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MLMM’s #Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, December 26th 2018

Back home from the War,

many uncertain if by,

luck or God’s judgment

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COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGES NO. 115, Fly & Sing #SYNONYMSONLY

From on high we hear

a shower, a melody,

of light, gilded rain,

seldom seen the skylark, who

soars aloft in tuneful voice

 

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Alphabet haiku #LetterY

Yucky yetis yowl,

yodelling yeomen yoke yaks

yields yellow yoghurt.

 

 

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Sue Vincent’s #Thursday photo prompt: Setting #writephoto

And all those gathered on the Plain of Saarkand breathed a sigh of relief as one.

For as they looked to the East, the first rays of the New Sun arose over the hill that was called The Old Maid’s breast.
The harsh days of the cold season were past until the dark days arrived once more, as ordained by the Spirits of Earth and Sky.

With the rising of the sun the dark shadow of the beast, which the more superstitious among them had perceived as Kerhaan, the Dragon of Darkness, began to fade and crumble into glowing silver clouds. Soon to fall as life-giving rain on the high mountains. The rivers would flow freely once more down to the barren plain.

So would begin the new life phase.

Encouraged by the daily, ever-rising heat of the sun and the watering of the beast’s blood the farmers could once more begin the tilling of the earth and the sowing of the seed.

The Elders would continue to offer the sacrifice to the Ancestors and if they were not displeased once more would they fill the grain stores and feed their flocks.

Life for all would be good again.

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MLMM’s #Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, December 19th 2018, Candles

Christmas-Candles

Long  white lava flows

escape the flickering flame

waxy smoke rising

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#Sunday Photo Fiction – December 16, 2018

spf

Photo Credit: Anurag Bakhshi

Looking down from our seats in the helicopter it was obvious. Our suspicions were confirmed.

Notwithstanding the difficulty these people must have experienced in transporting  themselves, their families and all  the materials necessary, to this remote volcanic island.  A small piece of land which would not ordinarily merit inclusion on most maps of the world. Somehow they had bypassed all the planning regulations so carefully monitored and enforced by the government.

Instead of the the small group of tents and temporary camp the wild-life film crew had assured them would be all that was necessary,  they had managed to build a virtual community.  They had built everything,  houses, a school, shopping mall and all the other needs of a small town.

The planning officer would not be very happy when I returned with the film footage.

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #232 Foot&Mouth

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With an open mouth,

you may put your foot in it,

size doesn’t matter

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Lament

orangutanThe tropical sun

beams down on the arid earth,

palm trees stand in lines,

joyful songs of the forest

become the drumbeat of tears.

 

(photo from pixabay)

 

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#Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille and MLMM, December 12th 2018 … Angels

angel

In radiant guise

are messengers of the Lord.

Names taken in vain.

 

 

 

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Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie #Photo Challenge #242

can choir

This was the hardest job I had ever undertaken since giving up my day job to become a stand-up comedian.

When I got a call from the BBC I thought my luck was in, my fortune made.

I soon changed my mind when they explained that I would be the warm-up guy entertaining the audience so that they could record the canned laughter for the radio shows.

 

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