Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Whirly thoughts

Feisty, meddle-some extent
I stab myself
on the summer’s grill
to barbecue
the whirly thoughts
so Ki will flow
easily and freely
to fill you
and influence…

Sunday, May 25, 2014


Magpie Tales image

They all’ve survived the seasons
stuck in the walls
faces, smile, laugh…

-         the sweet ‘squeak’ –
surrounds my morning nap
a dream
quits when I open eye…

-         do take ‘NO’ for answer –
reform, retreat, retweet…

-         don't try to fill all shelves
at once, -
pause, rest your mind,
enjoy long walk, awaited
warmth boost
the seventy, eighty degrees
feels like was promised…
last longer…

I cry. I dry my eyes. I try to used
to new glasses, not pink anymore
dark frame, a focus on circles
with absorbed liquid

-         moisturize -
the need for dry climate here,
at North

I pick up any dust fell from
cleaning  the chakras…
-       dissolve, shower, start over -

but unable to make
the puzzle pieces meet…

-         substitute for alike -
the edges don't fit!

we hit the target
the different things.

A survey: they want to know
if we satisfied with the treats…
Let’s ask the fluttering
mates pigeons -
they're working full time
created inspiring report!

 Pigeon Valley in Turkey
                 Pigeon Valley in Turkey 

Read more at: Sunday Whirl, Magpie Tales

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Above water

                                The mind is like an iceberg, it floats
                                             with one-seventh of its bulk
                                                                       above water.
                                                                              S. Freud

How do not let the dream to ruin you?
Such a massive dream meant to change
the whole view,
so at the photo – another ‘her’
from a parallel world with no doubt:
a leader, an artist, just a happy person,
adult project ( no milk lips/green decisions) –
the success!

What the power/strain/catalyst
you choose to pour through the head pores
to separate out any solid matter?

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif, d'Verse Poetic

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

A day born from the wave *

free stock photo

A little pebble
got animated
the swamped life

the fossils have been emerged
from the bottom
of the pond

a troublemaker
misrepresented, twisted
divine gift with scramble eggs

ordinary fish in flash
stuck out its eyes-
hid in the shell

settled low
the deviants.

*quote by Pablo Neruda

Read more at: d'Verse Poetics: It's Quotable

Sunday, May 18, 2014

The moment

Edward Hopper, 1922 

…drunk air…
a chaos of vibes,
the hands draw
the graphics
of true and false
(aka a Polygraph test)

from the altitude
of disaster
I force myself
to chew the bread…

You – pale
alabaster like,
plastic plant
leans forward,
on the edge,
holding breath…

any people
would pass by…

only moment.

Brenda Warren

Read more at: Magpie Tales, Sunday Whirl

Friday, May 16, 2014


 Sandra Cohn Art

After long winter
the spring - revelation,
a gift of heaven…

After long drought
the rain feels like
first baby tears,
the fear of breath...

After decade of 
impregnable  veil
when walls fall
the hot air
embraces the

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

Thursday, May 15, 2014


 Ben Will Art Studio
'Insight' by Ben Will

These walls come not easily down
for you,
caring one,
time ago
to hold for…

eye for eye…
no scales to convert…
the rules – not discussed
till last day’ bottom…
silent questions haven’t
been answered,
a lesson? this is the lesson,
enforced to learn…

detached, but hold the sight
over faces on the big picture
evolved soul…

Wednesday, May 14, 2014


 1886 Coventry Rotary Quadracycle for two
1886 Coventry Rotary Quadracycle for two ~

No matter how
many times we fall
twirling a millage (mph)
moving in a blurry maze
a weak of
trying to catch/reach
the target or
run from counterfeit
groan in absurd
to absorb
déjà vu of the lesson
in. the. circle.
the truth within.

It’s worth
to get up
starting over,
and try to roll/cross
on the other surface,
raise over prejudice
meet other folks,
lend helping hand.

Playing solo? – for while,
the world rests
on the shoulders of
more than one.

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif

Tuesday, May 13, 2014


The sea’s devouring the stars
falling from sky
pulsing through warm navy gums
swallowed by leaping fish
on the reef,
get enlightened,
high with the ebbs and flows
of tides.

They stare into night
at you, wandering:
why my eyes
shine like stars
reflected all pleasures,
locked for while
in true shell
rubbed with sand for clarity;
longing to touch the thin skin ‘if’...

And I’m moaning
anticipating -
between the later & now -
the liberty.

Oh, yes, I’m here…undone
yet, peeking in
tomorrow door:
new ‘wants’, goals, gifts –
in the way we perceive…

but I will remember
the pain
of metamorphosis…

Sunday, May 11, 2014


 Martin Stranka photos
'Close' ~ Martin Stranka

She rubs the shattering dreams
thru the glasses of clumsy clown
falling from shimmering sky
leaves no chance for salvation…

The sigh…longing soul insight…
as if swinging medieval axe
brings the power to travel
back into time…

Vanished smoothly…
to settle for less
on the land of indigenous people…
listen! someone calling your name…

                        Brenda Warren 

Read more at: Magpie Tales, Sunday Whirl

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Blow the horn ~ Bumper Cars

They say: ‘press the button to call a nurse’,
and immediately a tremolo alert sounds -
first aid on the go, highlighted red cross,
you’re being helped, compassion –abound.

Remember, we/kids in amusement park:
look! speed cars! electrical power
‘press the button to signal alert’
-Oh, late, you bumped in another car.

We’re playing and learn…to have a fun.

Whether goodness or badness in your life
whichever side of moral (do) you support
to burn the valves  to survive
where the limit to prudent effort…

what will you sacrifice when the light so high –
blinded sight, all hues mixed-up
where is yellow/blue/red/white?

They said: ‘press the button
to call a nurse…’

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, Mid-Week Motif PU

Sunday, May 4, 2014

A cure

 Salvador Dali
Chair With the Wings of a Vulture, 1960, Salvador Dali 

The shells are voiced
across the ocean
the song of candles
sacred light

your eyes have poked
a mighty power
like pack of needles
spread for miles

on wings till landing
rotors spinning
the wounds of passion
worn away

untamed shadows
stored as the cure
for better day…

Read more  at: Magpie tales