Carpe Diem # 1837

 

blowin' in the wind

a lot of bullshit and lies

not baffling brains

An Erasure Poem - Weekly Scribblings # 43 PSU

Night,
and the yellow pleasure of candle-light....
old brown books and the kind, fine face of the clock
fogged in the veils of the fire - it's cuddling tock.

The cat,
greening her eyes on the flame-litten mat;
wickedly, wakeful she yawns at the rain
bending the roses over the pane,
and a bird in my heart begins to sing
over and over the same sweet thing--

Safe in the house with my boyhood's love
and our children asleep in the attic above.
 

Hugh McCrae

 

 night

the yellow pleasure of candle light

cuddling tock the cat

she yawns

bending the roses in my heart

the sweet thing

my boyhood's love 

asleep

Richard Strauss - Oboe Concerto, TrV 292 (1945)

Carpe Diem # 1836

 barefoot they walk by

in wetsuits with surfboards

young and unemployed

Carpe Diem #1835

coloured pencils 

a child's dreams on the lid 

of an old biscuit tin

Carpe Diem #`1834

 a fine dutch artist

 obsessed with sunflowers

beauty in a field

Laudate Dominum

 

 

 

Matthew 10 :40 

 

“Whoever receives you receives me, and whoever receives me receives him who sent me. ... And anyone who welcomes me also welcomes the one who sent me. ... And although my illness was a trial to you, you did not despise me or reject me. ... done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me…

Carpe Diem #1833

 between the roses

a small cocoon moves on the breeze

awakening a butterfly

Chevrefeuille

 

a young butterfly

sips at the honeysuckle

 sweet summery drink

Carpe Diem #1832

 

we live in a world

inhabited by a golden host

of vain daffy dills

arrogant and self centred

mostly from the male species

Wordle # 209

 

no hugs
social distancing
no need for lipstick
wearing a mask
but i confess
i can still wink with elan

once upon a time
an oddity
wearing a sex pistol  t shirt
followed her home intending to
murmur incoherent  sweet nothings
in her ear
whilst stroking her thighs
but had a change of  heart
when she delivered
a sharp right to his head

reeling
he thought he could hear wedding bells
and the quavering  voice of a vicar saying
let no man put asunder

 

Mindlovemisery Menagerie 

Writers Pantry # 40

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

Carpe Diem - Rainy Day

cold and deserted

 no one's singing in the rain 

not anymore