Hubby and Meowlu went out to play,
With a cricket ball on a sunny day.
They kicked it around on the soft green grass,
Meowlu was quick, oh so fast!
Hubby would throw the ball up high,
Meowlu would jump, almost touching the sky.
They ran and laughed and had such fun,
Under the warm and shiny sun.
The ball bounced here and rolled over there,
Meowlu chased it everywhere.
Hubby clapped and shouted with glee,
At his cat so nimble and free.
They played till the sun began to set,
Both tired out and a little wet.
Hubby hugged Meowlu, his furry friend,
A perfect day that never came to an end.
under a broad sign “Silvan Reservoir Park”
I turn the steering wheel and see wristwatch hands
pointing to a quarter past three in the afternoon
there is enough time for tea and biscuits by the dam
before sunset slowly erases
colours from the Dandenong Ranges
I suppose this is where I crush autumn leaves
(some red and some green)
quite crisply and cleanly
on the base of my leather-strap boots
and I step onto the warm silvan lawn
over small yellow patches
where sunlight burnt holes in the grass
“lay the blanket down there”
where words have not been uttered
in several decades
this is where I learnt to play catch
by the force of a hard red cricket ball
on nervous, shaking hands
I hope to hold onto one today
listen to the wind rustle the trees
and that cyclical rhythm
oo-oo-aa-aa-aa
when kookaburras laugh
as if to say “I see you, dear”
and what I say
when the clock is well past three
and colours are erased
and the woods are not familiar to me
is that here in Autumn
is heaven on earth
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
Our journeys in Life are memorable
by sweet memories that we dearly hold
of childhood days that are adorable
those Life incidents when recalled and told
relish more - I have always wondered why
stolen guavas from neighbor's tree was gold
catch, to share with pals with no shame or shy
made me a hero who was bold and brave;
seeing a cricket ball break glass pane high
and scampering when the land lady gave
us a chase was sheer joy that made our day,
parents reprimand was taken as grave
till the next day, back again we were gay
with our old ways, time in the company
of mischief makers flew, all I can say
with no phones, telly or today's many
we were too ready to play with any.
21-Nov-2020
Terza Rima Form Poetry Contest
10 syllables per line, Poetry Soups Syllable Counter
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Manchester, born and bred, within a stone throw from the city centre
One of a family of nine kids and our mother as our mentor
In a place called Hulme, full of vagabonds and snot nosed scruff bags
Rope for belts, football boots with studs cut of as shoes and clothes of rags
Hulme was a hard place to grow, terraced housing, paved back yards and broken glass
The sound of gospel hung in the air as the black community attended daily mass
Sugar butties, porridge was the food we ate
No fatty Big Mac’s with salad-less salad on a false plastic plate
Trying to smash bottles that were laid out on top of a wall
From twenty or thirty yards with a cricket ball
Hopscotch, hula hoop, hide and seek were the games we knew
No X-box or computer games on the streets that we grew
There was social intercourse, chatter, friendship, warmth and love
Non of the Facebook, twitter, linked in and all that false stuff
Now the kids live in a pit of sole and isolation
As they tweet and twitter their nonsense across the nation
50, 000 face book friends they have never met, seen or knew
I wouldn’t swap what I had as a child
Would you?
ball is always round like Zero's count
foot ball cricket ball lawn tennis ball table tennis ball
consciously or unconsciously in love people fall
Stars planets and the earthly ground
whole Universe's assumed to be found round
so perhaps with that instinct all are tuned
DHONI
Here is our Indian Hero,MS Dhoni,
an ideal role model to many.
Whenever Dhoni is batting at the crease,
viewers say,"Do not disturb me please"!
He regards Seven as his lucky number,
and he is as cool as a cucumber.
Everytime he comes onto the field,he prays to the Sun,
and later returns to the pavilion with an emphatic win.
He looks calm and composed in any kind of situation,
and turns the team into a mood of celebration.
He is a real hard-hitter of the cricket ball,
and the target set by the opposition seems to be small.
He is very sharp behind the stumps,
and extremely quick between the wickets.
He is a perfect modern day game changer,
and the opposition can sense that they are in danger!
He absolutely loves executing "The Helicopter Shot",
and no other player can match his talent,in short.
He tries to bring the best out of every player,
and always looks at things in a positive manner.
He has been listed among the top 100 by "The Times",
and hope he achieves many more in his future games.
Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name
For Love of Language
Cricket-Rounders
A new bloodsport in the town,
We call it Cricket-Rounders,
The bowler runs up to the pitch, (22 yard run)
And the bouncer surely crowds ya, (rising ball gets ya)
A cricket ball as hard as iron,
At a hundred miles an hour,
If it gets you in the head,
On ya grave we put the flowers,
So ya better wear head protectors,
Good gloves upon ya hands , (broke fingers)
Borrow Joel Garner from the West Indies yes, (world champ bowler, cricket)
He’d bowl ya outa the grand stand.
When ya run tween the bases, keep ya eyes upon the flic,
The ball is coming to knock ya down , with bruises bloody quick, (knock down yer out)
If ya hit the ball over the fence it’s a bloody six,
And to the boundary only four, so eat your weety bix, (3 strikes yer out)
11 men a side till they’re bowled or caught/knocked out,
Bruises are good for heroes, yes no bloody doubt,
A world wide game it is to be, a war on the field of battle,
Don’t forget to duck your head for sure,
Or yer brain might start to rattle…
Cricket bat or baseball bat for the batter. … Pad up…
Don Johnson invention 3-nov-11