Mini Muses

80. #microprompt 525 : COIL
 Tightly wound
And braced
Resolute intense
A waiting coil encased
The tension is immense

79. Twitter Verse 3
Way down the hall
A door tight sealed
Dimly lit
Nothing revealed
No one recalls
What is concealed
Harbour of peace
Or death’s battlefield

78. Twitter Verse 2
Music snugly
Plugs in my ears
Shimmering recall
Songs of my years
Emotional signposts
Steeped in tears
Hailing the days
Gigs gear and cheers

77. Twitter Verse 1
Write a Twitter poem
Briefly I propose
Limited by characters
A mind's eye interpose
Be intense by taxing sense
Keep calm while you compose

76. February
Staring out of winter windows
Watching not too much about
Predicting when the frost will fade
To see again the springtime sprout

75. Monday
Monday morning eyelids
Keep me helplessly in bed
Too many things to do at work
I'm working in my head instead

74. Good Idea
How true it is the dream idea
A sleep invader whispers near
Taunting dancing crystal clear
Recognition's thin veneer

73. #microprompt Spin

How to shake the seized up brake
A wheel in spin lost motion
Swirl the whirl then twist and twirl
Turning tidal waves mid ocean

72. #microprompt Sea

Two worlds of separation
Two scapes who fight to be
Two places circulating
Two cannot win its land or sea

71. #microprompt 497

There could be looming problems
Though I’m really not sure where
Someone said its coming here
Maybe just another scare

70. Log
#microprompt 495
Recorded in her diary
When emerging from the fog
Staring lonely at the fireplace
Reading ashes in the log

69. Holding thought is slippery
Like grabbing jelly from a bowl
Then making sense of what you have
Needs containment on a scroll
Spread the jelly into careful shapes
Watch the patterns talking back
Let them dry before you grab anew
Jelly code is hard to crack

#microprompt Fold

68. Old gold
A fine leaf rolled
Tall tales told
Where the pages fold

67. On matters of dying
Resulting in crying
Lamenting and sighing
No escape no denying
Sad songs allying
Teardrops complying


66. You ask what I believe
Well I believe that I am here
The sun the moon the mountains
All loving people I revere
The plants the trees the animals
I respect them most sincere
I don’t believe in preachers
Who preach those words of fear
Yet I know they want to burn us
I believe they’re getting near

© C K Letts


65. As though the act of writing
Caused anxiety neurosis
Like a sentence uninviting
Intensified fictive neurosis

Best Time For Tea

64. Calmly sitting supping tea
Sunday savoured morning brew
Floating silently along with me
A peaceful moment field of view

Super Moon

63. Feeling super romantic

Super signature tune
Super croon to my lover
Neath a super size moon
Super light beaming
Knockout super swoon
Gallant supersized wishes
Super dream super moon


62. Shadowed by technology
Tablets talking as I stride
Pursued by whims and urges
No escape nowhere to hide


61. He thought about it
He thought around it
He seemed certain to have found it
He sought evidence to surround it
He hesitated to expound it
He felt shameful to propound it
He thought they would confound it
He even offered to redound it


60. Rain falls wind blows

The farmer sows
And fodder grows
A world of crows
And flower shows
The story flows
In books of prose


59. Waiting for a date with fate
Is a powerless direction 
Fate is born of perfect plans 
Avoiding duty's dereliction

Twitter Too

58. And a beak begat a tweet
And a tweet begat a whistle
And a whistle begat a bird nest
And I begat my tweet epistle

As posted to @Ste15375723Mark

On Twitter

57. My twitter box a message room
Has spaces for my words
A whistle stop of twittering
Tweetly written for the birds

As posted to @ShortOrderPoet


56. Of delicious morsels melting
Marshmallow tempts and teases
A soft accord brings rich reward
Where celebration pleases


55. Rodney in the greenery

Enhancing Neighbour scenery
With floral trim machinery
A place to be congenially


54. Three men in a boat
Deciding to vote
On how the future might be
One to the right one to the left
One inundated at sea


53. If you look up amazed at birds

Like me I’m sure you wonder
Much more to it than finding food
Or diving down for plunder

So many up there soaring high
A lightning streak of thunder
Exuberantly calling out
To a world left torn asunder

In the Post

52. Letters in the message said
We have a thought for you To open up and read awhile If you've not too much to do

Re: The Past

51. Two old chaps conversing
Reflecting on the past
How early days had disappeared
Seems like nothing’s built to last

More Tea

50. Composed in teatime harmony
As kettles let off steam 
Signs of peaceful teapots
In a cupful tea-eyed gleam

49. A cuppa changes many things
It allows all sides to be
Can make a subtle difference
Together sipping tea

48. Of the finer teas I take 
Are teas that I prefer to make
Whether tired or wide awake
A cup of tea a pleasant break

47. Homely scent in every room
Cooling carrot cake appealing
You can hear that whistle blowing
Pour the tea I'm reeling

46. In a tearoom not too far away
Where many congregate China cups and cozied teapots And teacakes on a plate

The Meaning of Like

45. Twitter has its way of things
To ‘Like’ is Yada-Yada
A sort of friendly sod-off mate
We only RT things we’d rather
The ‘Like’ is like a hand pat
A there-there little grin
Never circulated anywhere
In a dusty Twitter bin

