Take your seats, please — All must go. Closing down. Outta here. Goin’ fishin’ Barber shop on Main Street. The mall’s cut the customers, chopped the butcher, the baker makes no dough. Chairs x 2 Old school. Leather, iron and chrome. A pretty penny at the antique mart, I’ll bet. Door tinkles as I turn…

This prose was inspired by one of the greatest violinists of these times when he was a little boy! — There was a little boy somewhere in a country far from here. He played outside with his friends. The sun burned in his face. After playing for too long, he searched for the shadow and took his book. …

This prose is a sequel to the previous prose that was inspired by one of the greatest violinists of these times when he was a little boy! — The card with that poem still hangs on his wall in his practice room. He put his music desk in a way he always could read that poem. That card reminds him of that old lady playing during that beautiful sunny and warm day in September three years ago. Every…

This prose is a sequel to the previous prose that was inspired by one of the greatest violinists of these times when he was a little boy! — Slowly he opened his eyes. Turning around in his bed, looking outside: ‘Still dark’, he thought. Then his head turned towards his new digital clock: ‘2 am.’ He closes his eyes, but he can’t sleep. …

This prose is a sequel to the previous prose that was inspired by one of the greatest violinists of these times when he was a little boy! — When He stood there, on stage, The Little Boy played the next melody. They — The Little Boy and the conductor — exchanged looks while playing the first few bars of the new piece, with lots of virtuosity. The Violinist stood on one foot, still on his big toe on…

Episode #5. This prose is a sequel to the previous prose that was inspired by one of the greatest violinists of these times when he was a little boy! — When He woke up, The Violinist Rabbit stood in front of the Church in Vienna, St. Stephen's Cathedral. Looking around, He saw his Cello Friend and his Viola Friends on the square. He was still The Violinist Rabbit. He was even more confused. Everyone was dressed differently; men wore small…

Episode #6. This prose is a sequel to the previous prose. They are inspired by one of the greatest violinists of these times — when he was a little boy! — The Cellist Friend was so surprised, and He thought He turned his friend back into The Little Violinist. Unfortunately, the magic spell didn’t work out — again. The Little Rabbit Violinist — yes, He became little again. At the same time, He felt heavy things on his back: ‘What could…

A love senryu inspired by and for my… —

Episode #7. This prose is a sequel to the previous prose. They are inspired by one of the greatest violinists of these times — when he was a little boy! — He — The Rabbit Violinist Devil — walked back to the tile with the poem. Still all the people He just saw in his mind; two beautiful friends. They looked different today than usual. Wearing special clothes; white clothes — wide on their body, over their head and wrapped around…

Life Lesson Story Passenger O Passenger Why are you sad? Your status is not so bad, Don’t moan over the condition Be thankful for your position You are not impoverished You are healthier besides prosperous Be radiant with what you possess Don’t be mournful with what you can’t possess O…

I love kicking up my heels in the forest — I lived in Florida most of my life. There was little change in seasons. One of the things I love most about living in Georgia is the profound change in weather, the brilliant change in the colors of leaves, and wearing boots! Spring, summer, fall, winter! In spring, trees and…

Color your garden! — Full of blue and pink in the garden, the corner colored with flowers. What colour do you love in your garden? Any poetry form is welcome. Would you also play? Everyone is allowed to play along! Tree Langdon, Dew Langrial, The Maverick Files, Dr Mehmet Yildiz, Desiree Driesenaar, Lucy The…

When I heard about an organization counting butterflies and I wrote about them in the local newspaper. — Red with black on the pink flower, the third, today I counted and others. What is, or what are, your favorite butterfly and why? Any poetry form is welcome. Would you also play? Everyone is allowed to play along! Tree Langdon, Dew Langrial, The Maverick Files, Dr Mehmet Yildiz, Desiree…

A Haiku about Life — Life is hell where — no one is well — people are putting efforts over the snail’s shells It is a Haiku about life. Life is different for all of us. It is circumstances that build a narrative about life in the mind. No matter how good someone is- life…

Parents and siblings you can’t count on. — 1.Watch it It’s twelve o’clock at night, then father said: “Come home darling. It’s getting late and cold.” “I am totally fine!”, she replied sad Walking through the old door on her high heels, bold; slamming the old door behind and his face looked weird when she came home from that party and holding onto her values…

A time to hold —

Mystery clouds are beautiful; you’ll never know what is behind the clouds. — Morning through the rain, while afternoon sun breaks down on the face of the leaves, with glaze, my good morning, breath of the cloud mystery. What is your relationship with the mist? I love it. It reminds me of not knowing what is coming the next few seconds. Would you…

First Madrigal — You, that man, in the middle of the night went after, and took my mom’s precious bag while she held it on her shoulder neck, that man was fast and mean, also not right, as my mom could not see the back in black. …