Australian’s possess the knowledge to allure,
A complete range of foods, a keen eye, a connoisseur.
Meat Ball Mondays, topped with cheese and in tomato sauce, they drown,
amongst mounds of spaghetti, gnocchi and linguine enough to go around.
Tuesdays, Taco, Nachos, Gazpacho and Tortillas,
fresh salads, sharp salsas and chillies for thrillers.
Weiner Schnitzel Wednesdays with mash and peas,
topped with gravy and garlic mushroom. Yes, please!
Tandoori Thursdays come around with ease,
chicken fiery red as sunsets that’s the key.
Fried Rice Fridays with Stir Fry galore,
veggies abundant enough to adore.
Saffron Rice Saturdays scented with fresh coriander and ground cumin,
in a sea of Kormas and Kabobs is where I find them loom-in.
Sunday is my day to rest.
Time for the hubby to try his best.
I relax with a stubby and wait for the cue,
to smell the aroma of an old fashion Bar Be Que!
Who are you?
by Ayesha and Susan Mehr
First star I see from Earth tonight.
Are you a star?
Who are you?
Are you Mercury or Venus?
The closest, you orbit our sun,
Scorched landscapes glow.
Such gruesomeness spun.
Are you Mars?
Am I peering in the wrong direction!
Twinkling so bright,
Ready for my inspection.
Or are you Jupiter or Saturn?
Hiding behind the Asteroid Belt.
Pelting your light,
With all God’s might.
Maybe you’re Uranus or Neptune?
Luminous ice diamonds,
Singing the perfect tune.
Like the sea’s serenading Sirens.
Now drizzling across the sky
Appears the milky way.
As beautiful as butterflies.
Again, I have to say.
You’re the first star I see from earth tonight.
Words strum the heartstrings,
Great purpose destines to be,
Haiku Ballad #2
Mind sits and wonders,
Emptiness erupts inside,
Living life alone.
Fragile walls break down,
Tsunami of tears follows,
Worthy cause I’m not,
Angel wings stretch out for flight,
Rogue feather finds me.
Head turns, Angel winks,
Hope blossoms excites my heart,
Thanks for priceless gift.
I crouch beside my brother and peer across the bed. “I bought them.”
“Now let’s wait till they wake up.”
“Mum, can we play the iPad?”
‘Damn, how I hate Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.’
Deep breath. Stretch arm, hand and fingers parallel to the floor. Hold still and relax.
Let hand fall on top of the snooze button.
Exercise is done, back to sleep.
HAIKU BALLAD by Susan Mehr
In all innocence,
Nature dances once again,
And Melody sings.
Vein on neck pulsates,
Your soft caresses slow time,
And love embraces.
Souls fire burns warm,
Eyes twinkle, dimples appear,
All I ever dream.
Nature by Susan Mehr
Autumn, Winter, Spring,
Life wakes, Babes are born, Earth sings.
Then Summer explodes.
A sprinkle of Sun,
Unfolds a carpet of blooms,
And Rain starts to cry.