Carry on, beyond!

 

                                                               Attribution: Mononomic
Image: Contemporary poster
Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

To carry on right through

Doing things one normally do

Not to be outdone by distractions

Affecting one’s  traction

Say, like walking early morning

Savoring the cool of the surrounding

Extending the feel of freedom

Pushing the mind

beyond!

The chirping of birdsongs

Rekindling,  righting the wrongs

A melody in the brush

Not asking so much

Are we not able

Not to be saddled

With irritants

Bugging our minds

beyond?

Man with his idiosyncrasis

Forever in a crisis

Amid questions and confusion

Clawing for solutions

Life with all its permutations

Leading on and to carry on

beyond!

Written for Mary's Poetry Jam with prompt 'to carry on..'

The Bard

                                                                               Attribution: Darjac

Image: On a Postage Stamp
Sourced through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Note: With sincere apologies to the Bard

All the world’s a stage-coach, let’s rob it!

Try to become a modern day Robin the Hood

Take some but share out the rest of the loot

All will be happy all parties benefiting

Isn’t it the crass and nature of sharing?

To be, or not to be, that is not the question

The question is to decide outright and act

The strength of purpose and will to crack

Will goad others to muster their courage

And move the world on a faster pace

But, for my own part, it is Greek to me

Flair for language brings it to a higher level

Prompting others to try and dabble

Swahili or Urdu are just as beautiful

As English or American are just as useful

The course of true love never did run smooth

Hustlers abound at every corner is a concern

Preying on the gullible and the innocents

Hard-hearted and mean the order of the day

Young or old, hustlers do not choose their prey

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou

Forever the bayings of a love-sick cow

Never seem to learn but betrayed by all

Frustrated and angry having missed the buck

But still insisting on pushing their luck

Written for Susan's hosting at Real Toad on something Shakespearean for a birthday in April
and Brian's hosting at d'Verse's Open Link Nights

Cherry Blossom

                                                                            Attribution: Sakurai Midori
Image: Ukon, white cherry blossom

A fleeting moment

to be savored. All good things

are not permanent

Waves of white herald

beauty in fragility

faithfully in time

Cherry blossom white

Spectacle of joy fulfils

an annual yearning

Written for Chev's haiku at CARPE DIEM #33 the cool rain. Shared with Kerry's at Real Toad's Open Link Monday

Shades

Image:1 It is 4a.m. in front of the Nabawi Mosque in Madinah. The worshippers are
on their way to perform the morning prayers (Subuh) within about 45 mins. The main
entrance to the Mosque is on the left. Notice the giant shades in the background are folded

Image:2 It is 1.23pm The afternoon prayers (Zohor) had just been completed about 1 hr
ago. The crowd has thinned out and walking away from main entrance on the left.
Notice the shades are now wide open. Those areas not covered by the shades are extremely hot

Image:3  It is 5.50p.m. The worshippers are in the shade. Notice the giant shades are
now wide open shielding them from the hot sun

Note: Continuing the series from Hank's recent trip

Shadows create the creeps

in certain situations

when one is alone

But shadows can be

a savior from the searing

heat.  It provides shade

Holds true recently

The faithful spared, accorded

much needed comfort

Written for Haiku Heights Day 22 with prompt 'shadows'

The Umrah

 Image:1 The twin minarets of the Grand Mosque, The Masjidil Haram in Makkah

 Image:2 My darling daughter Azlin in the Grand Mosque in front of the Kaabah

Image:3 The group from NAZA WORLD ably led by En Zakaria, standing 6th from the left. Hank is standing 2nd from the right

Hank was away for 2 weeks to perform the Umrah, a pilgrimage
to the Holy Land.  It was a hectic sojourn of physical endurance.
Other major religions have their own versions of pilgrimage, to the
St Peter’s Basilica, the Ganges and Jerusalem  to name a few.
Hank had gone through a revelation of a journey fulfilled just as much.

It’s a journey of fulfillment tinged with religious rituals and
endurance that are satisfying despite age being a factor. There’re
so many episodes and observations that Hank proposes to
chronicle in a series of postings subsequent to this.

