Pollution a Curse on Earth's Surface

                                                             Author:w:WP:WikiProject Climate change

Image: The Global Warming 

and Climate Change Barnstar  (here)

basic restrains on earth's surface:

earth (was cold and dry) 

water (was cold and wet)

with bloodshot eyes red with anger

at plastics and debris in dead tummies

of one-time innocence of ocean life

also of noxious fumes unseen and unfelt

but billowing waving in the breeze

still awareness is given a pushover

considering climate change is happening

progressing in the background

and not an option anymore

mankind is forgetting the danger

the trapping of the sun's warmth

of the green-house effect 

always in conversation

still a threat

but never seemed to be happening

it is slowly creeping in though

pollution 

a curse on earth's surface

Sara at d'Verse Tuesday's Poetics

-  the 4 elements

right among the many files

                                                                                            Author: anon

Image: Seaching Among the

Records (here)

why was he there 

right among the many files
he was there 

in his own domain 

which appeared cluttered 

and disorganised

immersed in his own world
in one corner 

hidden from human eyes
realities of life around him 

spinning all in a whirl
in a way 

he was mysteriously clothed 

in a shroud

surveying 

looking up the ceiling 

often for inspiration
often times left high and dry 

and empty
but when ideas did drop 

in abundance

he would realise 

a way to his sanctuary

for he would have found it

the very file that he desired

to then sit and ponder

it was there where it was shoved

on the second shelf

years ago!

Carrie's at Sunday Muse #222

noise of rain water

                                                                                             Author: Baby Devi 26

Image: Rain drops on a Glass 

Window  (here)

the 12 Wordle words:

yawn, stretch, smell, wash, 

mirror dream, clever, self, 

noise, rain, water, window

a yawn and a stretch

it had never felt this good

an earthly smell 

of a cool morning 

permeated the air 

outlining freshness

of an early cool wash

to mirror a dream of satisfaction

of a clever self imposed exile

the noise of rain water

against the glass window

was incessant music 

playing to early risers 

to welcome a new day

MMT's The Whirligig #381

Mish at d'Verse OLN #321 blast off!

A Rare Commodity - The Truth

                                                                          Author:Cranville-Smith, W., artist

Image:: The Truth Poster (1894) (here)

Spreading words of wisdom unwittingly 
prodding on an undisturbed mind

Searching for truth within which is as 
rare as shooting stars on starless nights

Unsettled bubbling ready to  wrap around 
facts breaking the hold of untruths with 

voices of reason lurking deep - for salvation

(44 words)

Mish at d'Verse with Quadrille #156

- to include the word 'wrap'

How they must have regretted it!

                                                                                  Author: anon

Image: The Good Life of Old - 1904 (here)

 she’d had it sliced away leaving a scar -  Michael Donaghy,

The ever ubiquitous cell phone  handy, hot in her hands, being manipulated
and 'abused' but loved dearly never out of sight. How did they manage to 

survive before she often wondered. It was not too long ago, her grandparents ,

parents even her elder broods how did they manage to sit around doing nothing 

with nothing in their hands. What a boring existence! 

They would have loved to be born later to be in my generation. How they must 

have regretted it.. Right?  Wrong!

Grandma would gladly counter all of her insistence of the good life of the 

younger generation. It is a make-believe world. She’d had it sliced away 

leaving a scar. but not in grandma's case. She did everything herself. She 

cooked did washings by hand planted flowers and vegetables. She did all 

that and she still managed to keep her hands clean!

(144 words)

Sarah's at d'Verse's - Prosery - slices and scars

- to write a Prose in 144 words and to include the above phrase

maintained by a willowy Girl Friday

                                                                 Author:National Archives at College Park 

Image: Pleasant but Strict Secretary (here)

the 11 of 13 Wordle words:

glum pray spirits runs lost myths  

willowy (tall, slim, and lithe) 

bones trickling growling bird

Not feeling glum but pray it  

was not just a casual encounter

Spared no efforts  to determine 

his schedule packed with 

activities was well taken care of

To uphold the spirits of strict 

principles he blocked off certain 

unnecessary runs of heavy traffic

bidding for his time

He was not lost to the myths 

of strict office discipline 

maintained by a willowy 

Girl Friday with no 

bones of contention key to 

his time management

A fever pitched day was broken

up into trickling little sectors 

to impose and maintain sanity

Too much 'growling' could result in

chapped lips pecking into 

unnecessary bird-like tendencies

Brenda's Sunday Whirl Wordle#561

It was a lone battle

                                                                                     Author: Rodney Smith

Image: Blown Away to Bits (here)

