Showing posts with label Daily Writing Practice; four-line poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daily Writing Practice; four-line poem. Show all posts

Sunday, February 13, 2011

DWP: the flight attendant

In Lufthansa's business class, he hovers around me,
hands a blanket while topping up my lemonade.
Then he slips a little card, with his phone number in it;
I look at his handsome face and I'm thinking "AIDS"?

-o0o-

Note: When I came to Canada in 1988, I flew from Frankfurt on Lufthansa's business class to Toronto. The flight attendant was a handsome young thing, sweet talker, too. He treated me like I was a real VIP, so I could say it was worth the money I paid for (the plane ticket, that is). Halfway through the trip, I realized he was actually flirting with me. Not knowing anyone in Toronto, I kept his business card and thought, yes, hook up with a flight attendant sometime. Next day, the newspapers carried a news item about how a number of Lufthansa flight attendants were found to have the AIDS virus. It was enough reason to "lose" his business card.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

charge

charge

and the judge in disdain sees the verdict,
that is decided by the tired jury.
so the charge has now been dropped
and the criminal goes free.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

nests

There are things in my garden that you can't touch
First the roses and wisterias, the dahlias and irises
The ivies and impatience, as well as the costas
And in the sweet peas, you'll find the viper's nest.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

warnings

warning


haven't i warned you about this before?
that although you don't see my nose twitch
just don't make me angry or don't piss me off
or else you'd know that i'm a bad witch.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

new beginnings

new beginnings

all decorations have been removed and stored
the christmas tree's folded and boxed
and he gives me the news that he's decided to move
ah, how better to start the new year and my mood.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

DWP - Santa Claus: prompt

Santa Claus

The Santa looked so real with his snow-white beard,
Big tummy, rosy cheeks and his suit of white and red.
But when little Jimmy sat down on his big fat knee,
He shouted, "Ewww, his breath smells not so funny!"

Saturday, December 18, 2010

DWP - strange behaviour: prompt

strange behaviour

colourful clothings, bright candles, merry flowers,
gold balloons, horns tooting, champagne a-flowin'
and in the centre should stand my coffin
this is how you celebrate when i'm a-passin'.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

DWP - ice: prompt

ice

big deceiver when it's on the road
looks like nothing, it fools your eyes
but try driving through it at 50 miles
too late to realize it is black ice.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

DWP - the chef: prompt

she chops, dices, slices and minces
whilst making sure the laundry's done
stirs, vacuums, folds and mixes
she's mom, maid, wife, chef all rolled into one.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

DWP - four-line poem on friendship

(specially dedicated to "all" my friends)

friendship is like a colourful flower garden
flowers of red and purple, pink, blue and white
some you like best, some just a little bit
with fleeting butterflies and the occasional slug.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

DWP - the trophy: four-line poem

it all boils down to the damn hard fact:
no matter how hard you work and try your best,
the loser gets a mere phony handshake
but to the victor goes the trophy.