Little Things – Haikus by P.J. Reed

It’s the Little Things

If there’s anything you need today, I wager to bet it’s little poems of little things! Come read the adorable and charming haikus by P.J. Reed!


little things

fuzzy empty clouds
dandelion skeletons
of half-blown wishes

fading summer rose
petals soft as rabbit ears
float onto the grass

the day is cooling
evening wind coos and twitters
through our open door


Author:

P.J. Reed 

Writer of Warlocks. Destroyer of Worlds.
She is an award winning multi-genre author with books ranging from high fantasy, horror, to haiku. She writes the Richard Radcliffe Paranormal Investigations series and the Bad Decisions series. Reed is also the editor and chief paranormal investigator for the Exmoor Noir newsletter.
Reed lives in Devon, England with her two daughters, two rescue dogs, and one feral cat called Sammy. 

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The Rosy Season of Life/It’s a Wonderful Life – Painting & Poetry O.Yemi Tubi

It’s the Little Things

O.Yemi Tubi captures summer time relaxation in this creative and remarkable painting! Continue with the zen feel as you also read his poem on appreciation of life!


The Rosy Season of Life

It is a Wonderful Life 

It is a Wonderful World after all; 

after all the tilling and toiling of the working hours. 

It is a wonderful world after all; 

after the gloomy and dreary of the wintertime. 

It is a wonderful world after all; 

the sun is shining; the nightingales are singing, and human beings are dancing. 

It is a wonderful world after all; 

the fields are green, and the flowers are blooming. 

It is a wonderful world after all; 

when humans take a break from all the wars, worries and woes 

and be at peace with himself and to enjoy the bounties of the Lord. 

It is not a perfect world after all; yes! 

It is a wonderful world.


Artist:

O.Yemi Tubi

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At the Bay & Other Poems by Linda M. Crate

It’s the Little Things

Linda M. Crate takes us through an array of little things to soak in as we cap off the work week! Her words may even inspire you to seek some waterfront nature to enjoy!


at the bay
the bay brings me joy
perhaps not as much as
the ocean,
but a joy of it’s own
with the observation tower
and colorful murals on the pavement;
taking boat rides on
both scallywags and the victorian princess
or even just observing the beauty of
the sky flecked against the
water;
and even watching the loud and noisy gulls
little specks of white against
a blue sky and bay bringing a little
contrast of color
blooming like my favorite flowers
against the sky.
-linda m. crate


rare summer breeze
little flowers
of so many colors
blooming

it’s a soft joy
that embraces me

each petal telling
a story of a seed
growing up out of the
darkness to kiss
the sky,

and every flower
makes me happy;

but especially my favorites:
lilies, sunflowers, and hibiscus
dancing tenderly in the rare
summer breeze.
-linda m. crate


flying between the waves of the sea
when i am standing on the ocean
my feet buried in the sand,
watching the waves
twist and turn and sing with rimes
of the ancient mariner;
i feel peace
as the water carries out every
burden that wasn’t mine to carry
instead replacing it with shells
or crabs scuttling across
the sand—
and to me there’s nothing prettier
than when the ocean meets the sky,
kissing as if they’re lovers;
as if a mermaid and a faerie could
be lovers
flying between the waves of the
sea sharing only love and a song
two pretty lyrics
not easily forgotten.
-linda m. crate


enjoy the day
there is joy
in the little things:
flowers blooming,
autumn trees,
oceans lilting,
crows dancing in the sky,
puffy white clouds
drifting slowly by,
creek songs,
meeting up with friends,
rainbows after the rain,
pockets of buildings
covered in ivy,
music,
spending time alone,
books and friendships forged
on the love of such books,
anime and reading,
writing and dreaming,
finding one’s voice and passion;
sunny days and moonlit nights—
not to mention rainy day
lulls, summer breezes,
the beauty of winters tears glittering
in starlight and sunlight both;
there is joy in everything you just have
to dust away the worries and embrace
moments as they come—
no one knows what tomorrow may bring
so enjoy today.
-linda m. crate


even in the darkness
i miss sewing
the concentration
required
was worth it in the end

pieces of fabric
became the first outfit
my sister wore in the hospital,

a baby quilt and a little
fabric bear;

they said i would press the pedal
of the machine the way my
mother hit the gas pedal—

yet in the end
i still managed to create
beautiful things,

and i find there is beauty in
creating things still:
necklaces, poems, books;
and anything else i feel inspired
to make—

life can be bitter sweet so to me
i try to focus on the sweet
because even in the darkness
light can be found.
-linda m. crate