What was she to do
It was a lone battle
Fuzzy and feeling blue
It was a big muddle

Love of her life
Had frittered away
Her being nose-dived
Much to her dismay

Generous in giving her all
Nurtured of good tidings
She felt rather small
All gone with the wind

She is more guarded now
In expending her feelings
Not the way she did before

Which left her reeling

Carrie's at The Sunday Muse  #219.

giving credence to hoping against hope

                                                                                         Author: Dietmar Rabich

Image: Hoping for a Ray of Hope (here)

Sorted seen and seemingly oblivious
Of what outcome on unpaved lanes
Isn’t it out in the open, and pretty obvious
Wrought with sorrow and lots of pain!

Cast a blind eye and sadden with laughter
Regretfully betrayed in a web of intrigues
Wild flashes and staccato bursts of gunfire

Enemies within hidden but well in league

Such a delicate situation shouting out loud

Out there friends and enemies thinly disguised

Clearly giving credence to hoping against hope

To remain alert outwardly confident and wise

Rommy's at PSU's  friday writings #35 hope.

Suffice to survive on a limited stipend

                                                                                     Author: Unknown

Image:  Cover of sheet music for 

"Good luck to our boys of the allies", by Morris Manley (here)

I thought of the future, and spoke of the past - Truman Capote, 

Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.

Balanced aspiration in all fairness of class

To be happy but never to really succeed

Has life treated me badly that luck was a rare breed?

No, I have enough to come by

Though there were occasions I would cry

My wants might be limited

Confined to those that I had needed

More I would need to spend

Suffice to survive on a limited stipend

It would come a long way if able

I would desire to be more comfortable

Besides it would be something luxurious

Having more resources but not hilarious

But just able to give back to society

Not to the point of pockets being empty

Linda's at d'Verse's Poetics: 

- breakfast-at-tiffanys/

frustrations entwined

                                                                                        Author: Michael Button

Image:  Awaiting Commencement 

of the Celebrations (here)

drab rainy night  

pulsating cold weather

frustrations entwined 

the mind's undone

but celebrations

waiting in line

youngsters expecting

fun in the morrow

not the right moment

ideal setting absent

save the cause of strength 

they would fall into place later

with divine intervention

perhaps!

(44 words)

Merril at d'Verse Quadrille #155

the fast lane that of a stuntman

                           
                                                                                  Author: Русский: Вадим Кондратьев

Image: Stuntmen with their brand 

of daredevil showmanship (here)

10 of the 12 given Wordle words:
child, eye, bared claims gently settling, 

music touched, lies forgotten

Taking cautionary child steps but not slowing down

An eye to anticipate vicious corners and sharp bends 

Bared but nothing wild and not to take to heart

No negative claims expected grovelling in the mud

Wanting an assurance gently of an impression

Would  not be lighting fires without reasons

Rather living the fast lane that of a stuntman

But settling reassured if caught in tight situations

'Fasten the seat belts' a good escape clause

Music to the ears to feel confident to a cause

No lies but brave bravado to stifle opposition

Lest good upbringing and manners are forgotten 

Touched with no shooting stars likely to appear

If carefully nurtured to face up against the fears

MMT's Whirligig Wordle#378

that time stood still

                                                                                 Author: Ananian

Image: Think of your Good fortune  

Let's not go 'bananas' over it (here)

He stood there thinking

with a twisted smile
Food for your thought!

What could be wandering
In his mind that time stood still
What could he be pondering
That he stood there waiting
In his young mind
Untested with ways of the world
Thinking!

Thinking of one so dear
No, she hurt his feelings
He managed to get out fast
A sheepish smile of a jilted lover

A triumphant smile though

Not too bad!

Luck did not desert him
Won the sympathies of a rich widow

The underlying reason

He managed somehow

What could it be now?

His mind on overtime mode

Myriads of possibilities
A young mind so free
Minding his own business
‘What Me Worry’
No one to care and no one to bother

Time to work on his good fortune

A rich widow

The proverbial rich widow

The right time to work on his dreams!

No, he is not a gold-digger

Rightly perhaps a gold-seeker!