Fulfilling a call
Journey to the Holy Land
With humility

Serious abandon
Prostrating to Godliness
Supplicating self

Abundance to see
Providence’s Greatness first hand
Satisfied yearnings

Written for Haiku Height's Day 21 Open Prompt Sunday

Leo

                                                                           Attribution to Samit pannani

Image: Lion in Masai mara

Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Leo lion-hearted

Plays it smart with heart of gold

Hank proud to be one

Written for Chev's CARPE DIEM #164 with prompt, Zodiac Leo

Note:    Leaving April 07

            For a sojorn

            of  2-week duration

            Not connecting

            As such no postings 

            or commenting
            for the time-being

            Cheers!

             Hank

       

An Irony of Life

                                                                                Attribution to Bubamara
Image: A Half Pint Black Toast of Happiness
Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

'It’s going to fun, I know it will'

A contributor to the organization

For umpteen years, rise up the ladder

Knowledge abound and knowledge extended

Rewarded for the faith in serving

an employer of a gem
given to appreciating good attitudes

And in return were facing challenges

together as a team

He had given his all as a model employee

He would be retiring and no more tensions

No more deadlines, no more office politics

No more bother and he was going to be free!

Hooray!  Lots of freedom

My time is all for myself

Hooray! I’m far from all the drudgery

So he thought!

He had retired now for 3 months

It was heavenly, no worry

He had built up a modest nest egg

He would go for a pleasure cruise

Travels, see the world

Do his own thing!

He remembered it very well

It was fun when it lasted
But only for a month after retirement

He suddenly felt bored

The challenges he had before

were no more. He felt restless
got in the way of others

much to the point of a nuisance

He almost gave up on life

until one day, his loving spouse
who saw the predicament

came by to him and said

‘You have lots of time on your hand

You thought retirement can take it all

Retirement can, but only to a point’

What an irony! Being free but being bored

His loving spouse then came up with a brilliant suggestion

‘Why not start blogging?’

Yes, so it is!

Written for Victoria, hosting at d'Verse with a challenge to write on - irony

A Speed Fiend

Half squinting blinded by the lights

and not really aware of a near miss

It could have been disaster if not for

his quick reflects. It’s hazardous and

risky for one to be on the road alone

these days.  It wears one off!  If there is no

valid reason to move around in the night

arguably it’s a better option to just stay

 home where one is king

Practically everyone  else on the road

is in a hurry, day or night. A dangerous

overtaking just barely a few minutes ago

and one meets him at the next stop  

sitting pretty enjoying a cool drink

Worst it may be a mangled wreck  that

one meets if they are not careful.

No reason why they need to risk their

necks and throw caution to the winds

If they need to show they can lick everyone

else with  their prowess behind the wheel

do so without endangering others. Join a

club of like interest with others can be

an outlet to let off steam

Otherwise it’s a mockery of the saying

‘the good die young’

Written for 3WW with the words , squint, argue and lick, 

Mothers

                                                     Between Heaven and Hell 1989 by Jecek Yerka

Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag

Nature’s way of ensuring life’s being

Baby’s wailings are sure signs of

either the diapers need changing

or hunger is forcing an issue

Moms, the mobile kitchen are always

at hand. Mom comes running to appease anger

Infants are spared of pangs of hunger

But not for long as change of diet

requires a proper kitchen besides

breast-feeding, warmth and loving care

Early in life the kitchen is seen as an

unequalled savior in the household,

a sanctuary for  mothers to hone her culinary

skills, useful in the long run to ease off from

breast-feeding, or to whip up a quickie snack

for the growing-up years and to stack up the

 ‘fridge and warmers ready for the fast moving

teenagers.  All the while in the background

though, expectation is high from the head of the

household who may sometimes be more

demanding.  An intelligent lady ought to

make adjustments to keep the cries of

empty stomachs within wraps

That’s the reason why mothers are invented

and kept busy!

Note: Apologies all round! Can't thank mothers enough for being there when we need them!

Written for Tess' Magpie Tales #162

Elvis the King

                                                                         Attribution to MGM Inc
Image: Elvis Promoting Jailhouse Rock
Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Twins Jesse Garon Presley and Elvis Aaron Presley
were born on Jan 08 1935 but  the elder Jesse
was still-born. Elvis went on to be ‘The King’
and dominated the world music scene

He had wanted a bicycle or a gun for his birthday
But he got a guitar, a less costly alternative

But what a blessing it was and music was not
the same since

‘That’s All Right’ reportedly meant for his mother’s
birthday topped the charts and opened the way
for others beginning 1953. Inspired by  Bill Hayley’s
Rock Around the Clock which was No.1 on the Charts
in 1954 he never looked back.  What masterly
good fortune that he found  ‘rock and roll’ bursting
onto the scene at the same time as that of his singing.

