI0L6N4W73FDkmKYuAmJOUphtDHnBO5Y6FTfgM5mbpqhZGtBYjQjoIhVtesdhOYq-iyiah_5zLCuLrfGJt0AX_N-94MOzksZHy2q2St9JD/w265-h398/holly-booth-xrtbxecejdq-unsplash.jpg" width="265" /></a></div><div> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Author: Holly Booth</span></i><br />Image: The Tools of Trade <a href="https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2023/09/26/photo-challenge-483/">(here)</a><br /><br />Having the right kind of tools at hand</div><div>Just simple housewife kinds easy to find<br />True to form, like wearing other's shoes<br />Easy to use to knock off the blues</div><div><br />We should not choose to restrain<br />It'll be an education if we can feel the pain<br />The universe is there to garner the facts<br />Hold on to it yet, and give it a check</div><div><br />The whole world to see where it leads<br />Go for a wholesome thrust till it bleeds<br />No holds barred, no wisdom marred.</div><div>Give it all you’ve got, give it a shot.</div><div><br />When you’re done, reflect on your wants<br />If it’s tough give it a laugh<br /><span style="color: #444444;">Venture out and push for a long ride</span></div><span style="color: #444444;">You never know until you've tried</span><div><span style="color: #444444;"><br /></span>Sarah's at <a href="https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2023/09/26/photo-challenge-483/">MLMM's</a> Photo Challenge-483/<div>Mish at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/09/28/open-link-night-347/">d'Verse</a> OLN open-link-night-347/</div></div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-88526076522011004042023-09-27T08:37:00.001-07:002023-09-27T08:41:10.890-07:00There were ways to bridge the gap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm03Cc34F1aSflHIRFUQ0SeYHMp34UMwLxBamtpBs-ydRhJG_h5k5GkPz1dOWtnhUZ9AgmlmO9RWPOYCDibQp_KY5uUnE1OUt8n60R7AqBBwM6mlk9WBWlDY2VEnNbqB-s4mF05K2Q9SjQjYWJIjsuKTOB4yUQUtl-x-YBHMNPPvh4-Nf2KRoJuT1pfmg-/s643/Pauline_Auzou_-_Portrait_of_a_young_man,_1809.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="460" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm03Cc34F1aSflHIRFUQ0SeYHMp34UMwLxBamtpBs-ydRhJG_h5k5GkPz1dOWtnhUZ9AgmlmO9RWPOYCDibQp_KY5uUnE1OUt8n60R7AqBBwM6mlk9WBWlDY2VEnNbqB-s4mF05K2Q9SjQjYWJIjsuKTOB4yUQUtl-x-YBHMNPPvh4-Nf2KRoJuT1pfmg-/w274-h384/Pauline_Auzou_-_Portrait_of_a_young_man,_1809.jpg" width="274" /></a></div><div> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Author/Artist: Pauline Auzou (1775–1835) </span></i></div>Image: Portrait of a Young Man <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pauline_Auzou_-_Portrait_of_a_young_man,_1809.jpg">(here)</a><br /><br />He stood there thinking <div>with an empty smile<div><div>In his young mind<br />Untested with ways of the world</div><div>He was weighing his options</div><div>He should work fast<br /><div><br /></div><div>There were ways to bridge the gap</div><div>and get what he desired <br /><div>What could be wandering<br />in his mind<br /><br />Thinking of one so dear<br />He was lucky to get away</div><div>from his latest find</div><div>It would have been a big struggle</div><div>There would have to be short-cuts he reckoned</div><div><br /></div><div>Perhaps he should win </div><div>the sympathies of a rich widow</div><div>A bridge too far for now<br /><br />Myriads of possibilities<br />A young mind so free<br /><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote>‘What Me Worry’<br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote>No one to care<br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote>A lucky break could </div><div>come rolling his way </div><div>bridging the expectations</div><div><br /></div><div>Punam at<a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/09/26/poetics-building-bridges/"> d'Verse</a> <i>poetics-building-bridges/</i></div></div></div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-35012598168571033812023-09-19T18:00:00.003-07:002023-09-19T18:03:31.539-07:00Autumn Folds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih_KGhHfiAAaCCx5GClviY9VDn_uFhuSh5yGkOP7OQM1qr3R-xu4q2qH_4vvUo9E7-40owuIwNfx-BOfZ0SxgFlXf-caJMrZObB0Uy-CeNonsksPqKSLeSTBUpn_qrvym80EhxUF8osqLfeQUfVIG-nmM2-vVVcKcbGW5blTtBIGWHtZPTW4yEr8zqwANl/s1200/1200px-Moosburg_Tigring_Schlossstrasse_11_Strussnigteich_06112010_021.