The Blue Door

BLUE MONDAY

THE BLUE DOOR

Malcolm's been painting our front door.

It was a paler blue before.

Now I think it looks quite snazzy.

He hasn't done a bad job, has he!

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THE THREE P'S

(Pollution. Poverty and Puzzlement)

Forget about Climate Changes

And the part that humans play!

Forget about all the Experts,

Lecturing every day!

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Concentrate on Pollution;

The coal, the smoke the plastic!

Imagine a clean, sun-driven world!

Wouldn't that be fantastic!

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Concentrate on Poverty!

Some lives are just a bitch!

Shouldn't we share some wealth around,

The poor helped by the rich?

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Climate Change is a Puzzlement.

For it's happened to earth before.

So are we to blame this time around

As we're certainly to blame for war?

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Three P's! And one's Pollution;

Then comes Poverty.

The final P' is a Puzzlement

And that's the uncertain 'P'.

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Pollution and Poverty are real

They're definitely tragic.

Cure them and cure the Puzzlement

Now wouldn't that just be magic!

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Titles

WRITER'S ISLAND

http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2010/07/24/prompt-13-for-2010-titles/

We've been asked to use cassette cover titles in a piece of work. Our old vinyl records are in my study so I grabbed a Frank Sinatra! An Oldie but a Goldie!

TITLES

Under that OLD DEVIL MOON I am SWINGIN' DOWN THE LANE

Knowing you'll be waiting underneath 'our' tree again.

I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU all day long thinking 'LOVE IS HERE TO STAY'

For YOU'RE TOO MARVELLOUS FOR WORDS in every kind of way.

YOU BROUGHT A NEW KIND OF LOVE TO ME from the moment that we met.

I'VE GOT YOU UNDER MY SKIN you know! You're not easy to forget.

YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO YOUNG, my love! I feel about sixteen!

I feel like MAKIN' WHOOPEE, if you know what I mean!

WE'LL BE TOGETHER AGAIN, sweetheart  and I know it will be quite soon!

IT HAPPENED IN MONTEREY last time! Remember that harvest moon?

YOU'RE GETTING TO BE A HABIT WITH ME! I hope I am with you!

Some people say that ANYTHING GOES but my love is strong and true!

Now I'm saying all these things to you! At last you're in my arms!

Tell me you feel the same, my sweet! While I'm holding all your charms!

I want to share my life with you so, baby, HOW ABOUT YOU? 

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You can't mean what you're saying!

 'Go and paddle your own canoe!'

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WILD WEST

(An Acrostic)

Wagons rolling, single-filed.
In the West it's very wild.
Leading over the endless plain.
Dust! No sign of soothing rain!
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Wheels are turning; men are steady.

Every gun is at the ready.
Shots are fired! The dead fall down!
The Sherrif's men have come to town.

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Celestial Raincoat!

                                                       Gerald Gee.

MELLOW YELLOW MONDAY

http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/

CELESTIAL RAINCOAT!

If only it could be

As easy as that for me!

If only I could shelter

From all life's helter-skelter

Caught in a golden beam,

A sort of holy dream!

If only a belief

Could bring such great relief!

If only He could prevent

Rain falling on my tent!

But, in the local papers,

You wouldn't believe the capers

'Got up to' by gentlemen of the cloth!

Sins of jealousy and sloth,

Avarice, gluttony and pride!.

Many ending up 'inside'!

This cherubic little man

Had better keep dry while he can!

All too soon a crash of thunder

Will dissipate the beam he's under!

Life without it will not be jolly!

He didn't think to bring a brolly!

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A TREE IS A TREE

I have seen trees before
Many trees
Many times
Marching down highways, plumping up hills,
Straggling behind fence-posts,
Colouring-in far horizons.
I have relaxed in their shade,
Scuffled in their leaves,
Enjoyed their fruit.
I have looked up to them in awe in Canada,
Noted their military precision in Finland,
I have depleted my store of numbers
Counting the shades of green they offer.
I have swooned at the sight of an English chestnut,
Marvelled to see an African baobab,
Delighted in the silver-birch subtlety of the Australian gum.
Millions upon millions of trees.
But a tree was a tree was a tree.
Until the other day.......
When I walked through the bush, with two little boys,
And we gazed, and we chattered,
And we looked way, way up to the sky,
And then round and round at the rope-like vines,
And then squinted into the deeper bush
Where, surely, 'something' was moving!
We touched new green shoots with our tippy-fingers
And slashed away at the grass with our dry old sticks.
And, all the time, the water in the creek gurgled a tipsy song,
The ferns rode riotously up hill.
And bell-birds tinkled like an orchestra of timpani.
Memories-to-be indeed.
But for me, the fondest memory of the day will be the little hands.
Hands dragging, slashing, stroking, fondling, exploring;
But, most of all, holding mine.

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Unimportant Moment

HAIKU HEIGHTS

http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/

Celebrating today's waking moment

UNIMPORTANT  MOMENT!