Rosemary's at P&SU:  Friday Writings #33: 

Daring to Dream

like our friendship that they sought

                                                                                      Author: Alice Donovan Rouse

Image: Walking hand in hand

invites both Admiration and Envy (here)

Memories drifted of those who dare
To times long past to times laid bare
We had the inkling I had her praised
Her image so clear I was amazed

For all that I had felt so right
Seeing every move to what were said,

All basking in the moment's limelight
Worked wonders when eyes grew bright

They were not happy seeing truly

Happiness of a couple exhibited freely
We sat silent she'd not said a word

Triumphant of our friendship that they sought

We then walked silently without a word
Amid suspicious darting eyes of sorts
Envious classmates but we let them be
We passed them by in all dignity

Sanaa at d'Verse Poetics - peer pressure

They had to live with it

                                                                                                Author: Alpha

Image: Candlelight Dinner - Earth hour (here)

10 of the 12 given words:

flame meek woman seem search 

earth creed wind cross time  

  

They enjoyed the candle-light dinner 

Amidst the flames of a romantic encounter 

Reminiscent of their courting days before

How meek a woman she was then

Allowing him to pick the occasions

right through to the locations 

It seemed right in search of perfection 

However nothing expensive 

but down to earth in determining the choices

adhering to the creed of responsibility

and frugality 

How they laughed in between songs

in a  reasonably placed restaurant

Oblivious of the crowd they could see

who even clapped and wished them well

when told it was their anniversary

However the winds of change 

came fast and quick

It did not cross their mind to witness 

This time there was no crowd

Just the two of them

to enjoy the candle-light dinner...

at home

They had to live with it

Business were down compounded 

with aspects post-pandemic

They were late in payments 

for their utilities and loans

They prayed it would not linger on 

for far too long

Otherwise it would still 

be candle-light dinner

But imposed unto them when supplies 

were disconnected for non-payment

Unlike before no more on the roll

They would have to rise to the occasion

While things were still under control 

Ingrid at d'Verse OLN 319-midsummer-edition/

Brenda's the Sunday Whirl Wordle 557

‘where every song must end’

                                                                                    Author: Sarah Whiley

Image:  Light at the end of the Lane (here)

youth and age at opposite ends 

surviving with true grit 

of the untested and young

balanced by the spirit of the experienced 

moments shared glory enhanced 

while pain endured

raw nerves employed 

of activities physical in nature

pulsing at the fast rate 

of adrenalin flow of the young

matched by the aged 

afflicted with chronic diseases

sometimes dying but ever willing to act 

like the healthy being 

stalking with a pure heart

extending a wealth of kindness 

to those blessed

mankind is not conveniently divided

for the void in between 

may well be transient

filled by elements prone 

to good intentions

but the parasites of society 

are reflected in ills of human failings

the dusk of the day brings to a finality 

failings to hide in the darkness of nights 

to commence on the morrow 

their nefarious ventures unless and until 

restrained by the arms of the law.

only then will humanity be spared 

though invariably sufferings of the deprived 

would still be sustained for another day

.

poetic justice will ultimately triumph as 

Providence is a fair Equalizer

ultimately light at the end of the tunnel

will sparkle brightly where   

at the end of the lane  

‘every song must end’

Anna at d'Verse MTB  - fall-seven-times-stand-up-eight/

Act nice and prim

                                                                                        Author: Ronald Saunders

Image:  The Good Times Together Again (here)

All those moments will be lost in time, 

like tears in rain” -Roy Batty, Blade Runner

Get on with it man, do your job

Bring out the big wrench

Hurry with it man you are no flop

You’ve shown your good sense

You’ve been at it for a long while

No muddle no fumble

You’ve been good with your guiles

And don’t stumble.... What?

The cog and wheels’ on the ground

Who could have done that!

With whom did you last have a spat

You have got to be aware

And always be prepared

Rivals can be nasty

They can play dirty

Your efforts may end up in tatters

It will make matters a lot worse

Ok, not to even things

Act nice and prim

All those moments will be lost in time 

like tears in rain

Always seek and procure

Go with the rules and procedure

Like shoes with proper laces

Things will rightly fall in place

For Providence is an equalizer

Laura at d'Verse Poetics - words-of-departure/

Captivatingly!

