Don´t let it bring you down- by Annie Lennox

Sundays Whirligig

 Sundays Whirligig 117

mid week older school treatment lunches
wait lost upset nursery stories dance 

3WW  unruly veiled treatment




getting older is upsetting
it creeps up like a veiled threat
you still go out to lunches
during the week with school friends
sometimes indulge in a beauty treatment
to tame unruly locks
but now  sadly you get lost mid sentence
cannot remember nursery stories
wait for the phone to ring and
no one asks you to dance anymore

Haiku For The Weekend

 petal lanterns -
a water fall of flowers
her lips touch mine

Hamish

the softness of her
his heart rolls like a snare drum
bursting into sunshine



 

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

with bright coloured wings
the alpine parrot soars
a flying beauty
another expression of
the grand designer's genius

Seventeen Come Sunday

it does not get more british than this
a musical offering for a nation beset
by disaster of late

the english folk song suite
evokes images of
sticky puddings
spotted dick
toad in the hole
bubble and squeak
peaches and cream complexions
fair hair'd  blue eyed lasses named
millicent and harriet
hooray henrys in bowler hats
with furled umbrellas
stiff upper lips
cricket on the village green
knitted teapot covers and cosy pubs
a world long gone


'seventeen come sunday '
who hums that now
a faded image of the past
only seen in black and white b grade movies
on late night tv for insomniacs

MLMM...The Saturday Mix

Sundays Whirligig

father smiling angel legs where running
bends knee way girl again thank

where is the father of the smiling sporty girl
a legs 11 angel running  the marathon
i'd like to thank him again
for his daughter



the way she bends her knees
on the ski slopes is inspiring

Rimas Dissolutas

 abcde

it was the same
all those feelings
troubador or not
we all feel love
we all feel desire

we all feel pain
we all want healing
some of us lose the plot
look for answers above
we all feel the fire

some seek fame
dealing and wheeling
intent on winning the lot
others choose peace of the dove
free from trauma and ire

she listens to the rain
pretending she's reading
forehead clammy a little hot
when it come to push and shove
thoughts of him make her perspire

a match without any gain
she begged her father pleading
he refused declaring it a plot
beating her  troubador with his glove
to the nunnery you go enjoy the choir

Duettino Sull'aria Le nozze di Figaro