Thursday, April 30, 2015

Neglected, they find the way...


If life a chaos -
relax, take
a breathe and see,
how you can
make it works…

broken in parts,
they won't survive;
only if melted,
oozing…  brought
into crucible, a vessel
of intentional love…

YOU choose the
thoughts and clothing…

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Justice fest

– Tess Photography ~ Photo Challenge ~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Bitter taste…
Ever fall
Beneath sweet
Expectations & Dreams?

Stumble once…
Haven’t learned
Over density’ rocks?

Justice Fest
Soul sought Truth…
What a glorious day!

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday: bitter, glorious, stumble

PU Mid-Week Motif : Justice

Photo Challenge, Surrealism, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Tuesday, April 28, 2015


'Diaphanous Wings' by MaryQualls ~

her dissonant wings
spread in the layers,
shade, stain &  lace, -
sink mottled chaos…

thought it’d fit whether
in the velour purse
(now may have
a healing power);
or corrugated & clipped-
for the sake of
iridescent weather…

Sunday's Whirligig 4

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig 4 

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Ink roar

~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie ~

The words thunderously
read themselves in
my voice,
my ribs,
my posture, -
a quest to find
Achilles’ heel,
get stung,
then stop for retreat
the kiss of heaven.

Read more at: Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Saturday, April 25, 2015


~ B&P's Shadorma & Beyond ~

Playing sick

my three eyes playing
musical chairs
two ways.

~ B&P's Shadorma & Beyond ~

Who says rats?

Grown big
he distinguish
white noise
from peppermint.

Cinquenta - 50 /portuguese, here - poetic form of 50 characters.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

No pretense

Art by Bill L'Engle

Hush, desperate thoughts
Listen to beautiful beat
I walked down to earth
          Watch a new life’s hatching eggs
          Heart in the sync – no pretense

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

Heeding Haiku With HA: Pretense, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Star gnome

The Master guided to send a smile toward starry sky.

And It’s come to me back in a golden jumpsuit:
covered arms, short legs, angle hood.

The starry gnome walking impatiently,
the story formed between two ‘om’.

Two hands holding the Earth tenderly,
sending the light to whom it concerned

with words: “You can make it.”

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Slowly in

Photo by Brooke Shaden

                 Here I’m in the doubt/dare/bite chair
unhappy moments…, TV on the ceiling,
courteous “what channel?”,
“please, music” and ‘thanks’.

Expectation time long….longer..
askew little art on the wall
in the rusty as if sanguinary frame

Guest house? move closer...
the furry pet passed by in the hurry…
time? smell the flowers
pulled in…the crimson scent/sense

found in the air…which way?
gone by wind…the cup, the pet, the saucer
steady rotating at the periphery….

notice vent blades approaching
oh, silver tassels…
Grab one!…Bite on!...Done!

Nightmare catch/cage better.

Whirligig 3 ~ MMT

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig 3

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry 248

Saturday, April 18, 2015

dove ti portano flori

Inspired by the Floriana's Art

1.                Burst!

Thou brought hex yellow holographic pomace,
eyes lit wise centered moons absorbing
pixelated expression, climbed uphill blue
muscle strangely stubborn over inevitable
meeting the mask/smile greeter, a serpentine
of dusty road tickling the numb nervous

2.                As if it possible to shut up…

They gathered to pull/cut/grow vibrations,
the expression of prick-dream-aroma
mango/blue struck/dump down
stems like limbs, armless buds and leaves
bottomless balloon/baloney views
water smeared, watched from above
umbrella-headed crowded cloaks.

Thursday, April 16, 2015


Super Powers by Howard Finster ~ AVAM 

Thy farsighted glance,
closer things lose the shape,
just direction exists and smell,
          an aura, layers of thoughts,
          a choice to step into strata…

bringing a rigid
discomfort, resistance – noise...
do I want to engage?

those past  blueprints
never been my perception
for this new world of 'I'

how it feels today?
move to place that aligned
with the greatest dreams
          words: ‘peace’, ‘certainty’, ‘happy’,
          'seniority’, - trust yourself.

Read more at: Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With HA: Noise,

Imaginary Garden with real toads: AVAM

Inspired by Mastering Alchemy website, guru Jim Self, many thanks

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

The thought

Art by Daria Petrilli

All you need is Love
Three wishes - multiplied
The power of thought

Read more at: Magpie Tales

Sunday, April 12, 2015


 Art by Kumiharu Shimizu
"Budding Tulip" by Kumiharu Shimizu

“This is the day to bite your tongue…”
Psychic tip of the day,

This is the day to bite your tongue…
in giving mood, attention to sound,
body perceives an extraneous stimuli,
ears – long enough to spot hypnotizing
tom-tom in the cartridge on the flowerbed;
head? – how big or not at all, while
everything needed for ravishing  life –
just water and strength – touching the roots
fertilizing talk.

For now, this is the day to bite your tongue…
the first page/ copying the manners of
twins around, mirroring colors (why not orange?),
the form, the legend: where/why came from,
a membrane to pull on for air ventilated truth
thru a canal from underground savvies bulbs
between the roots and stems  to propagate,
carry weight  to new territory
meta-morphing silent budding tulips…

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig 2

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry #247

Wednesday, April 8, 2015


Art by Floriana Quaini

The fabric, transitional souls,
the laundry of thinned strata
so flimsy yet vulnerable
conscious offer
luminous reflection
to cope with density
hungry crafted
unable to relax, toxic
three-dimensional world,
firmly kneaded in
scold/scoff rightness

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

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

To day

cool morning air,
it feels to drink
the dew of April day,
alter the query
of wellbeing, based
on temp/o, waist
line melting
more walks along
the lakes,
aglow skies, in loops,
allow myself to hook
spontaneous mood
to stop when a look
meets a new quest…

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Cracked fruit

The power of the word is awesome
Expand horizons, said with passion
I heard birdsong in dream as anthem…

If dispute of the war been only phantom…
When we’re careful enough with word art…
Who knows... listen parable; when hopping

frogs were traveling, what happened:
two fell into the deep pit; although a group was sadden,
“You-good as dead”, - they said them.

One – stopped, gave up the battle,
another kept, heart pounding, the hopping.
When a frog made out, a group tried to fathom:

“Have you been listening to us?”
“I’m deaf, thanks for empowerment”, - was answer.

~ Magical Mystical Teacher~

Note: The form Monorhyme was suggested by Walter J. Wojtanik at Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig 1

Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

Friday, April 3, 2015

Taste of time

by videa ~

Breaking through
the bursting sprouts
under the heels

we marching up hill
despite the telegrams
winter keeps sending on
cars hoarfrost
in the morn of
a full moon day
the focus shifts:
pay off the favorites,
first -  clarity…

as fog dissipates
at the bay –
the castle we built
has a new