Left unfinished
Chapters unread
When drowsiness beckoned
And you went off to bed
It is why books are so great
Unlike TV you can take a break
Padre
Unfinished
Picture Prompt
Something Light
A starter and dessert
No need for a mains
I’m not very hungry
Well, I have no pangs
The diet’s gone well
I’ve lost some weight
The success, I’m sure
Lies with the cheese cake
Padre
State of the Art
The Innovation and Development Department at Spacex has recently had some real success in creating a next generation of First Class dining options for the company’s commercial space excursions.
A spokesperson is quoted as saying: “We are really thrilled with the quality of our anti-gravity china. It is not only state of the art in its ability to remain anchored in zero gravity, but it also has beautiful patterns and motifs as well. This is a quality product. Now, we only need to find a way for the food to stay on it during flight.”
Padre
Inheritance
King Baldwin beckoned his son Karl to come into his study.
“Yes Father,” the lad said upon entering.
“Karl my boy, I’ve brought you here to discuss the future.”
“Yes Father,” the teen replied expectantly.
“Some day, this will be yours,” the king said making a sweeping gesture towards the globe on his desk.
“The world, Father?”
“No, the globe, the kingdom I’m giving to your brother, Wilhelm.”
Padre
The Battle
The battle is not always bloody
The conflict marked with pain
Sometimes it is mental
A struggle more than just a game
For strategy and tactics
Will all come into frame
And when all is done and dusted
Only one will have the fame
Padre
Behind The Image
Idyllic scene of pastoral bliss
If only it were just like this
But there are mornings that are all too early
Hundreds of chores that await you surely
There are livestock to feed, fences to mend
And piles of muck, so we can’t pretend
That there’s no downside to the rural disguise
It’s not all meadows with sunlit skies
Padre
A Steadfast Haiku
Static – unchanging
Like the Rock of Gibraltar
I am standing firm
Padre
Simple Pleasures (or Paradise Lost)
It was the simple pleasures at the end of the day that made all the difference. A hearty meal of broth and bread, and a chance to relax and sing into to the early evening before retiring to face the next day. It had always been thus, until the terrible day when the men arrived and put up that infernal tower. Before long tranquillity was lost to the flickering blue light of plasma screens and handsets. Many believe Satan dwells in the bowels of the earth, but truth be told he is in the air. Lies and destruction are his delight, and TikTok and like are his joy.
Padre
Frame
Skeletal framework
Scaffolding secure
Mere rods and hinges
To make it endure
It is not these that keep us dry
The rain trough them would go right by
But the fabric without support
The storm to thwart
Would be quite useless
And my trip I’d abort
Padre
Whistle
A whistle
A shrill sound upon the breeze
An incessant sound
That makes me ill at ease
Where does it come from?
Whatever might it mean?
Is it all just in my head?
Or is there something untoward
As yet by me unseen?
Padre
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