Sunday's Softly Settling

The Ghostly Crowned Thief

Skating blithely, 

Sliding, slyly

Crystalised snow shines bright.

Etched in filigree, 

Dusting the canopy

Carpets of frozen balm.

Ordained in a shimmering calm. 

Softly settling on petal and leaf

Winter huffs in like a ghostly crowned thief

Soothingly singing to freeze

Damaged life and severed decrees.

Hush up your frantic old fuss.

Slow now, and yet in a flush

Store what you can, and watch your own breath

Rise in a fog of laughter in gusts

Tinkling joy as onwards ice thrusts

Those who are weary 

Hear hush-a-byes cheery

See nothing but twinkling delight.

Friday Frosts

Closest Of The Close

Because they are friends,

I can take some space.

Because they are relations

I can walk away

And be myself for a while;

Buy you, closest of the close

Feel betrayed, take offence

Because I can not share

My need for some solitude.

Yet sometimes I need to be alone,

To realise and consolidate

All I have, have learnt and known;

To appreciate and mind

And remind myself of what it is to love

To find myself again and again

Beyond all doubt loved.

Closest of the close,

For all the world

I would not willingly hurt you,

Cause you pain

So say that you still love me

So I may return again.

Mel Dixon

Shiny Sunday

Catching Hold

Yes – love, love

For though we know it pains

Not to denies us the very best of all life’s richest gains.

Yes – hope, hope

For not to sullies days

Which otherwise would profit us in much more fruitful ways.

Yes – give, give

For not to kills us all

Taking can not cure us, nor prevent a fall.

Yes – trust, trust

For not to stifles hope

Making it impossible to give, to love, to cope.

Mel Dixon

Copyright remains with the author

Moonbeam Dreaming, Monday Meaning

The Moonbeam

Into the frozen darkness

A shaft of blue

Fingered the walls

Silently crawled

Soft edged up the bed

Bathed the sleeper in its shroud

Kissed her head

Lingered for a moment or two

Closed her eyes

And ere its silken sheet withdrew

Caught her sigh.

Saturday Swish - A Scurrying Wish!

Wol Wednesday

Shaun Scops

Friday's Fools of Twits Whoo-Whoo

Fusby Foozle

Fusby Foozle was a complete and utter doozle

He worn a striped shirt when he set out to work

And dabbed his paint stick on his snoozle.  

A felonious twit who swquarked a fair bit

Which hardly found favour or perk

He sits in a cage in a terrible rage

Unless fed all the day - what a berk!

Flirty Fleer

Fastidious Flirty Fleer
Would preen herself and sneer
At any who would feather fluff her day
Though sharp and very glam
Twas all mere toot and flam
But impressive all the same, that display.


 

Tall Tales Tuesday

Flip Flop

Flip Flop

Would Hip Hop

Non Stop

He'd Hop Pop

Tip Top

He'd Nip Hop

Hop Hip

He'd Hop Pop

Tip Nip

Was Pip Dip

Top Lip

Would Nit Nip

Body Pop

To Hip Hop

Flip Slip

To Hop Hip

Hip Pip

Dip Slip

Tip Flip

Nip Dip

Pip Hip

Hip...

 

Hooray! 

Flippety Poppety

Flippety Poppety
Twitching and hoppety
Always a hippety
Nibbling no stopperty
No matter whattery
Dancing away.

Til done with her boppery
Twerking her botterie
She'd slipperty dropperie
Down in the pottery
At dusk... every day! 

Sunday Felines, Feeling Quite Fine

Two Cats

Conscious infuses

With wary muses

On softly treading toes –

I know not where she goes.

Curious now stares 

With artful repairs

Homeward with an unsung song in her throat

And, as if blessed, a sparkle in her coat.

Mysterious Mooning Monday

Greener Grass 

On the other side, the grass is greener;

A fertile vibrant style life

Natural, wholesome,

Partner, children;

How lucky a mother, a wife.

Always there,

Loved and needed, never lonely.

A life share

In fear dispelling unity

Means little stress;

Self sorting yes?

No hassle to it,

Oh to just do it.

No question – the other side is greener.

On the other side, the grass is greener;

A vibrant, fertile existence,

Carefree spirit,

Adventure with merit

How lucky single, independence.

Going somewhere,

Free and easy, never tied.

A life dare

With self assuring pride

Means little stress;

Self sorting yes?

No hassle to it,

Oh to just do it.

No question – the other side is greener.

Fiercesome Friday Freaks

The Spider and The Fly 

Caught in flight

The fly learns plight,

Held by the finest of threads

Endangered by its flaying.

If it moves, the spider in its web

Feels the music of a meal playing.

Timing;

Cautious moves measured

Could mean its release

From that intricate woven pleasured

Ensnaring beast.

Tension;

Like the web itself, could last forever

But only one of them will prove clever.

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The Dumbledore

The bumblingly busy dumbledore
Did blithely, but politely implore,
Pray tell me, then when you last heard or saw
A dozing bee that boomed a snore!

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Mothballed Myths

It's not only owls that in the night
Flit silent in furtive flight
A fable and near myth
Of mothic magic caused a tiff
That one flew in the day
To the sun there to stay.
Well, there might have be one
But me deare, come, come -
For how ridiculous and absurd
Moths came afore that bird.