ice cream troiku

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1695 – Ice Cream  . . . Troiku

“This time I have chosen for another nice summer theme, Ice Cream. Of course ice cream isn’t specific for summer, because you can eat ice cream whole year, but in summer the ice cream gives us the coolness we need on a warm summer day.”

I found a nice haiku themed “ice cream” written by S.D. Tiwari:

snow fall in belly
adding lusciousness to feast
vanilla ice cream

© S.D. Tiwari

Here is my attempt:

snow fall in belly
melts, turns quickly to warmth
child catches snow in mouth

adding lusciousness to feast
scooping ice cream
into waffle cones

vanilla ice cream
color of new fallen snow
sweetens belly

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summer cocktails

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1694 Summer Cocktails

summer cocktail

Summer Cocktail

together with my love
coming at peace in the summer night
sharing our cocktail

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

frosty cocktail
love potion mixed with fresh fruit
two straws

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Wrong Choice

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – July 7th – “Take a Mulligan”
“At one time or another we think about how we would have done things a bit different than we did. A do-over! A replay. Taking a mulligan! Do something all over again with the results you had expected.”

Mom’s retirement party meant more
to her than I thought. Beautifully
dressed, smiling, she was surrounded
by coworkers, friends, and family
who loved her and wished her well–
all were present except her older daughter.
I was uptown from Mom’s party dealing
with a needy friend. How I wish
I could have that night back. Mom
was hurt and sad. I no longer have
contact with that friend because
I came to realize that I was
a sounding board to bounce her
numerous neurotic episodes off of.
In telephone conversations, she
never asked about me. In the end
I saw clearly that she was toxic, selfish.

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Cloistered Beauty

Written for:  Sunday Muse, Wordle #63

still-life-photography-023

the butterfly jar by lostinthisphotograph

I shan’t last
much longer. My
wings are stuck
together, and there
is scarcely any
air. I thought
about rolling
the jar into the
window, and breaking
it to escape, to fly
free. It is a lack
of strength that stops
me. If she considers
me so beautiful, she
should free me. Soon,
I will not look pretty.
I shan’t last
much longer.

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In The Near Future

Written for:  Sunday Whirl  #411

Words:  course, groan, still, find, melt, chime, oath, sign,  water, beat, shimmer, short

Of course you can still find water
in short supply where last
of the shimmering ice floes
melted. There is no sign,
but there are bells chiming
nearby in the ancient tower–
an odd beat, more of
a groan. They all took
an oath . . . too late.

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Gods in Sync

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Weekend Mini-Challenge
Art FLASH/55  (posted by Kerry)

“For this weekend’s art collaboration, I am introducing an illustrator in ink and watercolour, known as Anarh1a, from Novorossiysk, Russia. She has kindly given permission for us to use her beautiful piece, ‘Chernobog and Belobog’, for our poetic inspiration. This picture is part of a series the artist completed on Slavic gods, depicting The Myth of Creation.”

There flew across the sky, above the Infinite Ocean-Sea, three birds: an Eagle in a front and two bright Falcons behind. The first chose the path, and directed the course. The two others followed him. One flew behind the right wing of the Eagle and looked up, into the sky. The other, who flew behind the left wing of the Eagle, looked down. Eagle was a Great God himself. One falcon was Belobog (White God), the other was Chernobog (Black God).
For more background on the role of these gods in Slavic culture, please follow this LINK.

White falcon focuses
on the heavens, scanning
for changes in atmosphere
or dangers.

Black falcon sweeps
the ground from his position
to see where it is safe to land.

Regal eagle trusts in Black
and White gods to pave
his way. His time and attention
are taken up with deep philosophical
thinking, mathematics, and science.

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Best

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – July 5th – Best
“What was the best moment (memory) from your past (again, far past or near past, it doesn’t matter!)? Best friends could qualify here!

Alternatively, find synonyms for the word “best.” Use your three finest (there’s one) choices and include each of them, one per stanza, in a three stanza poem.”

Dressed in his finest attire
he hoped she would not guess
each piece was rented.

More than a simple triumph
she won the match, beating out
current champion.

School was known to be elite,
only accepting cream of the crop.
Shame she was caught cheating.

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Pearl of a Girl

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Out of Standard – This is the end???
(posted by Isadora)
“This is the end????
From time to time we fall in love with a great story, but the ending just doesn’t satisfy us.

Your challenge: create a poem that rewrites an ending that let you down. It could be from a book, song, video game, TV show, movie, or any other medium. Just give us the ending you would have wanted. 

Nicknamed Pearl, a girl
from Texas with a voice
that pleaded, cried, wailed
blues. Drugs drenched
the music world; young
people were dying. She
was twenty-seven, strong-
willed, and did not succumb.
Still tours with her famous
boa wrapped ’round her neck,
and her Southern Comfort
no longer comes from a bottle.

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Three Brothers

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 – July 3rd:  “The Hardest Thing”

“We all face challenges in our lives. It is how we deal with them that shows our mettle! Write about one of the hardest things with which you had to deal. It could be from your far distant past or something as immediate as five minutes ago. No need delving into any “True Confession” here. It was difficult and you survived it!”

Alternatively, write a “hard” poem. Rocks, boulders, bricks and blocks are all hard. A stubborn person is considered “hard headed.”

Three brothers–
one was the smartest
pig. He knew
to build house
you need bricks, not straw or sticks.
His house was sturdy.
Wolf did not succeed
as he had with other two.
Lesson learned–
a brick house
will protect against
Big Bad Wolf.

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best friends

Written for: Carpe Diem #1692 Summer Love … extreme haibun

“This month we will see a lot of examples of love in Japanese poetry, but for starters I have chosen to challenge you with the creation of a so called “extreme haibun”. An “extreme haibun” is a short story in which you may use a maximum of 50 words including the poetry. So it’s really a short story.

For this first episode the theme of the month is also the theme for the day “Summer Love”.”

dogs on beach

They raced side by side to ocean, swimming and splashing.
Each day, a new discovery. Sand held mysteries
if you were willing to dig.

At seasons’s end, their families left for home. The friends
howled, tails between their legs.

cozy in nest
new born robins grow bigger
they dread leaving

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