CARPE DIEM Tan Renga: “red tear-stained eyes”

Hello friends!

This week’s Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga #7 Challenge is to complete this haiku stanza by Chevrefeuille:

Decomposed flowers
Silent witness of a relative
Red tear-stained eyes


The challenge is to create two, seven-syllable lines that follow the first stanza to complete the Tan Renga.

My offering this week deals with firearms at home because careless gun owners that fail to lock up their guns and/or unload their unattended weapons, cause unfortunate gun accidents that take the lives of many young children every year.

According to an article by USA Today, “Guns in the Home Proving Deadly for Kids,” it says:

“Although mass shootings get more attention, children are far more likely to be killed at home…” (by unattended and not stored properly, firearm)

Second stanza:

gun horseplay bleeds disaster
Curious child pulls trigger

Let me put it all together with a picture to go:

Dreamland Wikimedia Common

Decomposed flowers
Silent witness of a relative
Red tear-stained eyes

Gun horseplay bleeds disaster
Curious child pulls trigger





Jakesprinters: Sunday Post theme this week is Bridge. I offer a borrowed quotation by Markus Zusak – Getting the Girl:

“It feels like the spoken words, this bridge. I want it but fear it. God, I want so desperately to reach the other side – just like I want the words. I want my words to build bridges strong enough to walk on. I want them to tower over the world so I can stand up on them and walk to the other side.”

Old bridge

The gripping words: “…fear…desperately…want my words to build bridges strong enough to walk on…”


Say we throw down our fears and get building them strong bridges!


Just Because Syria Weeps…

Just because

sister, Syria, weeps, over her people brutally fighting
and words, my words are not able to express strong enough,
the grief that screams across the universe
the loss of over 400 children and many other nameless faces too
growing once like beautiful flowers, now gone,
without a trace

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flowers for you
just because

Just because

sister, Syria, you are distant and distraught,
our broken hearts lay on the ground
by this tortuous ordeal, this very sad state of affairs
Oh, sister, where have all your beautiful flowers gone
And how long before we learn
To lay aside our differences
And leave love to blossom instead

Just because

Syria weeps…




go out and screw up!!

you want to write but nothing comes
so many Words running wild upstairs
come on down, all of you Words!

(before i go out and screw up!!)

It’s an order, I said

march, march, march and do hurry!
We got finger tapping, anxious eyes–waiting–
waiting for all of you, Words, to tumble across this page
What is that you say?
anthony Robbins is here? You mean, the author of the great book, Awaken the Giant Within/actor/professional speaker/peak performance coach (whatever that is)–is really here??

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Well, Words, do take your time coming down–let the master Robbin speak:

“Live life fully while you’re here.
Experience everything.
Take care of yourself and your friends.
Have fun, be crazy, be weird.
Go out and screw up!!
You’re going to anyway, so you might as well enjoy the process…”

wait, don’t go out and screw up just yet, there’s more of motivational speaker anthony Robbins below…

but, Oh, my shy little Words, see how you must work?


 Come down and have FuN UnDeR the SuN

Let go of your ego and be carefree and remember mr. Robbins is still here, so listen…

“Take the opportunity to learn from your mistakes:
find the cause of your problems and eliminate it.
Don’t try to perfect;
just be an excellent example of being human.”
~anthony Robbins

when Words seem distant and far away

why not let your hair down

and simply write

all those reluctant Words you hold back

forget all writing rules just for a minute and let yourself

GO under the sun— with your Words– and have some fun

then… Go out and screw up...

                     … just be an excellent example of being human.

me?  i’m just having some fun today being crazy and weird

hey, i’m only human, right?

Weekly Image Of Life: Fun Under The Sun.

Down By The Water

V. Teterin A Working Lad.

A lad strolled by and said:
"Hey, I'm wondering what to do with all these words
floating about in my head?
I tend to forget them as soon as I go to bed!"

I said, "Well, while you're here,
why not share
all your words floating so freely
about in that head!

And so my dear readers,
here is this young lad's poem,
who goes by the name, the Forgetful Poet.

"I'm only a young apprentice poet," he claims, 
and,  "if you have a kind word or two,
please know I appreciate your encouragement and tips
to help me grow up from the rather shy Forgetful Poet to
the confident Unforgettable Poet instead."

Down By The Water— by Forgetful Poet


Singing a song, down by the water...

walking along singing a song

out by the water and over the hill

through the meadow and into the cottage

soon I’ll be singing a song

down by the water again