Take your curmudgeony face away from my sight
don’t tell me you are spoiling for a bare knuckle fight
I can drive you into mud
Gladly lick your ugly mug
Don’t hover around, begone! you low life!
Written for Ragtag prompts this week.
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The heart doth soar free
transcending all divisions
love’s flavours beckon
The heart doth soar free
boundaries provide breakthrough
fervour replenishes
transcends all divides
imbues dreams in vacant eyes
revives hope anew
love’s flavours beckon
joy; hesitant visitor
stamina restored
Written for Eugi’s moonwashed weekly challenge. Joining Jim’s Thursday Inspiration, Fandango’s FOWC and Ragtag’s this week’s prompts.
This troiku is inspired be Li, who writes fabulous troiku.
Whisk affair
When my mind is in a whirl
unable to stay in line
I then give my whisk a twirl
shifting focus works each time
shaky hands calmly measure
exactness begs attention
deftly effecting erasure
of the nerve-racking tension
as vanilla marries nutmeg
and butter embraces flour
I beat blues as I beat eggs
sugar counters my mood sour
My worries scatter and dart
as I wield my trusty whisk
mellowness cradles my heart
the sweet, warm smell a balmy mix
satiated sighs, leftover crumbs
are my craven heart’s refuge
when depredation makes me numb
baking, antidote to news deluge.
Written for Mel.
Nestled amongst the twigs of sleep every night
amidst stockpiled straws of stolen sunshine
adorned with knick-knacks of living
my dreams lie cushioned comfortably
ensconced within them is my fledgling poetry
Flapping tenuous wings of a new sprung idea
my verse hesitantly will start its lone flight
never ambitious enough of owning the lofty sky
striving to float free of encumbrances
then happy to home in to hospitable hearts.
Finally the darkness descended
but was pallid from tension
hidden in its sheer bosom
a column of secrets lay
quietly. Wilily waiting
for the dramatic moment
to spill animus.
the orange dawn sighed wearily
as it cleared the debris
of the quarrelsome night.
Written for David’s W3 for AJ’s prompt and for the moon washed weekly challenge.
Charlatan Luna, shining coquettishly in borrowed finery
Takes undue advantage of nature binding us in a binary
My brightness, my albatross
Her luminosity, also my cross
Paeans sung in secondary’s praise; I rue being the primary.
Ami, chose me as Poet of the week for David’s W3, for my poem Slavery.
This limerick is in response to my own challenge.
I try to read the clouds
the angry, roiling, dark ones
obscuring the opalescence of the skies
no answer forthcoming!
my fossilized pain spills over
dangling over the edge
aghast and immobilised I watch
as it coalesces and drops in a puddle.
purged but now a hollow, scorched husk
I dither, unprepared to face the empty chaos
then rain starts to fall gently
the crevices slowly begin to fill.
Written for Sadje’s wdys and Eugi’s weekly prompt.
Chauvinism’s foot pressed firmly on the reverse gear
the cycle of life hurtles at break-neck speed
back into the dark ages of yore
crushing progress in one fell swoop
Men! Strut your stuff
pick up the arms
go on a rampage
hunt down dissenters
as well as naysayers
brook no argument
cock that snook
bam! wham!
the sham of civility shattered gleefully
justice will be served
by the barrel of the gun!
Women! Cross your legs and press your knees together
you are being recast
as damsels to be disrobed
and used as a product
your body no longer yours
your life worse than chattel
barefoot with swelling belly; that’s your destiny.
Rights! What rights!
might is right
and how can the right be wrong
bring forth in this world
the unwanted
raise an army of abandoned, misfit kids
then give them the licence to hunt and gather.
Rejoice! Patriarchy rules again
we are in the war zone
fodder for the frontline
should be churned without shame
the darkness of heart
envelopes the world
maniacs are in charge
life is cherished
the living be damned!
The grainy texture of hazy memories
evokes myriad long forgotten tastes
some ambrosial, some miasmic
some that leave me pasty faced.
suspended in the half light of living
an unnamed bird flutters haplessly
singing no song of eternal hope
yet it can’t stop whirring its wings endlessly.
tonight the moon’s forehead is lined with worries
the fragrant skies will smolder throughout the night
heaving under the haze of monochromatic thoughts
the sun’s endeavour to slight the moon may never come to light.
time fades bit by bit bleeding every second
hunger throbs voraciously in my aching bones
tears gather drop by drop in the hollow of my neck
I brace myself for the colossal shadows of unknowns.
Sharing with dVerse OLN.
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