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="1200" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih_KGhHfiAAaCCx5GClviY9VDn_uFhuSh5yGkOP7OQM1qr3R-xu4q2qH_4vvUo9E7-40owuIwNfx-BOfZ0SxgFlXf-caJMrZObB0Uy-CeNonsksPqKSLeSTBUpn_qrvym80EhxUF8osqLfeQUfVIG-nmM2-vVVcKcbGW5blTtBIGWHtZPTW4yEr8zqwANl/w419-h278/1200px-Moosburg_Tigring_Schlossstrasse_11_Strussnigteich_06112010_021.jpg" width="419" /></a></div><div> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Author: Johann Jaritz</span></i></div><div>Image: Autumn Lakeside <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Moosburg_Tigring_Schlossstrasse_11_Strussnigteich_06112010_021.jpg">(here)</a></div><div><br /></div><div>Autumn days camouflaged lakeside</div>Gliding in calm waters and mysterious<br />Paradise was knocked senseless outright<br />Rustic abode with idyllic tranquility<br />Unspoiled hideaway camouflaged lakeside<br />Golden brown season's exotic shades<br />Swept by cool winds forcing nature’s right<br />Falling leaves with gravity exerted power<br />Clinging into the emptiness of free flight<br />Racing to piles of crowded groundswell<div>Shadowing sights of a camouflaged lakeside</div><div><br /></div><div>Melissa's at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/09/19/folding-into-autumn/">d'Verse</a> with Gillena's folding-into-autumn/</div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-45876395694048153572023-09-19T01:03:00.003-07:002023-09-19T01:10:08.215-07:00Smashing Strategy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelRiOBQiNxsKChK2QzCRxDZcXQqAriP-Ai1Uw4xqIBidRpPwan7U1Sv3wo19YqqKxwLLSGg6HgvhGPaE1T2Xpmq56NpLOY-ZtffLcREX38LWOyH6IMVA6StsYL7e659AaEtHGgazXzHu7mGdAmK9QIsSe0nReWkU7DfGInrAr31FCST2czw-xBrfwZupx/s1005/p%20and%20pggg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="545" data-original-width="1005" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgelRiOBQiNxsKChK2QzCRxDZcXQqAriP-Ai1Uw4xqIBidRpPwan7U1Sv3wo19YqqKxwLLSGg6HgvhGPaE1T2Xpmq56NpLOY-ZtffLcREX38LWOyH6IMVA6StsYL7e659AaEtHGgazXzHu7mGdAmK9QIsSe0nReWkU7DfGInrAr31FCST2czw-xBrfwZupx/w444-h241/p%20and%20pggg.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Author: Adrian S Pye </span></i></div><div>Image: Push Me Pull You <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Push-me-pull-you_-_geograph.org.uk_-_2235414.jpg">(here)</a></div><div><br />a force contending <br />to accord him protection<br />imposing its will<br /><br />smack going against his wishes<br />such is the push and pull-peril<br /><br />but being pulled back by forces<br />must he smash his way through then<br />for it can be viewed as a <div>hindrance to progress</div><div>(44 words}</div></div><div><br /></div><div>De Jackson at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/09/18/quadrille-184-smashing-poems/">d'Verse</a> Quadrille-184-smashing-poems/ </div><div><br /></div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-59880814990294890452023-09-14T17:50:00.004-07:002023-09-15T00:44:10.326-07:00 A portrait of one!