Blessed with good looks and the African-American
voice of Rhythm and Blues, the music world was at
his bidding. By 1956 he had 8 singles as No.1 on the US
Charts. Among the notable ones were Heartbreak Hotel, Don’t
Be Cruel, Hound Dog, Love Me Tender and All Shook Up

Riding on his popularity,  he got onto the silver screen
with Love Me Tender (1956) Jailhouse Rock (1957) and
Blue Hawaii (1961) More hits on the Charts and more films
followed. His gyrations on stage and young girls swooning
at  Elvis the Pelvis (a handle he abhorred) kept the 60’s and
70’s on high. But ‘on high’ at this time was not just a buzz word
but also a bad word in the entertainment world. The drug scene
initially seen as an exclusive and accepted phenomena later
was viewed with disdain and condemned many talented
artists into oblivion and early death.

Most unfortunately The King was no exception.  Prescribed  by his
physician it meant it was ok to Elvis. It was thought to be so! But
not so.

He was more depressed when his former bodyguards who
had close access to him wrote a tell-all book on his drug habit

Elvis was found comatose on his bed on Aug 16 1977 apparently
following a heart attack brought on by drug abuse for a long period
of time. It was most unfortunate that it happened at a young age of 42

Despite that  he could still top the charts posthumously with
singles JailhouseRock (2002) One Night (2005) and
It’s Now or Never (2005) among others!

Hail the King!

Note: I didn't bring this posting to other means, dimensions or tweak it
as suggested by Mary 'cos one wouldn't unnecessarily mess around with
the King. Actually I didn't manage to do it and kept it factual to be safe

Mary hosting at de’Verse Poetics – Modern Day Mythology want us to write
on a character we admire

Bride-to-be

Image: The bride-to-be

A             Heard say there were suitors for my niece’s hand

B             Holding on to conservative values

B             Parents took center stage, decided the dues

A             Daughter happy with choice of the good man

A             The family circle were informed then

B             Everyone lauded the happy news

B             My niece took it within her and just mused

A             Demure and pretty, ever confident

C             Date was fixed and things started to move fast

D             Then more good news, younger sister was wooed

E             Grand double quite certain in the offing

C             Wedding dress, venue,  guests, food, a  grand blast

D             Friends, relatives even the neighborhood

E             Would make it a grand fairy tale wedding

Note: 1. Image of younger sister is unfortunately not available
          2. A traditional wedding here would invariably involve not just the extended
              family but also the neighbors.

Sam at d'Verse is hosting Forms for All, with suggestions of creating a sonnet.
I've adopted the ABBA-ABBA-CDECDE rhyming structure and maintaining the 10-syllable count

No. #1

No. #1!
Everybody take notice
Been lots of fun!
A slight hiccup but nothing’s amiss
I’m staking my claim
for my numero uno
I’ve been away lately
but not any more

Now I’ve got it back!
It’s sweet seeing all others
Vying for the same
It’s all in the game
One has to go for it
Fun of winning
Is not an easy thing
It may be a little pain
But there are lots of gain
One must have the passion
With all the gumption
Of a champion

No. #1! No.# 1!
It sure is fun!
I’m back!
Don’t forget that!

Gleefully these are perhaps
what ran through his mind
Words befitting  of a sports icon
Tiger Woods has returned
to the top of world ranking
Tiger replaces Rory Mc Illroy
As World No.1 when he won
The Arnold Palmer Invitational
Over the week-end!

Note: It is usual and expected that Tiger is at the World's No.#1 ranking. He was there before!
(I hope this can meet Mary's prompt 'usual and unusual' at Poetry Jam)

                                                               Attribution to Molly A Burgess
Image: Tiger teeing off at the Congressional Country Club, Bethesda, Maryland
Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Written for Kim's hosting at Poets United with prompt Verse First 'passion' and Mary's hosting at Poetry Jam with prompt 'usual and unusual'

Shunto (Spring Lanterns)

