Anton's Ideas

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/clouds/”>Clouds</a&gt;

An allegory of depression and contentment

CLOUDS OF NIGHT AND DAY

 

STORM CLOUDS GATHER

Lightning black eventide clouds cover all the land

Rain and Storms drench each forest field and farm

And country folk fast race to shelter in their homes

Floods force a family to huddle close in their alarm

 

NIGHT CLOUDS OUT THE MOON

Hell bitter black is sucking hope from every breast

As foresters or herdsman fall to their knees to pray

Lest evil spirits of the clouds on this accursed night

Should take their very lives before the break of day

 

DAWN CLOUDS PART AT SUNRISE

Pale pink rays at last break through the clouded sky

Rain and storm decrease their war on beast and man

Dawn’s bright smile to the afraid now lifts their fear

And joy at last is felt at the end of night’s dark span

 

CLOUDS DISPERSE FOR THE DAYTIME SUN

Clouds now shrunken to small white powdery fluff

Allow the warm and welcoming sun to shine on all

Each farmer thus again enjoys his bright new world

And swains and maidens kiss behind haystacks tall.

AWE

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/empty/”>Empty</a&gt;

the empty lives of two wartime smokers

NO FIRE BUT A LOT OF SMOKE

“Empty the ashtrays, darling

Get rid of that awful smell

Of cigarette smoke wafting

Out of the windows as well.

 

I want the whole house empty

No family lives here any more.

Mum puffed her way to a coffin

Cancer showed Dad to the door.

 

Ok they were both almost ninety

You may say they had a good run.

But not us and the kids, watching

The only thing they ever called fun.

 

In wartime it calmed their nerves,

Maybe. But they never could stop.

Sixty a day gone on money wasted

In empty bank accounts not a drop,

 

Of security left for the young ones

Nothing valuable left to bequeath,

Just empty rooms, smelling of fags.

Two graves and a token red wreath”.

AWE

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/mountain/”>Mountain</a&gt;

                         the way each of our five senses can appreciate a mountain

                                    PEAKS OF SENSATION

I SEE THE MOUNTAIN.

Travelling up in an aeroplane I see, in the sunset tinted sky,

A whitey pink high mountain peak, as over it we silently fly.

Is it a sharp, craggy sword piercing each cloud on our flight,

Or a land of dreaming fantasies confusing my passing sight?

I HEAR THE MOUNTAIN

The music, is it that of Grieg, echoing down a mountain scarp?

Are the sounds of the icy mountain stream trickling in E sharp?

Do I hear, in mountain caves, waves lapping towards the shore?

The hammering sound is it mining gold for the mountain‘s store?

I SMELL THE MOUNTAIN

Sparse grass and shrubs give off a scent redolent of a mountainside

Also I can smell pure mountain air as I tramp up green slopes wide.

The sea foam’s scent is blown so high I sniff it on the mountain top

And flowers give off a perfume sweet as to the mountain foot I drop.

I TOUCH THE MOUNTAIN

I can feel the mountain’s slippery rocks protruding from either side

I pat a goat, and watch it jump to a ledge off which it can never slide.

I clutch gorse stumps to steady myself as on the mountain side I slip

For mountains are high and I might die if I tripped and lost my grip.

I TASTE THE MOUNTAIN

Feeling hungry I pick the mountain berries, their soft sweet fruit to eat,

And the mountain’s soft snow, in winter time, when fresh eaten is a treat.

Now for a drink I kneel at the mountain stream, my thirst there to quench

But, if amorous, amid the mountain’s flowers, I may kiss my lovely wench.

AWE

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/sky/”>Sky</a&gt;

 

ode ear

BLUES ON NOIR

I 

Like to lie

Watching clouds go by

Smiling, “Hi

Sky!

Tell me why,

You are so high

That I won’t reach you until I die?”

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<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/orderly/”>Orderly</a&gt;

that the third  world may profit from my second class mess. 

 

MORE A PILL THAN A TABLET

I bought a new tablet today

That is a mini mobile computer  OTG

The idea was it would tidy up my work

And make my writing more orderly.

But it hasn’t, I am still a mess

Can’t find even one email address,

So I’ve packed it up and sent it abroad

To educate poor kids who can’t afford

This type of latest digital  luxury

I hope it orders Africa better than it ordered me!

AWE

 

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/grain/”>Grain</a&gt;

couldn’t resist this for the one or maybe two people who have a clue what I’m on about.keeps to the prompt though!

PARDON MY FRENCH

in France quite a lot of people eat

‘un grain de blė’, as we say, wheat.

many more on ‘grain d’orge” gorge,

that is barleycorn, at mill or forge.

but medically ‘grains d’orge’ mean

seeds in joints which can’t be seen.

in ‘grains de moutarde, ou de grenade’,

‘mustard or pomegranate seed’ is had.

to speak really posh, refined, you say

‘le bon grain finit toujours par lever’.

meaning quality always rises to the top

and ‘la récolte de blé’ is the harvest crop.

‘un entrepôt des grains’ we call a granary

‘un poulet de grain’, a corn fed chick for me.

‘être en grain’ pigs love all the world over

it simply means to find oneself in clover.

‘un grain de café‘ is a brown coffee bean

‘un grain de poivre’, a pepper corn green.

‘un grain de raisin’ is a grape, pip, the lot.

‘un grain de beauté’ a patch or beauty spot.

‘un grain de poussière is a speck of dust

for a grain of salt ‘un grain de sel’ is a must.

if physics in science, however, turns you on

‘un grain d’électricté‘ is just one electron.

‘avoir son grain’ tells us he’s drunk in his bed

and ‘il a un grain’ means he’s gone off his head.

‘côté grain de cuir’ is leather’s grainy side too

‘gros grain’ is coarse, or pock marks, a few.

‘ruban gros grain’ is the rough side of photographs

‘temps à grain’, a sea squall, won’t bring any laughs

there are so many variations of using ‘grain’ that we

avoid getting soaked by rain in a ‘fort grain de pluie’,

or being blown off the road and then onto the grass

by a strong gust of wind that’s called a ‘grainasse’.

but from nice folk we might ‘en prendre de la grain’,

benefit from their example, or simply ‘casser le grain’

that’s just eating as much as we think that we’ll need

until we all ‘monter en grain’, that means run to seed.

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<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/resolved/”>Resolved</a&gt;

a brief memory

RESTSOLUTION

I resolved to resist loving fair Chloe for a year,

Though success cost me many a sigh and a tear.

And yet, on reflection, I am quite sure I was right.

As I slept so very soundly throughout every night.

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<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/do-you-believe-in-magic/”>Do you Believe in Magic?</a>

what isfemale magic  

 

DEADLIER THAN THE MAIL

 

What is magic? Tell me who is she

That I always expect her to pleasure me?

Is she that flaming arrow of desire

Which rules my passionate amorous fire?

 

Is she the lady who, wand in hand 

Waves it o’er my PC’s email land

Conjuring up my girlfriend’s kiss

And filling my inbox with hours of bliss?

 

And does she then, to show her power,

Douse my flames with her icy shower

Of  hemails, stealing my love away,

Leaving me nothing of love to say?

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