Summer Memories

They used to take us to the beach on Sundays.

My grandfather’s rust-colored Oldsmobile packed to overflowing,

a cooler filled with cooked chicken, polpette, and roasted peppers

in the trunk. Glass jars filled with water jostled next to mini-bottles of cola

and brown paper sacks bursting with peaches, plums, and blood-red cherries.

The Gypsy

The Gypsy

-Linda Lee Lyberg

He was a wayfaring gypsy man

Traveling from town to town

Selling his potions and love charms

Never caring to settle down

A Farmer’s Shed

 

There can’t be a greater sin than breaking into a farmer’s shed.

A tattered hut built from collected and begged scraps,

Made to stand on salvaged, old but reliable poles of timber,

cut open oil tin cans nailed to unwanted planks for walls.

Trespassers, delay and rhyme

Waiting for a railway train
to take me to my home
I’ll sit and write a poem
on the station on my own
It’s peaceful here, conducive
to find a little rhyme
and scribble down a verse or two
line by line by line

Mountains Majesty

Mini Monoverse

Stand and gaze
Mountain haze

The Heart’s Defense

Prudence serves as informant

Monday Haikus : Don’t Pass The Buck

Today here and now
Tomorrow is far away
Onus is on you

*****
Being good human
Squander not inheritance
Malign not the world

*******
Why do pass the buck
Eyed responsibility
Unite, not divide

*****
Make it great again
By deed, not smoke and mirrors
Talk is cheap, work not

*******
Enjoy happiness
In responsibility
Burden it is not

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©Pranab Sarma
Originally published in author’s blog http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com

I like you and that’s dangerous

Submitted by zaroffblog

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I like you and that’s dangerous
don’t bother asking why
just smile and pretend like a preacher
walk me through the tangles of your weaving web
show me how you sleep; tangled or not
punish with a tease tarantula
walk away whimsy
drink me from a warm used pint glass
green felts terrain on pool table wins

Speakers and Amplifiers

Submitted by cheryl622014

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So self contained
Fixing
Sees a problem
And doesn’t settle
Especially when told
It can’t be done
And is for scrap
Or harvesting alone
Landfill not an option
Somewhere
A solution

Diamante: Illusion & Reality

Illusion & Reality

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Illusion

Magical, Artistic

Creating, divining, dreaming

Clay Vessels

Inspired by A.R.Frederiksen’s .Ceramic Bodies.

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Empty hands
Long to caress and mold with sure fingers
Vessel to hold feelings
Spilling out of awakened heart

Write Me

 

photo by pixabay

The poem tugged on my apron strings

Begging for attention

When I ignored it

It crept into the kitchen of my mind

The Best Waiting Place

On many warm afternoons,

I would sit at a neighbor’s front yard,

Alone on a wooden bench,

that had a shine from excessive use.

Bob Marley seagull

It was raining in Brighton
and, strolling back to the car
parked there in Ann Street
from the centre, not far
We paused to admire
on the wall, ‘cross the way
some graffiti scrawled quickly
but with something to say

Two Become One

Man and maid
God did braid

Garden Bench

Golden ochre steeped in time,
aged by every season’s crime,
twined through burnished lacquer’s rust,
recalling each last sunray’s lust,
and every blue jay’s call…

IT’s GONNA BE OK

Submitted by kratik lodha
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It’s gonna be ok,
Ok just don’t be bother;
Bother by the fool creeps,
Creeps are there to pass back by;

“Cold cold cadaver”

Submitted by zaroffblog

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black fetching postcard on succulent lines
read me an aroma of delicate opium perfumed desire
wearing designer satin skirts, matching silk shirts
sleek frame; glasses, black with silver trim
questions a query on a cloud of grey threads
weaving in and out of your basting stitch
barley holding the broken blossoms together

DEATH

Submitted by kratik lodha

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all of sudden i hear a knock,
and gradually my breath got block;
i have some kind of intuition you know,
but i don’t like the way it was before;

coz’ it’s your death and it will eat you,
to make a new one from inside out;
it’s not more than refinement of your soul,
so just don’t scare to let it out;;

Rebuking the Storm

This mother’s heart has been pierced.
“A soft answer turns away wrath.”
The rebuke sits heavily on my ears.

The Moment

The Moment

-Linda Lee Lyberg

I remember the magic moment

Our eyes first locked and met

My soul felt such inner peace

My heart skipped a thundering beat.

Plumeria in Winter – Haiku

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Dead corals or what?
Frangipani naked stems
Dream of perfumed blooms

© 2017 Irina Dimitric

The beauty of language

I’m happy when writing
It fills me with joy
and it’s done this for ages
(since I was a boy)
I’ve written most days
sometimes just a few lines
to capture the years
the moments and times

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He looks at me
Peeking out from

HAIKU: MY HEART IS A TREE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 

My heart is a tree

Dragon’s Tails

Tucked among the southern pines,
seams of road in shadowed lines,
rend the compass pause, despair,
dissolves to solve the anywhere my journey longs to hold.

“Tea’s Spiritual Revive”

The brand’s of tea – these are for tasting.

In seeking what whilst calm or revive.

Paper Boats (Haiku)