Wordle 49

mindlovemisery's menagerie

altruism anabiosis twinge partition broken defunct
visage papertiger meteor twinge bowl curdle

1..
it felt at first like a twinge
a broken vein in a visage
then a meteor of blood curdling pain
brain tumour
collapse then anabiosis  - recovery
he had discovered the meaning of life
thanks to discovery of paper planes


2.





altruism is mainly defunct
replaced by papertiger personalities
and phoney lip servers
expounding love and kindness
the partition continually
growing ever wider
between rich and poor
begging bowls a familiar sight

Fibonacci

mindlovemisery's menagerie - BJ's Shadorma and Beyond

                               saved
                                 by
                              a sprig
                           it looks like
                     a purple squashed hat
               worn by an old lady to church
           does not look appetising to me at all
       the only enticing thing about it is the  mint

Wherever You Will Go

in tough times if you're blessed
an angel will pop out of the blue
to lend a helping hand

he cannot stay forever
and when two feet are found
it's time to learn to walk again

wherever you will go
may happiness follow
that very brave heart
with joy in hot pursuit
gamboling and cavorting
all the way

Sunday Afternoon

pinched waists and bustles
on a hot afternoon walk
uncomfortable

Paloma Poetry

carpe diem haiku kai

 Fuyuko Tomita's Poem



How lonely I would be
left behind on my desk
an unfinished poem
in the glorious morning sun

Paloma's Response




at the bird feeder
three cardinals are squabbling
a love triangle?

the poem that nudges my ribs
is fading with laundry

Cressida's response


love triangle poems
her lines obliterated
by lipstick smears and tea stains
hidden in match boxes
all over the house

Martinis and Mozart

Wordle 48 MLMM

plunge leather chime straddle crevice alliance
justify combustible altitude trundle vision masticate

leather top
plunging neckline
a crevice
the titanic would get lost in
earrings the size of wind chimes
straddling a dance pole from high altitude
masticating gum


the men drooling flushed in
a combustible state of alcohol
blurred vision
justifying their presence
as part of a business alliance
trundling on home
to the suburban family
at the end of the day

Wrestling Angel

a  scientist on cue
wrestles with an angel

second one this week
an event held
on a cracked pebble track
behind the bicycle shed

hardly a saintly act
shortly to become
an empty memory

For Valentines Day

i can only give you my stars
the moon and clouds on a tray
a few lines of verse
a snippet of a mozart sonata
it's you that keeps a pen in my hand
i can only give you my stars
they are dazzling for you

Monday Wordle 47

mindlovemisery's menagerie






tsk the elegant prayer shawl wont save you
nor the petition
improvised scripture interpretation gets you a stay
in the oubliette with the inquisition
all the syrupy pleading and promises
will not cause a ripple or a  dent  in their decision
you wont need baggage where you're going
you're up shit canal without a paddle

The Red Queen

the red queen emitted a sound
that splintered the glass
when he presented her with the black fleece
a sharp wound to be endured

which clown thought this up?
another insult to tumble her
burst her heart and instil in her
that familiar feeling of contempt
sealing his richly deserved fate 

Haibun In Blue

hai bun
if you have been traded in
for a newer younger model
enjoy your freedom
no point in feeling blue
entertaining thoughts
of volunteering to work abroad
in a leper colony
or joining the carmelites

one day he'll come along
his eyes may not be sky blue 
but they will hold the sun

Off With Their Heads

rainbow trout
another beheading
 not ISIS this time

Moanet's Water Lilies

ribbet ribbet
basho's frog is hiding
from the tourists

Shadows

carpe diem haiku kai

young shadow dancers
they loved each other once
now they are strangers

Wordle # 46

 Mindlovemisery's Menagerie


a blustery afternoon
sitting in bed
watching the branches
bend in the rain
enjoying the warmth
of the colourful retro bed cover
cosy in woolly socks
sipping cocoa



ginger the marmalade cat
trying to lick the creamy foam
sprinkled with a pinch of nutmeg
the feint whirr of the coffee grinder
in the kitchen punctuating the silence

there are moments in a life sometimes
you want imprinted on your heart forever

the host , patron saint of hypocrisy
needed a good ticking off
would be advised to spend some  time
in cultivating genuine humility
a measure of a person's worth
rather than  spreading the self serving word
like a dark cloud threatening rain
on  state steeple chase race day 
constantly bragging
about personal attributes
as a 'good person' and christian rescue missionary