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKzxznbEWyW9eRLJovfk7PMMoHRi0QNz3asuESOcJ0IDkdecjtWLdYvNMN3oGKJ_hKYta12YY7F4RGwjxIDiQhLfBYkeb836TUB2p-hKSkcXOyysm-sr6Qvh84j0qga94fgktCSAqFNypw9B_Xc0f5dlvRoQsWCm1gHr6dm1LdHO3FieFJNQe16qCYe6y/s898/VanGogh_1887_Selbstbildnis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="898" data-original-width="712" height="392" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKzxznbEWyW9eRLJovfk7PMMoHRi0QNz3asuESOcJ0IDkdecjtWLdYvNMN3oGKJ_hKYta12YY7F4RGwjxIDiQhLfBYkeb836TUB2p-hKSkcXOyysm-sr6Qvh84j0qga94fgktCSAqFNypw9B_Xc0f5dlvRoQsWCm1gHr6dm1LdHO3FieFJNQe16qCYe6y/w312-h392/VanGogh_1887_Selbstbildnis.jpg" width="312" /></a></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Author: Vincent Van Gogh</span></i></div><div>Image: Self-Portrait<a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:VanGogh_1887_Selbstbildnis.jpg"> (here)</a></div><div><br /></div><div>It’s all about face<br />An image so sacred</div><div><br /></div><div>A portrait of one</div><div>Where there are </div><div>No takers to others on earth</div><div>Even identical twins are different<br /><br />In physical looks<br />A person is one and only<br />No two persons resemble another<br />How so unique<br />How so sublime<br /><br />The wonder of nature<br />Providence has a hand<br />But let nature take its course<br />The individual<br />Is unto himself<br />It’s his domain<br />It’s him to savour<br />It’s him to take cognizance<br />A look in the mirror<br /><br />The portrait of a mother’s pride<br />And no one to dispute!</div><div><br /></div><div>Bjorn at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/09/14/open-link-night-346-september-live-edition/">d'Verse</a> OLN Live September</div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-71235794147162276112023-09-04T07:57:00.001-07:002023-09-04T08:08:17.191-07:00What's of a best friend?<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqd5uoLzqU823s5waKAfocIq1DvYRnRvwrqung2Tva_atQlhkziExCXrJ3jclBr4KVne02gjX8GcW9lJ1Nggs9sPnxiHJODpygJ4newnqWukS8JB_vUbQ0XUdFa5FFpklVtKwXbZi5hWT__gssVcq1xQP0mPp6R9ZiSm_RFOAd11gKE_V8dMw1oV0td7P/s341/Beakaaaa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="155" data-original-width="341" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqd5uoLzqU823s5waKAfocIq1DvYRnRvwrqung2Tva_atQlhkziExCXrJ3jclBr4KVne02gjX8GcW9lJ1Nggs9sPnxiHJODpygJ4newnqWukS8JB_vUbQ0XUdFa5FFpklVtKwXbZi5hWT__gssVcq1xQP0mPp6R9ZiSm_RFOAd11gKE_V8dMw1oV0td7P/s320/Beakaaaa.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Image: 1 The Beak - An Acrylic abstract<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitnX8X0YT9GGDgtgOdUZ0idXY8GOcvpnKZVtkcEIFf4ixbmxb73U_TS1OYjHzYA3HJohjFQSeAu6U0q-AZUlgUCdXvWcymTZYDcYoippWPfQS-EyRf0AyfL_ZL1TmpyC3wCGR4t4xDtEIGgYgOSc4rclRSjedPYbNydKXKNuA6cbvpymBUujF0fBc3U18w" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="485" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitnX8X0YT9GGDgtgOdUZ0idXY8GOcvpnKZVtkcEIFf4ixbmxb73U_TS1OYjHzYA3HJohjFQSeAu6U0q-AZUlgUCdXvWcymTZYDcYoippWPfQS-EyRf0AyfL_ZL1TmpyC3wCGR4t4xDtEIGgYgOSc4rclRSjedPYbNydKXKNuA6cbvpymBUujF0fBc3U18w" width="320" /></a></div><div>Image: 2 An Okra - A Pastel sketch</div><div><br /></div>Images; Hank's creations done sometime ago</div><div><br /></div>What is going on? <div>What about it of having </div><div>a best friend</div><div><br /></div><div>Not all the time by your side<br />Though ever willing </div><div>To give a helping hand</div><div>To extend empathy </div><div>with a shoulder to cry on</div>Feisty little darling in good times<br />Meddlesome sometimes <br />invariably an irritant<div>but a joy to be around with<div><div><div><div><br />What is it of the worst </div><div>kind of best friend<br />Sneaking with a Brutus’ ploy<br />To stab in the back<br />Or a Cassius’ stance<br />Of every suspicious character</div><div><br />But one of my best friends </div><div>who is more than all that!</div><div>Extending inspiration<div>Stroke by stroke in richness<br />Colourful in softness<br />Fulfillment of gaps and emptiness<br /><br />Just waiting <br />Of various types and stature<br />not answering back<br />nor biting when angered<br />to be dipped and splashed freely<br /><br />Ever willing to capture my imagination<br />In hues rich in colour<br />Though often times<br />I was guilty of leaving them alone<br />seething with neglect<br /><br />But a best friend always by my side!