Unimportant birds in the blue morning sky.

Not worth a single comment.

Pleasure personified! Singing for me! Very important!

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BALLERINA!

A ballerina in the footlights, with tutu pinkly flared!

She has just made her entrance! She is a little scared.

A shadow is her scenery, painted on pristine white,

As she stands there, a little breathless, blinking in the light.

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Perfect Copy

                                              Brenda Bryant

SHADOW SHOT SUNDAY

http://heyharriet.blogspot.com/


PERFECT COPY

(A Cinquain)

Shadow.

Branch silhouetted

Reaching, posing, displaying.

Perfect copy of perfection.

Foliage.

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RUST BUCKET.

Once it raced with joy and zest,
Certain that it was the best,
Gleaming with a paint so brilliant;
Always speedy and resilient.
Once the driver stroked its bonnet
With its emblem shining on it.
Once he used to say 'Old girl!
Shall we give your wheels a whirl?'
Once the passers-by would stare
When the two of them took the air.
The driver called his motor 'Sally';
Entered her in every rally.
Chatted to her as he drove
All the way from Bath to Hove!
Spent his Sundays on his back
Tending her with wrench and jack.
Read whole magazines about her!
Felt he couldn't live without her.
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But, of course, my friends, he could!
Such is life! That's understood.
'Sally' felt it in her bones
When she heard impatient tones.
Not the blandishments of yore
But terms that shook her to the core;
'Where, I ask you, is your status,
A car with old-time indicators?
Sally, haven't you realised....
Engines are computerised!'
Once he even kicked her wheel!
She really needed nerves of steel.
Finally, came the very last straw;
Looking along the drive she saw
'Kylie' a brand new shiny racer
Brought in, she knew, just to disgrace her.
The garage couldn't fit in two,
So she slept outside in the rain and dew.
Slowly she deteriorated;
She neither beeped nor indicated.
She attracted smears and dust
But, most of all, she turned to rust.
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But do I spy a touch of greenery
Creeping in to join the scenery?
Could it be that she will soften
And that bugs will visit often?
Maybe plants will climb and clamber;
Flowers of yellow, red and amber.
Maybe all we soon will see
Is a rather odd-ball tree.
And birds will trill across the valley
'Let us go and nest in Sally!'.
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Dissection

WEEKEND REFLECTIONS
http://newtowndailyphoto.blogspot.com/2010/07/looking-down-at-sky-weekend-reflections.html


DISSECTION

Lines and angles,

Shadow tangles

Plus a touch of dissection.

Elongations,

Indications

Of light from many directions.

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BLUE COLLECTION

The blue of lapis lazuli on a good friend's window-sill,
Waiting until the sun comes beaming through.
Waiting to form deep shadows on the fruit baskets below,
Adding the subtle mystery of blue.
This is the home of travelers to all parts of the earth;
In native markets they were pleased to buy
Many a quaint memento to bring home and enjoy.
And here we see their lapis lazuli.
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Around and Around

AROUND AND AROUND

Next week, my dears, I've cleared the decks

And I'll be domesticated!

I've canceled social junkets;

They wont be contemplated!

No lunches with the girls! Not one!

No chattering on the phone!

My life will be lived as a haus frau

And Maxine's set the tone.

I may even turn my back on blogs!

They're just a big distraction.

I've got to get the house to rights

After previous inaction!

Too long, Maxine, I've sat and walked

And lazed and drooped around it.

I was seeking for encouragement

And now, Maxine, I've found it!

I've written 'FREE' in every space

On the calendar next week

I'll turn out cupboards right and left!

I'll be too tired to speak!

You've been a dreadful warning!

I mustn't act like you!

I'll turn into a Maxine!

What an awful thing to do!

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FACES IN THE CROWD.


As I sat drinking iced coffee I watched the passers-by,
With a critical and, shall we say, a sharp sardonic eye.
Malcolm was stuck in a man-style shop, seeking a 'crimping' tool,
And he takes his time about such things, I can tell you, as a rule!
So I thought I'd play a private game, related to 'I Spy.'
As I watched the throng of variegated people passing by.
'Would I swap with you....or you....or you....or you?' I pondered,
As they scuttled, drifted, hung-around or just, without aim, wandered.
Here was one so old and bent by comparison I felt youthful!
And here was one all angular; I like 'plump', to be truthful!
Here was one weighed down with cares, her mouth a downward arc.
Here was one who probably earned her living after dark!
Here was a schoolgirl, blithe and gay, with all her life before her;
With all those examinations; I was certain they would bore her.
Here was a mother and screaming kids! I couldn't live that again!
And here was a suffering creature, hobbling in great pain.
I'm an ordinary woman, approaching the end of life;
An ordinary mother and an ordinary wife.
And I sometimes feel downhearted when I think I've been deceived,
Reaching this stage with almost nothing quite achieved.
But a little self-analysis works wonders, I have found.
So, if you ever get the blues, simply look around.
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