A Haibun and a Haiku
By Rob Kingston
Aligning stars
How weird, you're thinking about something
that has come through spiritual lines and you open today's wordle and type a
relative word.
strike one
the clatter of skittles
dancing on the floor
Haiku
gong bath
a bit of me in full
chakra colours
Both were published
in last month's Blithe Spirit Volume 34, number 2
The Appointment
By Sis Unsworth
George
was feeling quite poorly, not himself from his point of view
He
rang for a doctor's appointment, and was told he was in a queue
At
first, he was quite patient, just waiting for his turn,
But
after half an hour, he began showing some concern
A
voice said they were busy, but would answer him real soon
So
frequently they said it, it filled poor George with gloom
He
heard the postman knocking, but wouldn’t leave the phone
It
surely must be his turn soon, he had a silent moan.
George
was feeling hungry, his breakfast had turned cold,
He
wanted that appointment, so he continued to hold.
He
noticed through the window, it had begun to rain
Earlier
he’d put some washing out, it would now be wet again,
The
dog was rubbing around his legs, impatient to go out.
“Why
don’t you get the washing in,” he heard his wife cry out.
George
was feeling so irate, when he heard a voice then say,
“All
appointments are now filled, please call another day.”
Copyright
Sis Unsworth
THE TROUBLE WITH NAMES
By Peter Woodgate
I have this sort of problem
With names of things and places
With people too it’s just the same
I can’t put names to faces.
There’s thingamajigs and whatsername
And watchermecallit too
Thingamebobs and whatsitcalled
Just give me a bloody clue.
You see it’s fairly simple
It’s there within my brain
But accessing is difficult
It’s never been quite the same
Since I became an O.A.P.
My memories gone to pot
My children look at me and say
That I have lost the plot.
This does not concern me much
Cos I can keep a list
Of all those names and birthdays
And things I’ve often missed.
But something is quite worrying
When I cuddle the wife and then,
She utters the words “You’ve had
that”
And I can’t remember when.
Copyright Peter Woodgate
It was a long time before she realised the truth
By Sis Unsworth
Jill
had bought a mirror and placed it in the hall,
as
time went by she realised, she wasn’t sure at all.
So
she moved it to another place, but didn’t like it there,
she
thought it might look better, closer to the stair.
Yet
still she felt dissatisfied, something was still wrong,
she
must find another place, while she was feeling strong.
Jill
tried it in the bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom too,
she
couldn’t solve the mystery, she didn’t have a clue.
It
was a long time, before she realised the truth.
Wherever
she hung the mirror, it revealed her fading youth.
Copyright
Sis Unsworth
By Peter Woodgate
OK Alexa, we’ve come to the
crunch,
It’s cards on the table, I guess,
I’m sorry that I pulled out the
plug
And left things in such a mess.
I realise now that you are AI,
Despite that beguiling voice,
My wife is real, with human
traits,
Despite that, she is my choice.
It’s easy, you see, to forget real
love
And things that are taken for
granted,
We both have our moments, as
humans,
But, in our heads, it is planted.
We love each other, through thick
or thin,
And despite the ups and the downs,
We can be silly, especially me,
Consequently, we act like clowns.
So, thanks for declining my
proposal,
My mind was in such a muddle,
I realise now what a fool I’ve
been
We would never have had a kiss or
cuddle.
Copyright Peter Woodgate
By the Riddler
The Riddler Has two
puzzles for us today:
No 1. I have a Key & a Lock. A Space but no room. You can Enter, but you cannot go outside!
What am I?
No 2. I shine bright at night but disappear at dawn.
What am I?
Keep em
coming Riddler
By Sis Unsworth
Jill
remembered her first Easter egg, all those years ago,
Sweets
were still on ration then, but she’d been to young to know.
She
remembered the counter, in Woolworths where they did stop
It
was always exciting, when her aunt and mum, would shop
They
told her of the Easter egg, and she couldn’t wait to see
The
only eggs she ever saw, were those they had for tea.
And
they were still on ration, she heard her mother say,
So
buying a chocolate Easter egg, made it such a special day.
Jill
was so excited, it was so hard to bare,
The
egg was in a cardboard box, so they handled it with care
Life
seems very different now, she reminisced with tears
such a special moment, to treasure through the years.
So
as Easter came around again, she felt a bright warm glow
Remembering
her first Easter egg, from all those years ago.
Copyright
Sis Unsworth
