Bye!

Day 30 

 



another april come and gone
it's not the cruellest month at  all
loads of fun and folderol dee
i'm sorry it's over now i'm free

see you  again same time next year
for lots of poetry laughs and tears
i can't remember a thing i wrote
but then  i'm not a regular poet

Cheers!

Cheryl Kellar Paintings

dverse


one drink too many
could have her romping
amongst the gin blooms
her loose lips could sink a few ships
oh the stories she could tell 





because of tropical visions
she took a brain scan
the doctor said
your cerebellum is burgeoning with beauty
someone should paint it





in her yellow alice band
she waltzed through the flowers
a tropical vision
in a billowing black taffeta skirt
under the watchful eye of red parrot
squawk...i told you
never touch a bottle that says "drink me"

Piku Form

The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honours the  servant and has forgotten the gift.  Albert Einstein


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Piku form syllable counts correspond to the numbers of pi. You are permitted to stop at any time.

 3 1 4 1 5 9 2 6 5 3 5 8 9 7 9 3 2 3  8 4 6


Day 29

oh really
what
i don't think so
no
it's not possible
well as a matter of fact it is
you say
i am very biased
ok i love him
no you don't
well i fancy him
he is a very good dancer
oh that's not entirely the same thing
i can't  tell the difference
you are a tragic person cressie
so they say
ok
i agree
you need to change your attitudes
what should i do
become obscenely rich

Ekphrasis...Cinquain

 Robert Doisneau


Day 28

so nice
lovely  painting
french art is wonderful
i did not know you liked art- i
do now

Curtal Sonnet ...You Choose

Baryshnikov as a teenager Baryshnikov as an adult they all perform magnificently
jetes and pirouettes across the stage
the audience transfixed and delighted
these wunderkind dancing our dreams
how do we choose numero uno 
when confronted with such splendour

i chose immediately jumping out of my seat
it was easy as it might be for you too
cultural preferences playing its own pas de deux
rarely unbiased even if unconscious
you choose

For Mozart Lovers

Anaphora

Day 27

when it's all too hard
crawl into bed
pull the covers over you head

when it's all too hard
immerse yourself in a hot
bubble bath by candle light

when it's all too hard
try to sleep to the soft notes
of a ginger puss purring


when it's still  too hard
pick up a phone 
you will feel better
when you hear his voice

Happy Birthday Will

A Cento For Will

Day 26

come hither
and be you blythe and bonny
make me a willow cabin at your gate
under the greenwood tree
not a mouse shall disturb this hallowed house
 i know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows
with sweet musk roses
trip no further pretty sweeting
journeys end in lovers' meeting
i must go seek some dew drops here
and hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear
come kiss me 
love's not with the eyes but with the mind

Nursery Rhyme

Day 25

there once was a girl  called  cressie
who found a  sweet little friendlee
in the parsley patch down by the primrose
they frolicked in the meadow all day long

returning to her teapot cottage in the evening
to eat fairy bread with a runcible spoon
she heard a knock at the door
t'was jemima puddle duck

cressie opened the door  slowly
and said
"in my mind i'm going to Carolina
 there is no one here jemima
 i've gone to search for something finer
 cos i've gone to carolina in my mind -ah "





 

New York School Poem

 Day 24

OK
so you know about
the italian movie star
don't seem to be able
to hide too much from you

i prattle on
about the minutiae of life
jolly golly ha ha
this cheerful insouciant
camaraderie is not fooling you
i know that you know

you are waiting for me
to say it

i am not saying it

it will inflate your ego
into a giant batman balloon
floating over the city on a
St Patrick's Day Parade

i am not saying it

instead
i will discuss parsley
mushrooms
the finer points of
Fra Angelico till
they leak out of my ears

i am not saying it

for once being a coward
is going to save me from
making a complete fool of myself
unless of course you read this poem




 

HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE

Love In The TIme Of Seashells

Day 23


the clouds drifted
across the incised moon

he appeared in his peruvian hat
and strawberry top

come rest your heavy bonnet
on my shoulder blade sea cat

i will wrap you in leather donax
and take you for a ride in the
woody canoebubble

we can play shuttlecock volva
under the striped engina

if you win i will give you

a lazarus jewel box

I  know you love this
Think of me when you listen
It should have been me

You made a mistake
In letting me go and  I
Know you regret it

Ruba'i Form

 Day 22

dverse
AABA

the time has come
to cease the  hum
must sing in tune
find work no fun

it's in the moon
i must go soon
obey the signs
or face my doom

i'll follow the line
hope all will be fine
and if it is not
will take up red wine

find a nice spot
somewhere  humid and hot
try to find peace
worrying not a jot

Good Friday

 Free Verse








the crack of the whip
splitting the air with blood splatter

banging of nails in hands and feet
the crack of breaking legs, a spear
rips the side - agony 

a pitiful sight of thorns spit
mangled limbs and sadism

the crowd shouts for more
craving blood sport
not knowing this was for them

mind you gratitude is
not a hallmark of humanity

in spite of the sacrifice
and all that it entailed
the mark of cain is still upon us

our barbarism is more polished
with smoke and mirrors

and now
we have our own "ice" age

a visit from a giant asteroid
will undoubtedly occur at some stage
if we insist on dancing duets with satan

tripping the dark angel fandango with
gay abandon squeezing camels
through the eyes of needles

Terza Rima

the time has come for you to face your fate
tis your destiny and you must comply
it will be, your suffering now awaits

they jeer and shout and tell some awful lies
the pain swirls round, you cannot take it in
your mother's tears just fill the world with sighs

everywhere evil satan and his kin
stain mankind with jealousy envy greed
and  He must suffer  pay for all our sins

we must give thanks to Him who for us died

Tanka

 5 7 5 7 7
dverse

i'm incognito
and hiding from miss piggy
kermit's old girlfriend
she can't accept the fact she
was ditched for a mango tree


Miss Piggy and Kermit in happier times

More Found Poetry

  Day 21

Mamma Mia
The Bride stripped Bare
Yum Yum Yum
Will This Do?

Honestly
The Very Thought Of You
makes
The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo's
Love and Other Infidelities
look
Committed
to
Mans's Search For Meaning
on
The Greek Islands

Kennings

 Day 20

nature - boy he was not
he liked to view the earth-painting
with his nose pressed to the glass

safe from pony -mounds
and biting  buzz-bings
he took pleasure in
watching her smile

a smile that
purple-blued the plumbago
into a richer hue of
symphonie pastorale

he counted himself as lucky
to be riding on those strong wings

Sestina

 Day 19


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the idea was initially exciting
restoring it to former glory
filling all the cavernous cracks
holding generations of family secrets
the creaks  and sighs in the wind
howling on the plains at night

we would sit by the fire at night
planning the next day t'was so exciting
listening to the howling wind
days were lovely a  sunny glory
we dug the soil to release its secrets
its hard and dry face lined with cracks

the weatherboards were full of cracks
we would prepare the filler at night
a special mixture mingled with our secrets
the enormous project loomed exciting
we would restore this house to its former glory
going to bed exhausted to the howls of the wind


sleeping fitfully in  gale force wind
the rain seeping through the cracks
dreams of a garden of mauve  morning glory
filled the raging  stormy night
thunder and lightning exciting
thor's hammerings disturbing nature's  secrets


we had discovered all of the house's secrets
and managed to block out the wind
the project was becoming less exciting
we finally filled all the cracks
no sound of wind or rain at night
sleeping soundly in our king size  glory

after years t'was drudgery not  glory
our lives led to  new secrets
one of us started working late at night
all our  dreams were gone with the wind
life  developed the cavernous cracks
t' was anything but exciting

stripped of  glory tainted with  dark secrets
the consequences of exciting late nights
predicted a future of ill wind riddled with cracks

 

Haiku

Day 18


le parfum de France
enveloppe dans un bijou
plein de tristesse douce

french perfume
wrapped in a jewel
full of soft sadness

Etheree Form

Day 17


























                                                    


                                                        cool                                                                                   
                                                    contained
                                                  and detached
                                                  i understand
                                                 i am not stupid
                                           i have got the message
                                    loud and clear like a church bell
                                     you don't wish to encourage me
                                    then why do you call me every day
                                  to tell me you are not in love with me

Anacreontic Verse

Day 16

wine and love for me don't mix
wine no longer is  a fix
i'd prefer to hold your hand
rather than a one night stand
press your fingers to my lips
meet my mind and not when pissed