                                                                   Artist: Leonardo da Vinci  (1452–1519)

Image: Mona's Enigmatic Smile (here)

yearnings to find 
what could be so specific
on the natural inquisitive mind
that a Mona wannabe could speak

all of the thoughts and guiles  
the magic of da Vinci
that one succumbed just to a smile

under the spell of a mortal's ingenuity

(44 words)

Sanaa at d'Verse: Quadrille #154

-casting a poetic spell

An idea in making heads turn

                                                                                           Author: anon

Image: Pin on Pretty in Pearls  (here)

Clouds the mind bidding for a home run
The naked truth is still not very apparent
Idea in making heads turn that is the fun
Such are pretty ladies with assets to flaunt

Making waves in calm waters to provoke

Pearls entwined for roving eyes of suitors
Flirting with glee twitch of the eyes to invoke
Flurry of male response with age-old wishes

The ladies will always have the upper hand
Not much efforts to lure the unsuspecting lot
Relying on the weaker sex's hidden strengths

Talk is cheap male ego rocks to the onslaught

Carrie's at The Sunday Muse #214

symbolic of the fallen heroics

                                                                                      Author: Bengt Nyman

Image: Accepted and Not Ostracized  (here)

visually attractive akin to a 
hibiscus and just as beautiful
poppy a flower revered but sadly

on the wrong side of the law 

society regretted for making it
symbolic of the heroics of soldiers
fallen in battle before the scourge
of the drug scene became a menace   

its derivative the heroin instilled 

fear on friend and adversary alike
those deaden unto skeletal frames 

to eventually fade away after 

clawing ruefully back for a few fix 

only the few chosen made it back

successful only after a struggle in rehab

the great many others fail to make it
a futile attempt of no-return an affront 

to the human race in its bid to elicit 

some dignity still left for those forever
wanting for their daily fix instead

and they chose to remain irrelevant

Rosemary at  P&SU's Friday Writings #30: 

fix your gaze to aspire for success

                                                                                              Author: Jannes Pockele

Image:  A Loving Couple (here)

when chips are down breathe easy
fix your gaze to aspire for success 

drawn back a few notches easily

a distraction of confusion and duress

the beast in us that plays the devil
which negates the positive show of efforts   
playful and non-committal are twin evils
in the light of days spent in comfort

success is a function of time and money
twin elements that spell happiness
an epitome of honour that begets glory

planned and implemented to harness
the fruits of labor so desirous to one’s heart

not equitable to attention but the best
tools of the trade and desire are poles apart
resolve stunted by pain of failure nonetheless

Bjorn at d'Verse ; OLN #318-june-live-edition

The wonder of love

                                                                                                      Author: Lip Kee
Image: Mixed marriage. 

Can it run smooth? (here)

They had it going for quite sometime
The wonder of love did transcend the divide
Pretty little darling awesome partner for a lifetime
Providence with divine intervention had to decide

Look further on ahead, there between truth and falsehood, 

A little empty space in all innocence

Much like the receding cold months to intrude
Glorious future awaited but now abandoned

Why had it suddenly gone chilly

Ever wanting to share divergent views
Petite lady and dashing beau looking silly
Success in a union based on tested values

Could mixed marriages be given the space
To make it work and forgetting differences?
When transposed into the similarities to face

It was love the pull factor the choice solution!

Note: A Quotation: 

To include a line of  Amrita Pritam's poetry,

"Look further on ahead, there between truth 

and falsehood,  A little empty space "

Punam at d'Verse Poetics - women are people-

invoking amrita pritam/

It gets one to useful sites

                                                                                                  Author: Dreysacz

Image: Browsing Intently  (image)

Browsing is fun and simple

often relates to some things

familiar. It will catch immediate 

attention. There is a relief on 

concluding with a tinge of 

education

It may instill awareness and

wonder for those uninformed

It gets one to useful sites

not anticipated

(44 words)

Linda at d'Verse Quadrille#153

and to include - browse

Sentiments provoked

                                          
                                                                                           Author: anon

Image: Pleading for divine intervention (here)

skies opening up clouds peek out
chirping gets louder euphoria 

over welcoming the greenery of Spring

sentiments provoked to go forward
life for the asking until very recently
conflicts among the big powers 

put the smaller economies in a grim 

and vicious vice

skies inundated with military hardware

draining on cities flattened and lives lost

grains exports restricted leading to

shortage and rising prices

effects of the conflagration 

with far reaching consequences 

bad times ahead economic woes looming

Carrie's at Sunday Muse #212

a soft sigh in the misty morning

                                                                                         Author:Tanya Grant

Image: The Heightened Tuallang (here)

in the misty morning with a soft sigh 
to limber up lithe supple and stout
to rally and mimic a chime to try 
for a person who is down and out

to detect a signal perhaps rightly
suggest to look up to the sky 
and not to just walk aimlessly
kicking a pebble to keep mobile

slowly move along the road for inspiration
there is never a right nor a wrong way

to shore up the inner self's determination

into an active being early in the day

weejar's at  MLMM's Photo Challenge #414

She searched her conscience

                                                     Author:Bureau of Land Management Oregon and Washington

Image: Depressingly Red skies  (here)

