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.

Half moon promise

Tonight’s #dversepub poetic meet is all about the half moon. so we are writing haibuns on the subject.

https://dversepoets.com/2023/02/27/haibun-monday-2-27-23-mezza-luna/

Photo by Tobias Bju00f8rkli on Pexels.com

Half-moon promise!

#Haibun, #halfmoon, #dverse.

Riding home at sunset in February always pleasant as each evening gets lighter. The half moon rising in the sky with a few stars shining brighter than the light pollution from my town. The weather report on the evening news promises a chance to glimpse the northern lights from here, normally too far south for such a treat. Then the clouds appear obscuring any hope. Perhaps one day another trip to Scotland will be fitted into my life.

Please Mezza Luna,

Northan lights a must see,

On my bucket list.

conkers bonkers #haibun

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/26/haibun-monday-september-song/

Thank you, Xenia Tran, for hosting tonight @ #dverse. and prompting us to write a September haibun .

Conkers bonkers!

Across the moor to fun,

Children laughing kicking leaves,

Filling parent’s pockets with horse chestnut.

Grandparents enjoying their company.

Hot chocolate with marshmallows,

Watching conker championships,

(An English game played with horse chestnuts threaded onto string).

Craft filled tents selling their wares.

Back to grandparents’ home,

To find exploded jacket potatoes,

All over grandad’s oven,

Never forgotten for ten years and beyond.

One conker now tree,

Growing in my garden lawn,

Living reminder.

shelter #haibun

https://dversepoets.com/2022/08/29/haibun-monday-give-me-shelter/

Today at #dversepoetspub mish has invited us to talk about shelter. something we all have the right to. but some of us have the means to earn our shelter removed.

Shelter #haibun.

Have you ever had the choice of eating or a roof over your head? Ever had to try and survive a month with only £10 for food? So, the shelter of a kindly relative offering a hot meal each day was a savour. I soon moved away from that toxic situation of low wages and high rent. I have empathy for those who are not able to do so. The private school boys who now run Britain are paddling this green and pleasant land down the river without a paddle.

Despite life having moved on here in England the fuel companies think they have the right to fleece their customers. Making huge profits while whole families go with out food and warmth. I am really concerned with the English governments attitude to class system. They have not the right to ignore the suffering of millions as they sit in their ivory towers swigging expensive wine.

Physco leaders reap, Fuel prices rise up,

Billionaires drain society, Wealth grabbing fuel suppler,

Families crushed. Killed for wealth.