If you wish to know

Running late

It got worse

Fog waiting for us

Down the track

Ambushed us 

Made it to town

At the intersection

A double semi ran down

Couldn’t go forward 

Backward or side ways

It was stuck bang in the middle

Across the two lanes

Rush hour traffic stopped

Then it got worse

Tooth had to be extracted 

An hour later and three stitches

I’ll skip on the details 

Told it was going to be sore

No surprises there

It was already despite analgesics 

Ordered to go to bed

Swallow four painkillers 

Every four hours

For two weeks

Sure added to the soreness

So don’t ask how was my day!

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Pizza, slice of life

Pizza, it’s a slice of life

Take the hot Aussie girl

She’ll go for hot and spicy

Hot pepperoni every time

For the  rough tradie

Rolling muscles as he works

It’s a meaty one and a VB

For the smiley English rose

With soft melting accent

The cheesy mozzarella is a must

For the beach comber

Returning empty handed

The marinara will be restorative 

Returning from holidays

Ask for a prolongation 

With a pineapple one and a mai tai.

So the humble pizza fits all

Walks of life and aspirations 

Thus Do not be surprised

By its appeal for its real!

Lucette C Bailliet 

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Don’t have to worry about sentences

I don’t have to worry about sentences

I write poetry

It doesn’t have to make sense

It’s not a question of Rhyming or not

As long at it has rythme 

Poetry is freedom

Like life it happens

Feelings and emotions 

It’s what it is about

Words and nuances

Juxtapositions, allitérations 

Not sentences

With their subjects, verbs and objects

Useful for recipes but useless for poetry

I write poetry 

I don’t have to worry about sentences!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Remember me

On the last day

She brought a bouquet

Last roses from her garden

Before early winter

Their perfume was subdued

When asked for their name

“Remember me” was the answer

How could I not remember her?

She left our shores to travel

But her kindness stayed with us

A warming feel delicate as the aroma

Of her winter roses.

Have a good trip, Come back soon .

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Rabid nationalism

1066, Hastings

The Normans took hold

Gone were the wooden forts

Up went went the stone fortresses

From Sherwood to Snowdonia

The masters were there to stay

And shackle the island 

To the continent of Europe 

Almost a millenium later

Brexit tries to break that yoke

And send Albion adrift 

Into the mystical mists of Avalon

In a rabid separatist rush

With no deal, no return

Giving the old Normans a turn

In their stony mausoleums 

Will the new order concrete jungle

Spread thickly on the landscape

Last as long as its predecessor vestiges 

Or simply  crumble within a decade or few?

Wait and see might be the byword to go.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Tree change

Tree change! 

Ah, the dreams, the lifestyle 

Seeping Shiraz or sémillon

On a sunny deck looking over the vineyards

Exploring the gate farm trails

Picking up fresh produce

Having an entertaining yarn

With a leisurely gentleman farmer

That’s a life, that’s a lie

It’s a constant battle

Between being overwrought  by drought

Or overwhelmed by floods

Not to talk about roaring bushfires

Planting, hoping for a crop

To see it destroyed by a swarm of locusts

Or an infestation of mice Is also a possibility 

To have a tree change better check

Your physical, mental and financial healths

For there is no insurance

That you’ll survive the next emergency 

For such is the perpetual state 

Of instability on the land. 

So much for the galahs

Perching on the tree

Screeching to the sunset

While sipping a sundowner.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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Ah ce que c’ est beau

De bien vieillir

Le visage révèle 

Les rides du fou rire

Dissimulé tout au long des ans

Le grand sourire qui détend 

Les mâchoires crispées d’angoisse

Et les lèvres inertes du Botox

Sur les dents émaillées du dentier

Et la barbe, ah la barbe

Tous les poils ont migré 

Du haut de la tête 

Au bas du menton

Laissant une piste d’atterrissage 

Pour les mouches estivales

Ah ce que c’ est beau

De bien vieillir!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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TSL, Santosh BaKaya Prompt 

They were in love

Both barely out of childhood

A young love, idealistic love

Full of dreams and eternity 

Walking hand in hand

Kissing under the banyan tree

A young wild banyan tree

The boy, for that was what he was, really

Got his pocket knife out

Carved a heart on 

The narrow tree trunk

The heart turned around it

Filled with both their names

Linked forevermore in love

Time passed, the tree grew

And with it the love heart

Centuries elapsed

Their bodies decayed into dust

Still their love grows

For everyone to see

Though the tree never forgot

The names of its defacers.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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TSL, Daipayan Nair's July 7 prompt 7: "heartless beat “

I can’t hear your heartbeat 

B’cause you’re heartless

A stone has more rhythm 

If you listen long enough 

You might perceive 

If you’re lucky

The flux of time within

The pulse of the universe

Heartless yet surrounding us

Open yourself, inhale it

Learn and become

The wisdom of the stone.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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TSL, 7/6/2019

Day 6 by  @NM Leepsa

Letter to your own laziness

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Ahh, Laziness 

Now that is an art

The theory of which

I won’t go into 

For I’m too lazy! 

Why worry about achieving today

When tomorrow might or mightn’t 

Take care of it?

Let yourself be lulled

By laziness itself

Excuses are easy to find

Too hot, too hard, 

Too long, too difficult 

The list is unending

Why not surrender yourself

When laziness will carry 

You through life’s troubles?

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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TSL, Prompt 5 July 5 by Cathy Sydlo Wilkes  for prose or short story or poetry - The Crocodile who swam across the canal using a pool noodle.

Was in the muddy waterhole

A big bored mamma crocodile 

Whiling away the hot hours

Of the dry season

Couldn’t be bothered

To open her muzzle to let

The odd bird clean her teeth

Drat her bad breath

Flies were buzzing around

Sending her to sleep

When a flash flood swept in

Bringing with it civilisation trash

Big old mamma crocodile

Opened one eye, 

The one that always cried 

Crocodile tears of course

What she saw left her bewildered 

To say the least

A fluorescent coloured pool noodle 

Adrenaline bloomed in her old body

Pushing her into action

Swam under water towards it

Seized it, rolled with it

Oh what fun it was

Until she banged her head 

On the pier on the other bank

Of the now ragging river

And that is how the crocodile 

Swam across the river

With a pool noodle!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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TSL, Outsider, Noor Nisa

Outsider I am 

My gender made sure of that

In this man world

Choosing migration 

Never belonged there

In Downunder Land

Retired today

Now a social parasite 

Outsider I stay.

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Le petit Prince

TSL, Le petit Prince , Lucette Bailliet 

Le Petit Prince

His curiosity is prurient 

He will never answer you

He’ll keep asking

Wanting to understand 

The world he dropped on

His universe is so small

But has its own rules

A rose reigns supreme 

On another planet 

A red man is but a mushroom 

Adding this, adding that

Forgetting the most important 

To watch successive sunsets

To take the time 

To look after the garden

Voltaire didn’t say it better

So acutely important 

In our time

Grown ups lets revert

To our inner child

Le Petit Prince knows 

What matters!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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TSL, Doppelgänger 

There she is

On the other side 

Looking at me

No smile lighting her face

Hard stare almost defiant

Limp grey hair 

Screaming her frustration 

But I can’t hear her

Daring me to free her

From the flat world

That holds her captive

She haunts me

Across the house

From mirror to mirror

I’ll smash them all

To be freed from her.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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