</div></div></div><div>My faithful paint brushes</div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Sherry's at <a href="https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/2023/06/youtube-video-player.html">What's </a>Going On.</div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-2201844460560328572023-08-31T18:59:00.003-07:002023-08-31T18:59:58.236-07:00living the fast lane that of a stuntman <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-FvmG_v8bvBm70kme_HxPexVT45rclLSek02ANO_ST8VheJrS3cP56B9yT2ezRiAZSNLWKN6B6-_UlUpVzZmhc4HXd6dKpCC9s4NMmwkRn5r0KO6z-t5ca6BGqg0pzReoNU8m5EEuJeubazxnody2zsNtKi-VX4toLziGbQI2lP3CaJvtADxu3qu6gXnZ/s1024/Stunt_1298471366.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="407" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-FvmG_v8bvBm70kme_HxPexVT45rclLSek02ANO_ST8VheJrS3cP56B9yT2ezRiAZSNLWKN6B6-_UlUpVzZmhc4HXd6dKpCC9s4NMmwkRn5r0KO6z-t5ca6BGqg0pzReoNU8m5EEuJeubazxnody2zsNtKi-VX4toLziGbQI2lP3CaJvtADxu3qu6gXnZ/w542-h407/Stunt_1298471366.jpg" width="542" /></a><br /><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Author: Yannick Croissant</span></i></div><div>Image: A Stunt Show <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Stunt_1298471366.jpg">(here)</a></div><div><br /></div>Taking cautionary steps on a lazy afternoon<br />To avoid daring acts dangerous to perform<br />Just easy, nothing wild and not to take to heart<br />No negative comments that might likely disrupt<br /><br />Wanting an assurance of an impression<br />Would not be lighting fires without reasons<br />Rather living the fast lane that of a stuntman<br />To rest awhile if caught in tight situations<br /><br />'Fasten the seat belts' a good escape clause<br />A good reason to feel reassured to a cause<br />Nothing untoward would likely to appear<div>If carefully nurtured to care for any fear</div><div><br /></div><div>Grace at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/31/openlinknight-345/">d'Verse</a> openlinknight-345/</div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-11160961935246521672023-08-29T18:06:00.002-07:002023-08-29T18:10:59.092-07:00siblings faithfully all in single file<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FxU-Y_hVv3fsj4jWdjJ3TyVgsOpAIn4TsKQ8hlMS2DetfoBQaEzJVNmiSva-Dgi3dSIq9Aw_25GTrbhR0-KZLK_nZw_n2P1G5IVSDVPjgkYMoplsU-gYXNie3toKwa56npeuruLeKS93rAgecAQM9eMUu30o0koQzqX4okrgdxHq-W0rnKtcyrTRZaVl/s640/Single_file_please%5E_-_geograph.org.uk_-_1037810%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5FxU-Y_hVv3fsj4jWdjJ3TyVgsOpAIn4TsKQ8hlMS2DetfoBQaEzJVNmiSva-Dgi3dSIq9Aw_25GTrbhR0-KZLK_nZw_n2P1G5IVSDVPjgkYMoplsU-gYXNie3toKwa56npeuruLeKS93rAgecAQM9eMUu30o0koQzqX4okrgdxHq-W0rnKtcyrTRZaVl/w435-h326/Single_file_please%5E_-_geograph.org.uk_-_1037810%20(2).jpg" width="435" /></a></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Author: Oxyman </span></i></div><div>Image: Highly tutored to reduce frictions <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Single_file_please%5E_-_geograph.org.uk_-_1037810.jpg">(here)</a></div><div><br /></div><div>siblings faithfully all in a single file<br />mother's insistence to be six in a row<br />seemed inclined to test the waters<br />but rooted along their narrow domains<br /><br />not moving neither were they spent</div><div>breaking rules were strictly not tolerated<br />tattered in thoughts a swan's dilemma<br />no sibling rivalry overtaking to snatch victory<br />nor throw a sly spin to make one to retreat<br /><br />A curved passage could offer alternatives<br />but caught in the middle of a problem<br />avoiding any nerve-wracking intrusion</div><div>freedom to choose was no free holiday </div><div><br /></div><div>Paean's at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/29/poetics-siblings-the-ties-that-bind-and-gag/">d'Verse </a>Poetics</div><div>siblings-the-ties-that-bind-and-gag/</div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-79104221313895870962023-08-25T02:59:00.002-07:002023-08-25T03:11:26.696-07:00Autumn