Poet:

Linda M. Crate’s works have been published in numerous magazines and anthologies both online and in print. She is the author of six poetry chapbooks, the latest of which is: More Than Bone Music (Clare Songbirds Publishing House, March 2019). She’s also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018). Recently she has published two full-length poetry collections Vampire Daughter (Dark Gatekeeper Gaming, February 2020) and The Sweetest Blood (Cyberwit, February 2020).

The Blessing of a Blizzard – Poem by Adrian Slonaker

It’s the Little Things

A staple in childhood pastime for many, Adrian Slonaker reminds us of the magnificence of the Dairy Queen Blizzard! A little thing with powerful delight!


The Blessing of a Blizzard

Not to be outclichéd by
“The third time’s a charm,”
Israelis exclaim,
“Pa’am slishit glida” with ice cream
gliding into the platitude
as a substitute, and
frigid liquid deliciousness smacks of luck on
the lips of the kid who cranks out blueberry bliss with his
Judy Garland-loving Nana among the ashtrays of her
pink kitchen or the
tween chasing the vanishing vapours of vacation
while slurping a hot fudge sundae outside a soft-serve stand incandescent
in the cricket rhythms and air-conditioner hums of the
night before Grade Six or the
mascara-eyed linguistics major presented with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s
by an equally sweet blind date knowing only that the recipient
relishes chocolate chip cookie dough
or the maladjusted middle-ager who dives into a
Dairy Queen daydream instead of delving into a
miasma of media.


Poet:

Language nerd Adrian Slonaker lives in downtown Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada and is fond of rock ‘n’ roll music, thunderstorms, owls, thick eyebrows and expressive eyes.Adrian’s work has been published in WINK: Writers in the Know, Ez.P.Zine, Gnashing Teeth, The Pangolin Review and others. 

Night & Other Poems by Joan McNerney

It’s the Little Things

Joan McNerney has the perfect poetry for your evening read! Her words will carry you into happy thoughts and also a desire for dessert!


Joan McNerney

Night

Slides under door jambs
pouring through windows
painting my room black.

This evening was spent
watching old movies.
Song and dance actors
looping through gay,
improbable plots.

All my plates are put away,
cups hanging on hooks.
The towel is still moist.

I blow out cinnamon candles
wafting the air with spice.
Listening now to my two
fans whirling the still air.


Joan McNerney

Nightscape

Fog horns sound though
air soaked in blackness.
All evening long listening
to hiss of trucks, cars.

Shadows brush across walls
as trees trace their branches.
Gathering and waving
together then swaying apart.

While I sleep, stars glide
through heaven making
their appointed rounds in
ancient sacred procession.

Dreams as smooth as rose
petals spill into my mind
growing wild patches in
this dark garden of night.


Joan McNerney

Very Sweet Dreams

After bathing in bubble gum,
Mary Jane unties ribbon candy
from bags of chocolate kisses.

Sky colored by yellow, pink
& blue cotton candy clouds.

Marshmallow chicks hide
behind spearmint leaves.

Jelly beans sprout along
fields of candy corn.

Caramel apples, lemon drops,
orange slices stacked for sale
at Lolly Pop’s juicy fruit shop.

Watch out as sour gummy
worms wiggle underfoot.

Climbing big rock candy mountain
wandering with sugar high stars.

Thirsty now, Mary Jane sips
root beer barrels at Snickers Bar.

Black licorice fills this night
with confectionary dreams
& one big banana moon pie.


