The Cell

MONOCHROME  WEEKEND

http://monochromeweekendtheme.blogspot.com/

THE CELL

Though iron bars may hold me

My spirit still flies free.

I shall grow ever upward

Like the branches of a tree.

*

------------------------------------------------------------------

 

                          Frans Moretlmans

AN ARM AND A LEG

(An Acrostic)

A Carpenter in days gone by

Never merely made a chair

*

Also included were extra 'limbs'

Representing, each, a spare.

Money was scarce in those far-off days

*

And nothing was neglected;

Nothing was 'throw-away' back then;

Decades of wear were expected.

*

As arms and legs might wear out first

*

Leaving the owner short,

Each Carpenter supplied the spares;

(Greater profits, I'd have thought!)

*

Excursion

MONOCHROME WEEKEND

http://monochromeweekendtheme.blogspot.com/

EXCURSION

Like little uniformed butterflies

They flit about with excited cries.

Set free from school for one happy day

On a miniature holiday.

The Japanese Garden spreads its shade

With urn and bridge and colonnade.

The fish are swimming in deep green pools;

They enjoy such different schools.

'Look at that one!' 'Come and see!'

'Look at that bird in that tree!'

Excited voices ring around

With a joyful, youthful sound.

Tomorrow they'll write a boring version.......

'What I did on my excursion'!

*

-------------------------------------------------------------

GUESSING GAME!

Alfie met Dougie in the street, and he couldn't understand
Why he was taking such great care with the paper bag in his hand.
'What have you got in your paper bag? Is it something I can share?
Come on! Be a sport, old chap! What have you in there?
'I've got currant buns in here' said Doug.'I bet you'd like a bun.'
Said Alfie 'If I guess how many you've got, will you give me one?'
'Why!' said Doug 'If you guess right I tell you what I'll do....
As a reward I'll go without
And give them both to you.'
*

Thought Full

                                            Brenda Bryant

MONOCHROME WEEKEND

http://www.aileni.net/index.html

THOUGHT FULL!

I can see them..... little thoughts,

Starting-points, but no retorts!
Sharp internal conversations;
Private ones! No reservations.
Everything they'd love to say
Did polite convention not hold sway.

Forget the words that you may hear,

If you chance to wander near.

Forget the pleasantries and smiles

And different conversation styles.

Forget the jovial bonhomie,

The forced familiarity.

Forget the laughter echoing round

With such a very jolly sound.

Concentrate, instead, on thoughts,

 Those potent things no-one reports.

*

'I'm sure she wore that dress last year.'

'I cannot stand the stench of beer!'

'I see she's getting laughter lines!'

'Bert is dressed-up to the nines.'

'I hope no-one sees my bra-strap showing'

'The whiskers in his ears keep growing!'
'Oh, for a snooze in my arm-chair!'
Fred and Sue! What a ghastly pair!'

'Bertie's son has been imprisoned!'

'Margie's looking really wizened!'

'I think Arthur fancies me!'

'Polly's such a misery!'

*

Sometimes I feel I see them there,

Thoughts, just floating in mid-air!

*

An historical perspective here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2008/12/225-mind-reading.html

Deception

MONOCHROME WEEKEND

http://www.aileni.net/index.html

DECEPTION!

The monochrome deceives our eyes,

Hiding the blue of our seas and skies.

But there's another deception here,

Though, at first it might not be quite so clear.

See the coal-ships way off-shore;

We know what they are waiting for.

They will be our trade solution,

Exporting ship-loads of black pollution.

Sending coal to other races,

Other countries, other places,

Clouding their skies with dust and dirt,

While we remain blue and quite unhurt.

We deceive ourselves every time we feel

That pollution is a bit unreal!

Look at our sky! Look at our air!

'Pollution?' we say 'Oh, over there!'

*

Another 'take' on the same subject here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/immersion.html

Round the Bend.

MONOCHROME WEEKEND
http://www.aileni.net/index.html

ROUND THE BEND

We say it's for our bodies' sakes

We stride out by the water's side.

We've all put on those extra pounds;

They're very difficult to hide!

We say we like the great fresh air,

The breathing in and breathing out.

We say we like the friendliness

We simply could not do without.

We say we like the water views,

The rippling distances of lake.

We say we like the water-birds

And all the many sounds they make.

We say we like the extra thrill

Of finding new things round the bend.

But I say the thing we really like

Is the coffee and pastries at the end!

*

A more momentous walk here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/walking-tall.html

Lined Up.

Brenda Bryant


MONOCHROME WEEKEND

http://monochromeweeklytheme.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday-19th-december-2009-vol2.html

LINED-UP!

It's getting on my nerves,

Being devoid of curves!

As I sit here and wait

My life's completely straight!

Up and down they go!

Above and down below!

Across and on the slant.

Bless my Sainted Aunt!

Lines to left and right!

Low and at a height!

How I sigh and yearn

For shapes that curve and turn!

A circle, maybe two,

Would so improve my view.

A seat like me deserves

A lady with some curves!

I say, when girls pass by,

'Come on! Don't be shy!'

But lines are all I see.

Nothing but lines for me!

*

A sad tale tale of a seat in the park here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/05/loss.html