begging to be appreciated<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2brObg-CERiPPx2l7KJh0YSL1Gd-OsLKc2OzcUBRdKWy6eUEJzT65rRyQjwj_uOCP0NXh6_eeJ1qMmhzvgXMRdl4LOV36eMmAljCnlcygX7pDu_735AzTlWbuFp4Y3uamccSQxLpnG0iwWTwNGuIXGSTiZuwiY54jbuT2RFFh9nsHNODsBmDmM-4RPbPw/s1200/Vake_Park,_Tbilisi_City,_Georgia_Country,_autumn_Season_03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="675" data-original-width="1200" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2brObg-CERiPPx2l7KJh0YSL1Gd-OsLKc2OzcUBRdKWy6eUEJzT65rRyQjwj_uOCP0NXh6_eeJ1qMmhzvgXMRdl4LOV36eMmAljCnlcygX7pDu_735AzTlWbuFp4Y3uamccSQxLpnG0iwWTwNGuIXGSTiZuwiY54jbuT2RFFh9nsHNODsBmDmM-4RPbPw/w424-h238/Vake_Park,_Tbilisi_City,_Georgia_Country,_autumn_Season_03.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Author: Mostafameraji</span></i></div><div>Image: Autumn at Vake Park, Tbilisi City, Georgia (<a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Vake_Park,_Tbilisi_City,_Georgia_Country,_autumn_Season_03.jpg">here</a>)</div><div><br /></div>Autumn begging to be appreciated<br />Did well as a transition from warm to cold<br />To accord succulent fruits to be harvested<br />With perhaps a whole turkey into the fold<br /><br />Chill of winter waving, blue of sky greyish<br />Many resigned to less hectic of activities<br />Halloween invented to liven up as a wish<br />Perceived melancholy seemed unhealthy<br /><br />Holidays ended back to school for young ones<br />Lively sporting season built up to a crescendo<br />Major league games wrapped up within the months<div>To be mentally prepared for 'hibernation' woes</div><div><br /></div><div>Magaly at <a href="https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2023/08/muscle-memory.html">Poets and Story</a>tellers United </div><div>Friday Writings #91: - <i>muscle memory</i></div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1980374748220249244.post-79990226475137468692023-08-24T17:58:00.002-07:002023-08-24T18:00:06.726-07:00Holding hands, pitching a wish<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3_m81KxkRCl-pEELA0gCX4ocHgdia3yeKPn6fUhuilCgucmtTpletGZVMysGIVBcCmzfx-T59nsZIS-Qgqg9YrDgZKRYzoHTDMUMG80g32fxh9JcCr6WJkUJ96tHSgbHbOfRANusNDLqza0cL_gEhwMjaMdZDZsDEGM4Qe7pviFgXeRlz7EeNLKRGD9D/s1200/1200px-Crew_2016-01-10_(Unsplash_xCmvrpzctaQ)%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="801" data-original-width="1200" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif3_m81KxkRCl-pEELA0gCX4ocHgdia3yeKPn6fUhuilCgucmtTpletGZVMysGIVBcCmzfx-T59nsZIS-Qgqg9YrDgZKRYzoHTDMUMG80g32fxh9JcCr6WJkUJ96tHSgbHbOfRANusNDLqza0cL_gEhwMjaMdZDZsDEGM4Qe7pviFgXeRlz7EeNLKRGD9D/w457-h306/1200px-Crew_2016-01-10_(Unsplash_xCmvrpzctaQ)%20(2).jpg" width="457" /></a></div><div><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Author: Crew crew</span></i></div>Image: Such Bliss (<a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Crew_2016-01-10_(Unsplash_xCmvrpzctaQ).jpg">here</a>)<br /><div><br /></div><div>The world whirled slowly by<br />Medley of forms and activities<br />Some accepted some on the sly<br />And many others of mediocrity<br /><br />Many who planned to procure<br />Executed them with perfection<br />But some just failed to endure<br />Unashamedly await for salvation<br /><br />Oblivious to what transpired<br />The outside world was no bother<br />Adhering to whims and desires<br />Young couples aligned their rudder<br /><br />In a world of their own venture<br />Holding hands, pitching a wish<br />Time stood still pristine in nature</div><div>Have we elders not savoured such bliss?</div><div><br /></div><div>Lillian at <a href="https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/24/its-time-for-oln-live-again/">d'Verse </a> OLN-live-again/</div><div><div><br /></div></div>kaykualahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03240206222973305395noreply@blogger.com4