Let’s resurrect the fireworks
pretend we’re young again
we laugh to hide the sorrow
the ludicrousness of it all
reliability applicable only
to sentiments, little else
post surgeries, chronic
illness and radiation’s turn
fireworks are for the young,
we agree returning to our screens.
(We’ll blame this poem on the prompts of the day: Â Fandango’s: fireworks, Ragtag Communities: resurrect, and Daily Addictions: reliable.)
Ignorance divides –
willingness to cross fear’s lines –
chance for unity
(Written for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: Â chance & unite)
Viewed from the shelter
of Fog Harbour’s luxury,
Pier 39, a serene snapshot
vessels tethered silently
waiting, a single gull
bobbing nonchalantly by
sea-inspired dishes satiate
appetites, as we ponder
the legacy of Alcatraz
watch the ferries line up,
load up and slip away –
robotic whale-like rhythm
on a far dock, a gigantic
mass of darkened bodies
indiscernible from this height
the pungency of their odour
and discordant bray of roars
unavailable from our perch
afterwards, we will join
the serried rank of onlookers
attempt to determine who
is gawking at whom –
the oily swarm of lazy flesh
or the camera-toting fans
fulfilling our contract
as tourists, memorializing
San Francisco’s wonder.
(Daily Addictions prompt is gigantic, Fandango’s word of the day: contract , Ragtag Community has offered serried. Â Image is from personal collection: Â Pier 39, Fisherman’s Wharf, SF)
Fan whirs,
like a cyclone
building pressure
head craves silence
thump –
automated shutoff
ears ring in aftermath
mind craves silence
shrill peep
shatters calm
pierces closed pane
heart craves silence
emotions churn
burning tears
anger screaming
soul craves silence
dissonance
a monotonous roar
bouncing off bones
no silence here
only craving
(Written for Manic Mondays 3-way Prompt: Silence)
Suspect
these sentiments,
gnarled and ungrateful,
only serve to tip the scale
in favour of cynicism
have, therefore,
decided on self-
imposed quarantine;
will be keeping thoughts
to myself, thank you.
Suffice to say
that having confronted
multiple betrayals,
and insurmountable
heartache, all pointing
vile accusations
at a lack of discernment,
and questionable self-worth,
I am currently not imbibing
romantic dribble –
Oh, dear! I’ve said too much.
(Inspired by the daily promptings of: Fandango (suspect), Ragtag Community (scale), Daily Addictions (intimidate), and Sammi Cox’ Weekend Writing Prompt (quarantine).
Image produced by yours truly.)
Happy Canada Day! Hope everyone stays safe and cool today!
Welcome to my country,
there’s so much to explore.
We really are a friendly bunch
but there’s a few things we abhor
So, we’ve written specific rules
for our visitors to keep in mind –
above and beyond the expected
these oddities are considered crime.
Please refrain from removing
a band-aid while in a public place,
and it’s more than just offensive
to fart when in another’s space.
Should you happen to encounter
our most coveted royal, the Queen,
avoid startling or scaring her, or
your arrest will cause a scene.
Driving a sleigh down the highway
may seem a ludicrous thing to do,
however; it’s actually acceptable if
your horse sports bells more than two.
Taking your feet off bicycle pedals,
is illegal in Ottawa, our capital town,
and riding through Sudbury with a siren
will elicit more than just a frown.
While sightseeing with your mother
in Toronto…
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I like a crispy stalk of celery
to stir a Caesar’s spice,
or a wedge of tart lemon
squeezable in tea that is iced
and cinnamon is delectable
when steeping in hot cider
but never in my sipping days
have I requested a side of spider.
(Based on an actual incident. Â Photo is proof.)
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