succulent diamond #haibun

https://fivedotoh.com/2023/03/27/fowc-with-fandango-succulent/

#FOWC with fandango . one word challenge “succulent”.

Haibun Monday 3-27-23: Pressure

#dverse poets pub area talking about pressure. Thank you frank for the prompt

Succulent diamond.

#shenryu.

Succulent diamonds,

Earth’s hidden treasure stolen,

Used for shiny bling.

Would I want to be a diamond. A nice hard shiny diamond. I have read a report of those who would like to have their ashes compressed into a diamond…….

Really! What a daft idea who buys that shiny shit. Why do we dig holes in the ground chasing shiny baubles? Bling really what a waste of valuable resources. The pressure this puts on our planet just for a bit of shiny decoration.

Gold, diamonds and other shiny shit is wasted when used to decorate us. Let’s recycle what we have already! Dig it out of landfills, melt down Mr T’s gold chains etc, etc, etc. Use it to improve science, communication, our knowledge, etc, etc, etc.

Earth under pressure,

Free her from stupidity,

Wisdom now required.

Oh my #word play

Oh my #word play.

Meeting the Bar: Word Play

Thank you grace for egging us on to play with our words here at #dverse.

#oxymoron, #kenning.

Good grief, this devout atheist,

Must get out into the breaker of trees.

To escape,

This civil war engulfing my house,

Two wheeled mile eater.

Sweet Crumb munching,

Much more pleasant than,

The melancholy merriment indoors.

Following The sweet nose puller,

I drift purposefully into the bakers,

Finding awfully good,

Cakes as weapons.

Taking home,

Peace crumb munchies,

To end civil war of,

Fighting lovers.

dad’s receipt

https://dversepoets.com/2023/03/21/poetics-in-fathers-name/

http://fivedotoh.com/2023/03/21/fowc-with-fandango-receipt/

#FOWC

#dverse

” Anyone can be a father but it takes a real man to be a Dad.” unknown child. gave me the inspiration for my piece.

we have been asked to include three song titles by Punam at #dverse.

the titles i have chosen are;

song for dad by Keith Urban

my fathers eyes by Eric Clapton

your daddy loves you by Gill Scott Heron.

Dad’s receipt!

#fatherhood.

For sale or hire, multi child rabble,

writing this song for dad.

Damaged but not forgotten.

Comes with loving Mum.

Babysitters beware,

For I have my fathers eyes.

Must keep receipt,

Limited time offer,

Super hero required.

Strong together,

With added brothers,

Father long gone,

Dad always present.

Child rabble,

your Daddy loves you.

With memories,

Of a father and a dad.

Some bad

some,

Incredible.

makeshift heart #qudrille172.

https://dversepoets.com/2023/03/20/quadrille-172/

#q44, #44

Hello all at #dverse and thank you mish for todays prompt of shift.

Makeshift heart. #quadrille.

My makeshift heart purged,

Left behind when my love,

was stolen.

My life shifted from full,

into nothing but an empty,

place of shifting shadows.

My shifty ex now,

Long forgotten,

I gearshift into life.

An upshift where,

I no longer,

Require my heart.

BLOODY writers! #senryu.

#arthubprompt, #senryu, #dversepoetspub

Bloody writers sit,

Laughing as if lunatics,

Making others cringe.

Bloody writers drink,

Coffee, tea, chocolate,

Discussing jottings.

Bloody writers share,

Freaking out their audience,

Scaring spectators.

Bloody writers drink,

Coffee, tea, chocolate,

Discussing scribbles.

Bloody writers read,

Stories, poems and legends,

Comforting each other.

Bloody writers drink,

Coffee, tea, chocolate,

Discussing scribbles.

Bloody writers work,

Words into fables of life,

Leaving legacies.

Bloody writers drink,

Coffee, tea, chocolate,

Discussing scribbles.

Bloody writers’ death,

From disgruntled readers,

Blood-soaked bodies.

Bloody writers mourned,

Their scribblings now selling,

Only after death.