Prompt #9 The Circus

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I hope you have enjoyed the April poems about Easter and Anzac Day. Thankyou to all who contributed, read and shared the site this month.

This weeks theme is “The Circus.” If you need a bit of inspiration go and see the latest release movie “Dumbo”.

If you have a suggestion for a prompt as we head into the colder seasons of the year please email me.

Send poems to poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com

Cheers

Jeanie

And today’s quote from Dumbo

“Honeycomb Home” by Andrew Carter

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Honeycomb Home

 

Roses are red, red abuzz

With bees buzzing buzzes.

Violets are truly blue!

 

If Peace was made of honey

We’d each have a piece

Of harmony, both me and you.

 

When I send peaceful words

They don’t harm or disturb

I write, yet Im not alone.

 

Being born to a chalice, a buzz

Belies my writing palace,

Buzzing busily on my throne.

 

I consider wise words

Of kindness with mad verbs,

My honey, my peace flies home.

 

“In a Distant Land” by Louise McCarthy

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In a Distant Land.

 

With a new born baby in her arms,

In a distant land men took up arms,

The mother sang a lullaby,

In a distant land a soldier cried,

In its mother’s arms the baby snuggled,

In a distant land the soldier struggled,

But his fight was lost –

And the soldier:

​​Comrade;

​​Father;

​​Son,

Deprived of life, slumped by his gun.

 

“Wherever there is a Shrine” by Jeannie Meekins

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Wherever there is a Shrine

 

Wherever there is a shrine, there will be a remembrance

In the church graveyard, the town square

On a street corner, in a garden or under a paddock gum

 

Whether ten thousand attend or only one

Look out for the ghosts of the names engraved

They will gather again as they gathered once

Fathers, brothers and sons

 

The living and the dead united

Families and communities rejoined

In that hour of darkness before dawn

As the night begins to blend with the day

The spirits in our hearts and our imaginations take form

They touch us with a breath

That we know them once again

 

Let the sun’s first light dry your eyes

Return to your life with your heart uplifted

For their spirit has touched your soul

And yours has touched theirs

In a way that can only be experienced

Not pondered or understood

 

By your mere presence and by theirs

Lives cut short will live on

For they will not be forgotten

“Easter” by Louise McCarthy

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Easter

I cross the road to Molly’s farm.

There is a sign nailed to a post:

Eggs for sale.

I buy a dozen.

I hear a rooster crow.

On the way home I trip and fall.

One egg is cracked and broken,

The others are saved.

On Sunday we celebrate Easter;

Soft boiled eggs for breakfast.

I see the Easter bunny has visited too!

Dark chocolate is my passion.

Life is good.