She searched her conscience calmly engrossed
He left without a decent word to allay her fears
Just another gullible victim beginning to be obvious
Believing his words which now seemed spurious

The skies never been this red she recalled in dismay
Perhaps angry in sympathy with her sincere yearnings
Not to appear slovenly and unkempt during the day

Time better accorded instead to counter human failings

The compound word - daytime

Lillian at d'Verse Poetics : compound me

a gaze of wonder

                                                                                            Author: Linda Trarbach

Image: Merrily doing a selfie (here)

curiosity kills the cat
we've always been reminded 
it can lead to a spat 

that one discovers

such like life is made

a gaze of wonder 

full of amazement

moment in time laced with

memories of days long gone

unpretentious subdued and quiet

festivities post pandemic

just days before

with the end of Ramadan

now the lull before the storm

still just as quiet

recording more snapshots

no more squinting behind the lenses

but for the presence of the smart handphones

to merrily focus on selfies

where everyone are in

without having to rush back

to beat the self-timer

that was how she had captured

many years ago of herself

in precious black and white snapshots

tattered at the edges now

there are not many of these anymore

now treasured for posterity

to whet the yearnings of curiosity

Rommy's at PSU - Poets and Storytellers United.

with -  Friday Writings #26: curiosity 

bare of any pretenses of luxury

                                                                                                   Author:Wouter Engler

Image: Cramped in a Small Craft  (here)

definitely a window of opportunity
not to pass off the joys of boating
though crammed in a small craft

bare of any pretenses of luxury
and seemingly deprived 
but lots of fun to a teenager

that was a long time ago
when given the chance
what a thrill!

it was a lucky break unplanned

but was invited on board
with kaleidoscopic hallucinations then
on how it could have been a luxury yacht

it brought back memories

of that day in May
unreal in thinking perhaps

but dreaming of the good life!

Sanaa at d'Verse OLN - LIVE May Edition

Nature’s orchestra

                                                                                                  Author: Qazwsx96

Image: Fried Crickets, a Delicacy 

ready for the Palate (here)

Awakened from sleep
Wee hours of the morning
In cool mountain air

Heard from the thickets
Little creatures rarely seen

Among them crickets

Shrieks from one so small
Repeated musical sounds
Nature’s orchestra

Crunchy little things

To satisfy curious bids

But smooth down the throat

Note: A set of  Haiku

Misky at d'Verse Poetic Tuesday

bon-appetit-food-poetry

Full impact from all directions

                                                                                                Author: anon

Image: Wind swept (here)

Spring sneaked in so colourful
Greenery galore, it is
Picturesque and beautiful
Great time outdoors peaceful bliss

Cold that enveloped the mind
Was just a passing irritation
Normalcy now all the signs

Appeasing much expectations

The wind taking a cue

Full impact from all directions

Messed up all the hairdo

Lining up all the fun but forgiven 

Carrie at Sunday Muse #209

they throw tantrums in their anger of need

                                                                                               Author:Daniel Case

Image:  Children at Play  (here)

need we go far, to take a peek

to see for our own self the situation 

the upheaval affecting not just the meek

but those bashed beyond recognition

not physically but more emotionally

best liken in those of children

who exhibit feelings most naturally

of anger and bargaining without inhibitions

untold joy in having small children around

always the urge to catch one to kiss and hug

like twinkling stars of the night ever present

shrieks and shouts are music unplugged

get two together they readily communicate

in a crowd they'll bring the house down

boisterous and noisy they sometimes irritate

expected of them and not to be frowned upon

they throw tantrums in their anger of need

minders reason to instill discipline and acceptance

in reality a child of whatever bids often slips

the minders are the ones to learn compassion

Note: Delicate reasoning of anger 

and acceptance with children

Jade's in d'Verse' Poetics:  Kubler-Ross’ stages of grief