Monday, February 23, 2015

Altruism, why?

“…they were aware of
a semblance of meaning”
E. Rinaldi
Allow yourself to
curdle in a twinge
aware of semblance
of meaning

The broken visage
of not existed draught
not a Paper tiger

Life in a partition
from world flux -
the meteor
bowled out of space
the earth…

Wordle #49

Sunday, February 22, 2015


hd-wallpaper, pastel

Tiny delicate petals

Hopeless parachutes
Umbrella perched uncut posts
By blue river

by Brenda Warren

Read more at: Sunday Whirl

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

Friday, February 20, 2015

Pisces tides


The peace Pisces tides
brought me your words,
sighs, syllables
have not pronounced,
with other you,
withered not –
to embracing together-
ness of comfort,
a beautiful

Read more at: Imaginary Garden with real toads

Wednesday, February 18, 2015


One pink tulip of my Valentine bouquet
lean forward peering in an open screen
of laptop:

One drop of wine matter…
One drop of tar…
One tear adds a content…
Helps to evolve
over successive

Glasses dropped…
Unfocused eyes met
genuine vis-à-vis
glance of surprise...

Am I sober now?

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

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Back to earth

 'Back to earth' by Catrin Welz-Stein
'Back to earth' by Catrin Welz-Stein

The feather hovers above my path.
It soars amongst clouds of winter scores,
songs and scriptures;
and if I stretch the arms -
I tap into soft safe nest of love
and wisdom;
set by fleeting caprice of child,
inner conflict between earth and sky,
solved yet yield to grounding shell,
adjourned feathered wing.

Friday, February 13, 2015

Gimme a smile

Gimme a smile…
Before grinding the sins,
God requires to show no credentials.
Rushing, swallow the crystal ice-creams
we forge freeing,  develop connection.

Gimme a smile…
Daily ritual, containment -
boiling pot with a lid on, - it’s fine,
keep serenity…. fearless?
won’t you channel potential
when the chances  arise?..

Gimme a smile...
Outraged umbrellas,
urban dresses across seasons’ will
won't withdraw me from seeing thru
high-condense clouds,
we're still climbing up hill…

Gimme a smile…
I'll embrace a resurrection:
a path, a bridge to the moon.

Gimme a smile…
Foolish heart’s muggy madness
I'll heal to the last micro wound.

Read more at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: Photo Challenge

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

Wednesday, February 11, 2015


 Art by Danny Gregory
Art by Danny Gregory

Keep the morning tea
all the rest remnant
throw away to the ants’
I remember sea storm,
late breakfast
as if last one,

Mix  for new friend
a cocktail,
fashioned swimsuit –
set the fruit & fish
yet, keep a tea

Let a wind
to chase a
blow the hat
and news…
my appearance
tricks you –
warm tea spilling

Read more at: d'Verse Poetic: Writing to the Art of Danny Gregory

Monday, February 9, 2015

I know

I know
things alright
when pleasure
on a tongue
makes talkative talk
about food,

fried crab claws
so good
at taking care of
the balanced hood
not friendly,

once made mute,
not worth
of showing the flow,
the feelings tucked tight
in the mood of
taste buds…

I know
then you lost
key of ‘we’.

Saturday, February 7, 2015


BJ's Shadorma & Beyond

the twenty shoe holes
long laces
black twine style
invincible skip strip strong step
against cobblestone.

Note: Shadorma: 3/5/3/3/7/5

Read more at: BJ's Shadorma & Beyond, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Friday, February 6, 2015

No desire

         No desire to wilt
snow storm, ice and sleet
winter shivers mischievously.

Snowflakes' crystals growths
clung to windows screen
old damp foggy motif glee.

Big trucks, busses, cars
merge thru traffic stream
highways' veins, capillaries.

Groundhog entrance myth
hovers roofs and dreams -
six more weeks, thought, may varies...

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday

Sunday, February 1, 2015


Magpie Tales ~ Tess Kincaid

As winter sun’s measured the sky
with pesky clouds
spreading its dazzling cold beams
to please a crowd...

he prefers the heart race
to the state of rescue humility;
be-bop restless measures to
ticking away the moments 
spending in peace...

there’s a shot in the locker!

by Brenda Warren

Read more at: Sunday Whirl, Magpie Tales