                                                                                     Attribution to Fa2f

Image: Decorative Multi-colored Lanterns

Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Spring lantern flickers

Swaying  slightly in the breeze

On  a lovingly warm night

The owl stood its ground

Wisely with a commanding

view of life below

A Japanese fare

Innocence of evening

Sipping light sake

Written for Chev' haiku at CARPE DIEM #154 with prompt Spring Lantern and d'Verse OpenLinkNight week #89

Haru ta (Spring Paddy Fields)

                                                                             Attributed to Namanegara
Image: Green Paddy Fields
Source:  Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Coolness of weather

Expanse of greenery of

nature undisturbed

By the  late spring a

vigorous growth rate ensures

sturdy stalks stand tall

Staple food to those

In the East supporting large

population growth

Deft use of chopsticks

Cleverly held by fingers

for way of eating

Written for Chev's haiku at CARPE DIEM #153 with prompt Late Spring Paddy and shared with  Kerry's hosting at Real Toad's Open Link Monday

Future Twin Godfathers

                                                                        Photo by Rene Magritte

Image: Courtesy of Tess' Mag

Moments in time of varied capture

Fleeting through in a blinding flash

Or tip-toeing slowly for all at leisure

In between a quick and random dash

Moments in time of aggressive runs

Surreptitiously vying for some privacy

Crude may it seem but two young guns

Creating a power  base  in all simplicity

Moments in time of a street fighter

Who had to survive with his wits intact

Scrimping and looking for the better

Instinct his weapon strong as yet

Seeing double  is a worked out decoy

Reflection here is a planned deception

Terrible twins are known to destroy

To achieve the duo’s wicked ambitions 

Written for Tess’ Magpie Tales #161 and shared with One Single Impression #265 with prompt - moment and Poets United's Poetry Pantry #143

Cracks

                                                                            Attribution to Hannes Grobe

Image: Desiccation Cracks in Dried Sludge

Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Get cracking, go for it!

Get moving crack the whip

But crackpots crave for some fun

Smoking crack a tragedy in the sun

Cracking software a test of wills

Cracked copies risking the bill

Crack a code

That’s a big load

Crack at the job

Shows a big flop

Crack a safe

Not nicely made

A crack shot

Is all that’s required

Not cracking under pressure

Lawyers knocking at the defendant’s composure

Driving’s  a real pleasure

If not cracking 70 miles per hour

Crackdown on speeding

To rope them in

At the crack of dawn
Lots of movements
Cracking the time
To earn a living

A crack shot with lots of potential

Crack at the job is very essential

Crack in the head working like a dog

And cracking up from overwork

Written for Fireblossom's Friday at Real Toads: The Cracks In Everything

Who?

Looks can be deceiving

You may not have seen me

But my reputation precedes me

You would have heard of me

It’s all attributed to my looks

You probably would have conjured

something different. I’ve been thought

to be very beautiful not that I’m not. But

I’ve been known to be brightly and

loudly colored. Splashes of green, red

and blue are generously part and

parcel of my kind. I’m known to hunt

for my keeps in that unusual way

I hunt not on land nor do I consume

little insects or berries. I go for the

big kill, sometimes bigger than me.

And another thing! I’m not a swimmer

but I can zero in and dive into murky

waters to get what I want

Look at me! You think I’m what I am?

A kingfisher?

Yes, I’m a kingfisher from the Amazons and this

is how I look. Not that colorful but a

Kingfisher no less.

                                                                                   Attribution to Lip Kee Yap

Image: An Amazon Kingfisher 

Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Anna at d’Verse’s Meeting the Bar had suggested on writing of a persona of something.

I’ve not seen what Anna had explained but I’ve taken the lead from Brian’s posting.
I wonder if this is correctly assumed.

Icon in the Making

                                                                             Attributed to Neelix
Image: A male winner
Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

There she was, lithe and supple gracefully

walking.

She walked past ignoring all the quiet whispers

Not really aware and not really bothered of the

impending outcome. She held her own, an iconic

being bent on doing her own thing. She felt edgy

but that was only natural. She had gone through this

far and there was no turning back. Her mother’s words

rang true. Go for it baby! Remember the tigress had

woken from her lair, she reminded her. She walked

slowly gingerly taking soft steps aware of the threats

all around her. It had been a few seasons where the

weaker sex was blithely proven to be weak. Mindful

of the burden of choice she was carrying  she proceeded.

There had not been a lady winner these

last few seasons and she stood to stake her claim.