Waltz Form

dverse

Day 15

i'm dancing
he's dancing
you're dancing
we're dancing

i'm
twirling round
like a spinning wheel
on a sunny day

i'm
twirling round
with my love
who is always
so nimble

 i
 am
 the
 lucky
 one

 he
 loves
 me
 too

 as we dance little semiquavers in the sunshine
 as we dance little semiquavers in the sunshine
 as we dance little semiquavers to the tune

Limerick

Day 14


















I love these little earrings
I think they look quite look cute
I bought them at the op shop
and hope they match your suit

I 'll wear them on our  date
And hope you wont be late
Cos if it's more than ten minutes
You'll be stood up at the gate

Found Poetry

 Day 13








Hey Brother
Do You Want To Build A Snowman

I'm A Freak
Scream ( Funk My Life Up)
Say Something

My Love
Let It Go
Can't Rely On You
Dark Horse

Rictameter

dverse

2 4 6 8 10 
8 6 4 2


Day 12

                                        silver
                                 ornate bracelet
                           lying on the dresser
                        your favourite i wonder why
                you bought it as a young girl in china
                    i did not believe you would die
                           i wear it all the time
                           this carved  weight of
                                       silver

                                        never
                                  did i expect
                               to  be wearing it so
                          soon this heavy exotic chain
                  which never leaves my wrist for a minute
                          still wanting to keep you alive
                                i will never forget
                                     never forget
                                        never
                 

 

This Is Just To Say

Day 11

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the ice box

and which
you were probably
saving for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold  

William Carlos Williams

I have taken
the keys
and the car
in the driveway

and which
you were probably
going to drive
to work

Forgive me
i am self centred
so sweet
but such a bitch
sometimes

Couplets ( non rhyming )

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Day 10

nasturtium and morning glory
wound together in pale sunshine





 beaming orange and mauve
 in the garden





 lying on an old door used as a trestle table
chestnut braids dangling so long they almost touched the ground





 she fingered mrs parke's prize winning geraniums
 resisting the urge to pick a big magenta bunch





 lazy butterflies fluttered over the lantana bush
 to Ravel's rippling triplets wafting in from next door

was the first time she had ever heard this extraordinary piece 
to be etched in her memory forever





would have liked to have shared this moment with someone
other than the spotted lady bird crawling up her leg


 

Butterfly Chinquain

Day 9

2 4 6 8 2
8 6 4 2

                          at night
                     i look outside
               the street wet and empty
           like a still from a french movie
                          silence

    the street lamp lights the dripping leaves
           cold glass against my cheek
                   i softly sigh 
                          again

Golden Shovel Form...Raging Buddhas

Day 8

Watermelon ...Charles Simic 

 Green buddhas
 on the fruit stand
 we eat the smile
 and spit out the teeth




 orange and green
 banana seated buddhas
 place joss sticks on
 the altar of the 
 temple with offering of fruit
 trying to make a stand
 against poverty proclaiming we 
 are beings that need to eat
 and cannot live on the 
  promise of a wave and smile

 with rage they rant and 
 hurl incantations and spit 
 Dictators they cry must get out 
 or lose gold fillings from the
expensive cavities in their teeth

Lune

Day 7
 3 5 3

waves pounding
washing over me
 my heart sings

 the moon light
 shines golden on the
 white salt froth

 the sea stays
 when everyone leaves
 always there

Nonet

     Day 6     

                   

                             the white dove is carrying this to you
                                 on its torn wings across the sea
                                    i don't expect gratitude
                                      i would like to give you
                                             some serenity
                                          peace love and joy
                                              with music
                                                 just this
                                                   once

Shadorma

 Day 5

dverse
3 5 3 3 7 5

the young girl
with dark chestnut plaits
plays hopscotch
on a street
no bird song car noise  people
just her in silence

Tanka

   
Day 4

Dverse

5 7 5 7 7

the light grew dimmer
as the boat sailed silently
out to the ocean
the sobbing on the shoreline
mingled with soft laps of waves

Cinquain

Day 3

dverse


the cat
egyptian god 
killers of rats and snakes
eyebrows shaved to express loss grief
ma-u

the cat
just exquisite
devoted and loving
to a compatible owner
his slave

 

Rispetto

 Day 2

abab ccdd
iambic pentameter

italian family at sunday lunch
hats and hair nets white table napkins soup
minnestrone again crusty bread  crunch
a cheap modest meal to feed all the troops

papa is grumpy and mama is mad
carlo is sulky a bit of a cad
all in all they seem contented enough
making do and frugal without much stuff