Frustrated we both,
relish times of clarity
tears remain hidden.
Frustrated we both,
relish times of clarity
tears remain hidden.
Filed under Factual, Haiku, Self compositions

Rising from the ground
the roaring, giant lantern
lifts into the air.

To escape the icy, dark, raging seas
a lone ship with all her sails lost, flees,
the crew of Her Majesty’s frigate, “Raven,”
in search of a headland, to act as haven.
One thousand fireflies
cast shadows in the meadow,
all to no avail,
darkness calls for silence though
crickets chirrup on the breeze.
While winds play cello
to the rhythm of the rain
clouds with lightning dance
Filed under Haiku, nature inspired, On the lines of romance, Self compositions, Uncategorized
A pious girl called Susan from Hay
knelt down in the church to pray
it was like every males dream
when her skirt split at the seam
showing she’d gone commando that day

Fading forest light
casts long shadows over lips,
in nervous whisper
Filed under Factual, Haiku, nature inspired, Otherworldly, Rural life, Self compositions

I sighed in my loudest resigned manner, in the hope that someone, or something, would gauge my anger and frustration. As I replaced another clean puppy pad, the hound-dog from Hell had released another stream of steaming fluid onto the caramel coloured shag pile. Time to make my stand. “That’s it dog, once more and you’re banished,” I shouted, through my smile.
In the beginning
actions at first thought funny
then a little odd,
descent into psychosis
served to provide the answer
Filed under As you read it, dystopian view, No offence intended, Self compositions, Tanka, Uncategorized

The villagers hated to see the magpie who nested in the old elm tree. To them it seemed the bird had been sitting up there forever, with it’s mocking call and loud chattering every time any one passed by. It wasn’t so much that they disliked magpies, in fact most admired his contrasting black, blue and white plumage.
To them though this one was different, he had never been seen with a mate, in fact no other magpies had ever been seen or heard near the old tree where he was perpetually on guard. This caused the villagers, both old and young distress, for in accordance with the old, well known saying, “One for sorrow, two for joy, ” it was customary to greet a solitary magpie with a, “Good morning, mister magpie, how’s your wife. ”
To ignore a single magpie was sure to cause evil to the observer. It now seemed that any event that could be ascribed to bad luck was the fault of someone failing to pay the necessary respects to their resident bird. As he got older he had taken on the mantle of, and was often referred to as, “The Harbinger of Doom.”
Fearful of dire repercussions if they did anything to harm the bird, the villagers realised that all they could do was wait until they saw the bird no more, in the hope that this ill-starred resident had finally taken his leave, then hopefully his place would be taken by a pair or perhaps more of his kind.
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