This was to be a psyche game. Who was there to say

of how she was going to fare. One must have a golden voice.

That was all she knew.

She walked on to the stage, the lights were blinding. The

crowd roared and there were lots of clapping. She was

faintly aware of the judges.

She was ready with her number. She had nothing to lose

That was how it felt, she thought. 

The few seconds before they took to the mike

at the America Idol! 

Written for 3WW with words lithe, iconic and edgy and shared with d'Verse OpenLinkNight week#88

Aomugi (Green Barley)

                                                                                  Attributed to Dfsp spirit

Image:  Rows of Green Barley

Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Enchanting rows

Soft green, idyllic, wholesome

and kind to the eyes

The morning dew stuck

like pearls of sparkling crystals

swaying in the breeze

Billed most nutritious

supplement, cover against

nature’s impending ills

Written for Chev's haiku at CARPE DIEM #148 with prompt Aomugi (green barley). Shared with Kerry's hosting at Open Link Monday at Real Toads

Micro Fiction

Image:  Courtesy of Grandma's Goulash

Laundering your smile

so lavishly.So happy

today!

Yes,I am

Your goggles so

sweet

So are yours

Two hearts together

and everything

that's nice

(140 characters)

as counted through Design215

Grandma’s Goulash aka Linda at Succinctly Yours challenged us to write a Micro Fiction not exceeding 140 characters based on the pic provided above. To include the word – launder  where possible

Anaconda

                                                               Author: Image Attributed to LA Dawson
Image: A Green Anaconda
Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Green with envy seeing
one so big. It is one of
the longest big snakes

Olive green with black
blotches along its body
Reason it is ‘green’

Frightening to hear
Can swallow humans whole just
not for the squeamish

‘Anaconda’ with
its three sequels created
that horror feeling

March seventeenth, a
remembrance to snakes driven
out of Irish lands

Happy St Patrick's Day!


Written for K's hosting at d'Verse with all things green and shared
with Poets United's Poetry Pantry # 142

Feeding Time

                                                                       Author: Attribution to H Dahlmo
Image 1: Feeding giraffe at the Giraffe Center outside Nairobi. Kenya
Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Ho-hum!

Where are they now?

Normally on time, ah!

finally! Need to stretch my neck

for this!

                                                               Author: Attributed to Snjeschok
Image 2: A Camel in a Zoo
Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Thirsty?

No!  Hungry?  yes!

Not complaining but not

fair. Lots of food here but just a

morsel?

                                                                 Author:  Attributed to Cesar Astudillo
Image 3: The White Thingy is a Fish
Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Feeding

motivates. An

incentive to react

Trainers  reward good performance

It works

Tony is hosting  at d’Verse with Forms for All - a cinquain (a form that has a syllabic count of 2,4,6,8 and 2) 

Flowers

                                                                Author: Attributed to Andre Karwath
Image: A Few Primulas of the species Primula Hortensis
Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Flowers that will not wait
for the snow to steal away
its strength,  its fate
sealed when led astray

Likeness of  adaptations
Clusters of low brush
Twisted in its elation
Taking the silent roar of the vast
wooded jungle of thorn saplings
Stout-stemmed twisted but strong
slowly, zigzagging

A picture of sensibility
To survive, stealing the sun
to glow in a phony
protocol of the wayward son

Flowers that employ the wind
To garner support to retain
its beauty, an outright sin
but for a good cause without restrain

A thing of beauty
In all its tenacity!

Kerry's hosting had De Jackson of Whimsy Gismo  to compile for Real Toads
a Botanical wordlist and phrases for us to use in a poem. We can adopt one or as many
as we want. I had taken a few (in italics) in this verse. Thanks Kerry and De Jackson!

Nature's Wrath

                                                                    Author: Original upload by Fir002

Image: Turbulent Skies

Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

Provocatively dark

Swirling in motions not likely

to find a solution

Turbulent skies

Pugilistic

Uncharitable, undeterred

Volatile in its make

Ready to unleash

the power within

Underlings on earth

Preparing a defense

Against an expected

stormy encounter

The Heavens falling!

Be it snow, rain, hailstones

Blizzards and sandstorms
The Heaven's warning!
Volcanic eruptions,earthquakes
and tsunami

Global warming!

Retribution demands

a correction to ills of human folly

Repent!