Poet:

Vivitar

Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days.  Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Review Journals, and numerous Spectrum Publications have accepted her work.  She has four Best of the Net nominations.  Her latest title is The Muse in Miniature available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net

In Spring – Poem and Photograph by Marina Mallhotra & Carl Scharwath

It’s the Little Things

Marina Mallhotra & Carl Scharwath remind us that the little thing of coming together with artistic talents can make a big impact! They created this awesome poem and photograph combination that builds on itself to feel the full story. Take a look!



IN SPRING

Inside a thick blanket
An artificial haven
I think, reflects
My situation
Am I really alive?
Is this a meaningful existence?
Where is my soul?
Where is my body?
I look for it here and there
I wish to convince myself
That I am one
With myself in ideas and, directions
The sun melts blankets of snow
The wind takes cover
Positioning itself
Leaves, trees and flowers
That dare themselves
“It’s my time now” they utter
Then I ask myself
Is it my time too?
And if it is, if it really is?
My time…. now
Will I be able to keep pace
With the swift streams of life
That reject cultures, and civilizations
Then once again
I am left behind by them
In spring…….


Artists:

Poet & Model – Marina Mallhotra

Photographer – Carl Scharwath

Who Will Fix it? Who will Mend? & Other Poems by Anthony Mondal

It’s the Little Things

So many little things Anthony Mondal has given us to chew on this lovely Tuesday! His visual poem creates an extensive experience of the message of his words. He also provided us with written poems, the last one being of special interest as he wrote it in 2018, and yet it holds such relevance today. Take a look and enjoy his work!



Closed Windows
People who keep their windows closed

No Sunlight ever doth enter, that household

Born and Bred in artificial light

In dark gloomy morbid thoughts-their Souls seek flight.


by Anthony Mondal


Devaluation?
In the marketplaces of this world

Where Life as a cheap commodity sold

Buyers and sellers aye they are plenty

But few are those who appreciates life’s worth fully.


by Anthony Mondal


Through the big Glass Window

Through the big glass window

I see the American flag fluttering in wind

Moving this way and then another

I have heard rumors that the flag stands for Liberty Justice and Freedom

So here in this land of liberty….with nothing left to do

I am reclining on a couch in a depressed mood.

The house foreclosure tax bill has just arrived

My other half staring blankly at a wall

The dog staying far away …hidden underneath the table

Ahh…..  domestic bliss in the sanctuary

In the land of the free and home of the brave.

Note from the Poet/author: This poem was inspired by a true event. Which happened very recently in my life.

By Anthony Mondal


Artist

Anthony Mondal is a poet, novelist and actor. He considers himself simply as an artist beyond the confines of nationality and religion. He proudly calls himself a citizen of the world. His most recent book of poems was titled A Burst of Sunshine, which is his second published book. He lived in New York City for almost ten years pursuing writing, acting and song writing – well, then he had a breakdown! And now our artist recuperates/resides in Michigan, USA. As an actor he has appeared in the film “Sabrina” and the TV show “Strangers with Candy” (2000). He received his BA from Calvin College in geology in 1995. He worked in the World Trade Centre, Building One in 2001 and has survived.

Currently he is working on an existential novel tentatively titled “In Search Of…” and is looking for a publisher/agent for his completed Memoirs.

Read more about this author at: https://shareyourstory.net.au/anthony-mondal/

Martina Rimbaldo – One-Liners Abound!


Poem & Picture by:

Martina Rimbaldo is a 29 year old women lives and works in Croatia. She always wears a pen and a notebook in her purse in the case of a sudden inspiration in order to write it down. Loves to paint abstract paintings, read religious books ,watch horror as well as old movies with Audrey Hepburn ,Sharon Tate, Brigitte Bardot who happens to share her birth date and (over)thinks specially about death, what some people find morbid but not her, it is a part of life too. Tina also takes care of household and 5 cats. Her goal is to be a good person .

What Used to Brew in Her Mind & Other Poems by Ndaba Sibanda

It’s the Little Things

A woman’s strength starts with her ability to have a self aware internal dialog. Ndaba Sibanda captures this well in his poetry he brings to us today!


