Competition – Page 22 – Boadicea's Chariot

Happiness haiku

In depths of sadness

a small glimpse of happiness

– hope for the future

Happiness – finding

a puddle full of sunset

along a dark road

Deep Contentment

I know the subject is happiness, but deep contentment is as close as I could find for the moment.

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Just as the frost bound night gives way to dawn
dark silence echoes still across the tranquil lake
some early glancing sunbeams seem to wake
those placid waters as a mirrored, golden lawn,
and fleeing darkness all despond does take.

My fond, frail happiness, born so coffee hot
by morning fire of light, if not yet heat
must soon, before the waking day, retreat
and leave behind a vision which will not
until the next bright dawning e’er repeat

But I will know you when we meet again
lit only by the glowing eastern sky
before some first bird’s early morning cry
more lasting pleasure to perhaps attain
to fail perforce, but always, then to try.

Cool captions, anyone?

Three killer whales surface through a breathing hole in the ice of Hudson Bay near the community of Inukjuak, Quebec

Not peanuts, that’s for sure

Happy, darling?

Some talk of family values,
Of blood’s viscosity,
While spilling it with relish
And animosity. Continue reading “Happy, darling?”

Twelfth Night

I’ve been spending idle minutes trying to reconcile the arithmetic. Twelve nights after…when? 24th or 25th December? Naeh. Do it with me: (24), 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 1, 2, 3, 4, (5) = 12 nights. So 6th Jan is a no-no.

What I’m leading up to, is that the Chariot Competitions should be starting today, not tomorrow. Are you there, Mr OZ?

Now, class, try this game

Augustine, Beckett, Cæsar, Diogenes, Einstein…….

Now listen carefully. Your job is to find three more in the series. When you reach Z, start again but NO repeats. Yes, it gets harder after a couple of days. 🙂

OK, I’ll start (a parlour game)

Aylesbury duck, Bakewell tart, Cheddar cheese, Dover sole, Eccles cakes……

Carry on, if you feel so inclined! Either solo or in a crowd!

This is your chance to punish those whose hangovers render them susceptible to the mere mention of food.

Photo. Comp. #35 – The Winner

Eclectic, is that a real word? Probably the first time I have used it. That’s what they were, a small selection but the essence of the year was there. Echos of the Olympics in Ara’s 1948 notice and JM’s golden pillar, a fine piece of building by Pseu. , the artwork, well not my kind of thing, I’m more Gainsborough than van Gogh, but to each her own. Then couple of events by OZ, one tragic and one dramatic (see what I mean about eclectic).

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