Ropey Limericks

44. Georgina a selfie snap taker
At sea took shots of a breaker
She never new why
Those waves got so high
As water ingressed her pacemaker

43. Billy had high hopes at school
Until he found billiards and pool
Coloured balls and a cue
Some chalk coloured blue
Got snookered the cack-handed fool

42. Writing a poem on twitter
Possibly raising a titter A limited space Allowing a trace Says no one can call me a quitter

41. I like to scribble a ditty
On my way to the city
A travelling race
At nomadic pace
Strains of remains not too pretty

40. I’m sending a limerick to mother
One step ahead of my brother
I heard sister say
What a great game to play
As she speedily posted another

Two of a Kind

39. Two sticks make fire
Two lips speak desire
Two wings high wire
Two screams expire

Word Search

38.Night-time colour midnight blue
Tricked in shadow passion
Faltering and speechless
Soaked in perspiration


37. Dark clouds inky raining
As I sit here in retreat
Watching racing rivulets
Feeling light is incomplete


36. So much info out there
Massive online media
Yet more and more 
I spend my time 
Researching Wikipedia

35. Tea-tea -vated 

The tea I make is making me
Putting gusto in my health
Madness not to take a cup
A sunshine taste of wealth


34. I wait for morning
On those lonely nights
To reach again
Those new day heights
Light airs sailing
Cloudy whites

33. Images and picture posts
Teeming galleries on view
A cornucopia of plethora
A visage collage group bestrew

32. Amid the howls of laughter
Are the waterfalls of tears
Where emotions drive tornados
Towards a freedom less severe

Mad verses

31. They opened up a pet shop
Specialised in canine huts
To sell a range of hound dog frills
Corporate logo ‘Nutz on Muttz’

30. Weathermen say sun today
But never everywhere
Full of half true promises
Rain here again I swear

29. Sing a song of love to me
She whispered with her eyes
I wrapped my song around her
Sunset dreaming rainbow skies

28. He wore his girlfriends make up
She didn’t get his joke
I don’t go out with girls you fool
I much prefer a bloke

27. Sunday morning restful
Tea and breakfast on the boil
Teacup eggcup buttered toast
No thoughts of Monday's toil

26. Their essence of togetherness
Held them tranquil in the low
No need of revelation
Or any other place to go

25. He bought himself a motorbike
To intensify his leisure
Taking bends and crazy friends
White-knuckle seeking pleasure

24. He called himself ‘The Vagrant’
He trudged a merry tramp
Preferring cities to the countryside
When buying batteries for his lamp

23. A tattoo parlour beckoning
She entered proudly with a grin
Forty pounds for striking letters
B R I S T L E S on her chin

22. When walking Champs-Élysées
Where all those heroes died
Whose only vice was paradise
And thin potatoes fried

21. Loudest words from soldiers
Whose enemies have fled
Leaving winners in the rubble
Shaking hands among the dead

20. Much preferring things long gone
In her deep reflecting way
Dreamy absent whilst attending
Too many happy hours today

19. Ink spots dripping artlessly
Badly written I confess
A reservoir of good intentions
Out of balance in redress

18. Moving out of rehab
Applied to do the Tour de France
The cost of which
Required of him
Some pedalling in advance

17. They talked about apocalypse
Well beyond repairs and mending
How the human race just had to face
Their time on earth now ending

16. Diamond rings and silver bracelets
Golden pendants lucky charms
Ornamenting unrelenting
Such wealth and beauty up in arms


15. Amid the howls the laughter
Are the waterfalls of tears
Where emotions drive tornados
Towards a freedom less severe

14. What is life but jokes to pose
In the bittersweet and sour
Where everything is jaded grey
Mistaking Yin and Yan as power


13. Sitting seething in the wings
Images most droll
Planning grudges muckily
Symptomatic of the Troll

Thought Power

12. The power of thought
at the speed of nought
Is a tragedy in transit
Consider implications
It's what one really ought


11. The people struggle hard to hear
Rhyme or reason for their vote
As though ideas and aspirations
We're just another sinking boat

Thin Veneer

10. A world of all things most polite
Where the great and good have built
Solid base foundation stones
Supporting barricades from guilt

9. Normality depends on who you are
On where you live and what you own
Maybe walking roads in ragged pain
Or in a fast expensive car happily alone


8. It was one day not too long ago
When the floods evaporated
The shining song of summer light
Dried up tears as storms abated


When what remains of me remains
Inanimate lifeless form
Truculent with previous things
Who once was affable and warm

Three score years and ten and then
All those moment making sense
Mountain climbs and writing rhymes

Less expense and recompense

5. Eyes of needles
Hard to see
Heads of pins
Most usefully
Wait patiently
In my etui

4. I talk to myself
Why I say why
I never get answers
Myself is quite sly
Nothing much there
To help me get by

3. Just before something
There was nothing at all
Nowhere to be
No place to fall


2. The night wind whispered
Low enough to confuse
Moaning ever so quietly
Just then I felt I would lose

1. She took her time
To write a letter
A pleasant rhyme
Things seemed better

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