A Fish Called Pythagoras by John Smallshaw

I once kept some fish. I called one Pythagoras. He swam round and around the fish tank And to be quite frank I thought he was working out the cubic capacity. Anyway, to keep them fit, I fed them on flakes Because that's all it takes. But he was a sod. He took out a fishing rod, Caught all the others, Ate all his brothers. I was a bit peeved But then I conceived An idea. Oh Lord what a killer! In the tank I put a mirror! Well He looked at his reflection And section by section He ate himself, Finishing with his head. Now Pythagoras is dead. Well what did you expect? A happy ending? John is a performance poet please visit him on his website where he will welcome you to his world. copyright John Smallshaw http://johnsmallshaw.com/

ZOOM ZOOM WOW By Debbie Green

 Celebration    Joyful  Laughing   out loud from the belly head back

Debbie Green

Nineteen glorious 

Surprising

Eyes wide open 

Unique years

Deliciously Aromatic

mmmmmm delight

Zoom Zoom Fast

bubbly baby

mischievious sparkly child

BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL

WOMAN

ZOOM ZOOM WOW

copyright Debbie Green

The Black Highway Prayer by Christine Anne Borra

Your news
struck
through a shaft of blue
mixing dust
and fear
remember today
remember

No church will
draw me in to pray
I will pray for you
On the Black Highway

I will call lost souls
as I travel through
to call on
GOD
to pray
for you

No more sad news
No more tears
Remember today
remember

You my friend
will fight and win
and I will pray
as I wind my way
through the Black Highway

The Other Side of Zoo by Christine Anne Borra



Photo by Christine Anne Borra
Beautiful Lady
Melbourne Zoo memory



Have you stopped to think, I think not

Of how you look, looking in

from across the bars, who are the stars

of the animals living within?



Maybe it's the chimpanzees

or the Monkeys that you tease

or maybe the bear, that sways as your stare

or the hyena's, with their terrible grin?



Considered the peaceful Gorilla

who sit like stone cut pillar's

perfect manners displayed, for you here today

yet you treat them like criminal killers

Why you ooow and you arrr, beat your chest, shake the bars

you holler and hoot, you well mannered brute

and quiet they sit, taking it in

watching the show, despite the great din

Why your antic's are strange, despite all your brains

the dumb beastie's, can only conclude you're deranged

and here on the other side of the zoo

are you not concerned of what they think of YOU?

Melbourne trip 2011

Post Deng Cafe by Christine Anne Borra



The Post Deng Cafe
The start of the poem on my iphone

Lyrical and sweet
She calls us
From across the street
To eat

Specials, yes special
The cold wind
That blew us in
Must chill her
She has won us

Inside is pleasant
And hums
Smelling of
Exotic spice and warmth
I like this place
Of communion

Men sit on their own
Groups eat, sharing
We eat
Under a watchful eye
Guided by the Boss

Red rivers run
Above our heads
And glow in the light
And the Eagles
Mix with steamy
Dishes that delight

Too soon
It is time
To move on
From the street
That never
Ends

Melbourne Trip May 2011

The Worlds Last Sunrise?????? 21st May 2011

Sunrise Riverstone Terraces Upper Hutt
New Zealand 21 May 2011
Photograph Christine Anne Borra
copyright

My Sunrise Wednesday 11 May 2011

Sunrise Riverstone Terraces Upper Hutt New Zealand