What Used To Brew In Her Mind

Twirled, twisted with her all
Tittered past a care, a wall
Rita rioted without regrets
Sweet sunrises, sour sunsets
She thrived in the twinkling
Her close past was rankling
Its reality, heavy & haunting
Its mental dances daunting
Today no tempest brewed
No hell, hurricane hovered
She had to be solid, positive
Detoxing was up & instructive
Bright was her train of thought
Beauty of a tomorrow she sought
It was hers, not about anyone else
She kicked the asses of nightmares
Future nightmares not her business
She danced a dance of freed silliness
On her mind bravery bellowed its arrival
A previous poor park for this, that upheaval


A Poor Person`s Precarious Paces And Spaces

Her efforts to hold back, to hold herself back
Against hurtling and hurting herself helplessly
With a hungry, tiny child strapped to her back
Are a betrayal, as she bursts into tears and fury
Her hiding husband betrayed her, battered her
She is on the brink of soundness, she is shaky
Hoping to ward off hunger and helplessness
Famine weighs on her fragile body, her mind
As she takes precarious steps that are oblivious
To the world of lockdowns and social distancing
She is dead, deaf, defenseless against a new reality
Ushered in by an eerie, unseen virus, she wobbles on


A Village High-flier Or Failure?

were her goals unfeasible?
folks fast wrote her off

querying her intelligence
questioning her aptitude

querying her station in life
questioning her gender too

querying her day-dreaming
mentioning her rustic roots

her goals were long-term–
what a mere waste of time!

who the heck did she think
she was to board that train?

for her it was a proud process
powered by Practice & Practice

one player was Perseverance
the goal minder was Resilience

or was it? –or perhaps never mind
for process was powered by passion

it was not about great grades today
heavy defeats and pains played with her!

at times the train was too hot, too cold
sometimes too slow, if not still, silly, strident

her tired train bawled: grit, grit, grit and grit
as she journeyed her bumpy and mucky journey

college authorities slapped her with a mountain
of rules ,roles, responsibilities and examinations

she didn’t fluke them, and there was no coincidence
she didn’t achieve her grades by luck rather than skill

fees felt like forks fooling and slitting her pockets apart
when she fell pregnant, critics chorused: end of the road!

she wadded in muddy waters, her intellect drowned, drained
there was no stroke of good fortune, but ridicule & refutation

when she held her paper, her key, Purpose gleamed a smile
and congratulated Practice , Process , Perseverance with pride


Poet:

A 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee, Ndaba’s poems have been widely anthologised. Sibanda is the author of The Gushungo Way, Sleeping Rivers, Love O’clock, The Dead Must Be Sobbing, Football of Fools, Cutting-edge Cache: Unsympathetic Untruth, Of the Saliva and the Tongue, When Inspiration Sings In Silence and Poetry Pharmacy. His work is featured in The Anthology House, in The New Shoots Anthology, and in The Van Gogh Anthology, and A Worldwide Anthology of One Hundred Poetic Intersections. Some of Ndaba’s works are found or forthcoming in Page & Spine, Peeking Cat, Piker Press, SCARLET LEAF REVIEW, Universidad Complutense de Madrid, the Pangolin Review, Kalahari Review, Botsotso, The Ofi Press Magazine, Hawaii Pacific Review, Deltona Howl, The song is, Indian Review, Eunoia Review, JONAH magazine, Saraba Magazine, Poetry Potion, Saraba Magazine, The Borfski Press, Snippets, East Coast Literary Review, Random Poem Tree, festival-of-language and Whispering Prairie Press.
Sibanda’s forthcoming book Notes, Themes, Things And Other Things: Confronting Controversies,Contradictions And Indoctrinations was considered for The 2019 Restless Book Prize for New Immigrant Writing in Nonfiction. Ndaba’s other forthcoming book Cabinet Meetings: Of Big And Small Preys was considered for The Graywolf Press Africa Prize 2018.
Sibanda’s other forthcoming books include Timbomb, Dear Dawn And Daylight, Sometimes Seasons Come With Unseasonal Harvests, A Different Ballgame and The Way Forward.

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