Limited Resources
atop your tower
you fine dine on the skyline
your water shall fall
spill over the edge
trickle down to the streets below
fuel the fire
the smoldering steam
shall someday scorch your vision
blinded by the truth
9 Remains
Too sad to tell you what you know
Those dear folks are waiting
Hope has worn thin and evaporates
Struggling to make sense and
Put the pieces together
To get on until the next disturbance
So many layers in too many places
A catastrophe becomes the metaphor
Breathing again the challenge
How many times shall we be
Tapped on the shoulder reminded
That our task is to serve
USA vs England Idiom Fail
England remarked to USA in its straight-laced manner,
Citizens are off on their jollies today. It is a good day.
USA wide-eyed answered in its typically casual drawl,
Getting their jollies on all together are they? It is a very good day, I’d say.
England raised its bushy brows, straightened its cravat and replied rather stiffly.
It’s always a very jolly day when the citizens are off on their jollies.
USA kicked up a dusty boot and paused for a spell, took off its hat to say,
I can only imagine a country getting their jollies on, could only be mighty jolly.
England puffed up its mighty chest, rocking its borders causing the tides to swell,
Now look what you’ve done, you’ve gone an undone the jolly day they were having getting their jollies on.
USA put both feet on the ground, donned its old dusty hat and said with a smile,
Then my my job here is done, it’s jolly I’ve become, getting my jollies on watching your jollies get – undone.
You and I
First time I found myself,
I lost.
I was much the same,
for what I hated you.
I lost,
I must be going now.
for what I hated you,
I should hate myself now.
I must be going now,
I am much the same I hate.
I should hate myself now,
every times I will find myself again.
(Source: phantom poem from chapter 4, of book ‘The Murder of Roger Ackroyd’)
Hour Nine
Lost but found
“To get lost is to learn the way”
We’ve heard fantasy stories about pirates, treasure seekers etc where people get lost and find themselves in either a great position or not so great.
But the most important thing is that when they reach somewhere, they find their ‘way’ for the next journey.
Sometimes things are not in our hand yet we can mould or create our own mini journey throughout the journey which fate has offered.
Learning starts with accepting the facts,
facts which made your presence here.
As a pirate I’m supposed to get drenched in sea water instead of my own sweat.
Invest in things that makes you keep going.
EAT CAKE CHIC – Hour Nine (2021)
EAT CAKE CHIC
let me give you some advice, honey, on the house
YOLO, you know, you’re only as strong as the drinks you mix,
the tables you dance on and the friends you party with.
live for the nights you’ll never remember with the friends
you’ll never forget, Live, Laugh, Love!
you’ll find love when you stop looking.
you have to look through the rain to see the rainbow.
you can tell I know, from this wind-tousled city light view,
how hard an ordinary face is
and an ordinary life and how unbearable
when the selfie needs a filter
and the floor’s not instagrammable
which is why I’m here! to show you the wise secrets
of any valedictorian or life coach with a cocktail rooftop pool
so shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you’ll land
among the stars or the stones and structures somewhere below
the lights dazzle my eyes and I’m perfectly picturesque
so just keep calm and carry on like I do
I can see everyone’s hours from up here
and to me they look the same
Hour 9 – Merfolk’s Regret (Image prompt)
I wish to flow across
The waves again
across the sea
Instead I let
Man expand
A devil’s bargain
At great cost
They pushed us back
and walled us off
Rather than sharing
Our homeseas.
This too Shall Pass
We are raped and disgraced
We are naked and homeless
We are penniless and defenceless
We are without a defender or advocate
Two dust
Blistered, far away from shed
Tormented by the wind
Arrested by the elements
Enemies within
Lions without
Butchers in white robes
Mortuaries preferred to hospitals
When our eclipse shines
And our pride returns
We shall say, this too shall pas
Hr 8: The Fallen Abridged
He fell from grace through treachery
Legendary scion of heroism
His existence made low
Fain was he
Then upon chance he met redemption
Blue eyed with hair the color of her spirit
Aflame with grit, bravery, and determination
She brings him back from the void
To face the verdant villain
The architect to his state
Though laid low in the final battle
His spirit lived on
In legendary fame
Flinn the Great
Bury My Head in the Sand
Bury My Head in the Sand
is how I felt the day of the fall.
Having played the pandemic well by having
two knee replacements and cataract surgery.
None of which had to be done
but after all…I was mostly stuck at home
like everyone else with nowhere to go.
So why not get all of these out of the way
in time for Spring and hope for the pandemic to wane?
And swinging a six week trip from
WA State to LA in an isolated campervan
made me feel like I’d played it all right.
Until a huff and puff from the gods
blew down and sent me flying
through air and onto my hip.
Suddenly I was setting my alarm for the middle
of the night to take medications, slowly ambling around.
What is my lesson?
Who will I be?
But the biggest question that I really can’t answer…
Was I not being careful or was it just meant to be?