no news is good news?

“All things are wearisome, more than one can say.  The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.  What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again, there is nothing new under the sun.”  (Ecclesiastes 1:8) 

from

national newscasters

political pundits

television talking heads

to

local celebrities

small town coffee shops

gossip grapevines;

it’s

shocking indecency

another person’s tragedy

driveling trivia comedy

that

we know sells,  as “news”–

whatever our itching ears want to hear.

 

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Link to d’Verse Poets: Good News, Bad News, Your News

 

moonlight serenade

 Tan Renga linked to Carpe Diem

river stones

caressed by flowing water

pale moon shines   

                               -becca givens

 

owl wings past fir tree shadows

stream gurgles soft lullaby.

                              -lynn__

 

you are here

 

on Orion’s arm

of Milky Way galaxy

freckle of light ~Sun!

 

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Link to: Carpe Diem “Milky Way”

arach-NO-phobia

cautiously pick beans

garden spider on alert

dare disturb its web?

Argiope  image from www.fcps.edu

Argiope image from http://www.fcps.edu

 

Linking to:  Carpe Diem “Little Creature” Feature: Spider

virtual reality

turn volume down – pop!

fake flowers from grid landscape

fireworks screen saver

let there be music!

 

listen!

planets spinning,

moons’ revolving,

hear the stars sing!

atoms whirling,

cells alive swirling,

let seasons ring!

redwood voices tall,

wild flowing waterfall,

join nature’s newsong!

livestock ruminate,

humans communicate,

each hums their own

unique lifesong!

all corners of cosmos,

given the chance,

will loudly praise him

as lord of the dance.

 

listen to the music!

 

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Linking to:  d’Verse Poets: Influence of Music

pining for fresh aire

Photo and prompt:  Carpe Diem “Time Glass” #6 “Pine Tree”


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( a tanka)

sunshine takes a hike

to mountaintop meadow of

fragrant wildflowers;

highlights lofty evergreens,

ancient monarchs reign from cliff.

poetic cubism (to the 3rd power)

 

cell cell cellulose

sell sell cellulite

 

“le don de salon” (grand gift of living room)

 

wrangle of tangled angles

obliquely leaking geekiness?

 

“goodness gracious, such spacious diatomaceous!”

 

highbrow  eyebrow  i spy  eyesore?

“geometric excuse for obtuse abuse.”

 

pic pik pick picasso!

 

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Inspired by d’Verse Poets (but i was too late to link up to their “cubism” prompt)!

tan renga

Linking to:  Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge

sunset photo by Oliana

sunset photo by Oliana

 

power-driven fowl

in rays of a setting sun

flies home

                                                                 – © Oliana

 

return flight to nesting ground

jet-bird song follows contrail.

                                                                  – lynn

eclipsed

image from en.wikipedia.org

 

the blood moon

is a woman;

she bleeds her

monthly tide

as proof of

her fertility;

 

she labors

through phases

add nausea-um

waxes gibbous

and convulses

with hot birth.

 

her heart aches

behind the

dark side of

loneliness;

a face that

no one sees.

 

her secret

sorrow is the

knowledge that

she’s only the

reflecting mirror

of manly sun’s glory.

 

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Observed lunar eclipse October 8, 2014

 

blue haiku

 LOGO CD OCTOBER 2014-1

laundry piling up

got those dirty denim blues

please fix my machine

 

 

 

 

Linking up for  Carpe Diem’s 2nd Anniversary!  

Carpe Diem – “Blues”

 

epic carvings, historically speaking

 Linking to:  D’verse Poets Modern Mythologies

 My sons carved these pumpkins, which they dubbed 

“Titan the Spartan” and “Halwarg, the Great Wolf”

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(a triolet)

 

A Spartan helmet’s bravely plumed and always sharp his blade;

his courage in the face of death lives on in legends bold.

To track and kill a savage wolf would prove the man is made!

A Spartan helmet’s bravely plumed and always sharp his blade.

Thermopylae, where Persian wolves prevailed on Greeks betrayed;

in mountain pass spilled Spartan blood, war’s wind was howling cold.

A Spartan helmet’s bravely plumed and always sharp his blade,

his courage in the face of death lives on in legends bold!

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