Written for Claudia's at d'Verse OpenLinkNight week#87

Warmth

                                                             Author: Attributed to Ryan Linton

Image: The Grand Canyon from the Desert View Watch Tower

Source:  Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

A serene visual

Three layered blended within

pulsating colors

Mid-spring facade set

in motion feelings of awe

Ostensibly cool

Not so, one of the

Seven Wonders carved out by

the Colorado

Seventeen million

years snaking through Death Valley

ever eroding

Written for Chev’s CARPE DIEM #142 daily haiku with prompt -serene-. Shared with Kerry's at Real Toads's Open Link Mondays and Mary's Poets United's Poetry Pantry #141

Peace

                                                                   Author: Attributed to Robin Gosnall 
Image: Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland
Source: Courtesy of Tess' Mag

A very quiet beach
Devoid of human forms
Early morning mist
Nor other animal movements

Except for the slow lashing
of the lazy waves on the shore
In the distance glistening
As a glass sheet crystal clear

Peaceful as it is!

The same cannot be said
Of what's around the local scene
The crime wave driving us mad
Of profiteers ever so mean

It's no better globally
Power play against the weak
Those not affected take it lightly
'Not in my backyard' we play it meek

Peace clamored for!

The beach is ever so peaceful
Semblance of regulated nature's ways
Not readily offered in a world of plentiful
Where greed and high handedness held sway

Peace so elusive!

Written for Tess' Mag #159

At a Loss!

                                                                            Author: Attribution to JLPC

Image: Crossroads, Charente, France

Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

He is still at a loss

He thought he had it made

It all seemed too easy

None as to be that complicated

She had said ‘yes’

He had known her that long

Now this!

Why?

Why did she change her mind?

Standing at the crossroads

This is a challenge

He has learnt that much

about her to know her

He has to bid his time

He has to give her time

It is only fair

She had gone through so much herself

He had not been that easy a guy

to be with

It was easy before

But not now

He’ll be fair

He’ll give in this time

Afterall Mom knows best!

Written for Carry on Tuesday #196 with prompt – standing at the crossroads

It's Virtually Similar!

 Image:1 Lilies I think!

 Image: 2 Not sure what it's called

 Image:3 A mango

Image: 4 Papayas
Source: All images from Hank's backyard

People were more open

The people are friendly

The  food was amazing

We too have a variety

Family and friends were

 what mattered most

Agree wholeheartedly

And it’s such a boost

We lived in Oaxaca

for the first six years

We lived in P. Jaya

For just as many years

a source of writing inspiration

a likeness of environment

We live at an  elevation

of over 7, 000 feet, where

bougainvillea bloom year-round

We have similar high elevation

at Cameron Highlands where

flowers of all kinds abound

 Italian, Brazilian, Argentinean,

French, Chinese and Japanese

No lack of finding something delicious to eat

Italian, Malay, Indian, Thai, Middle Eastern

French, Chinese and Japanese

We also have a smorgasbord of treats

It’s virtually similar!

Pam at her city of Puebla

Hank at our city of Kuala Lumpur

Note: Those in italics are Pam's description of her city 

matched by almost similar elements here in our part of 

the world except that we do not have any smoking volcanoes

Victoria had invited Pam, a wonderful friend, to write about her city and we're to write about ours at d"Verse - Oh, the Places we Live!

City Park

Image: City Park
Source: Courtesy of Chev's CARPE DIEM

A most welcomed sight
Expanse of water nestled
among greenery

Coolness exudes feel
of serenity, wildlife
frolic in the sun

Unlike city folks
within a concrete jungle
and seemingly free

Written for Chev's haiku at CARPE DIEM's  imagination #3 -city park-

Moths

                                                             Photo : Attribution to Didier Descouens
Image: Madagascar Sunset Moths
Source: Licensed through Wikimedia Commons (here)

A species nocturnal in nature                    
Fluttering in the cool breeze
Of a right feel delicate in stature
Not groping in the very least

Conversant of life in the dark
Not active but graceful in movements
Skirting tree to tree bark to bark
Sedentary a while at some moments

Idyllic setting none so right
But for predators lurking in wait
May upset the quiet of the night
Caught in a skirmish and left for dead

Slow moving life forms bear the danger
Elements of the animal world's way of attrition
Risks of transfer from one perch to the other
Brutal but bears witness of natural occurrence

Written for 3WW (3WordWednesday) with words - grope,transfer and brutal