Why, Sir

Posted on August 21, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Why old McCartney songs
Relic-era assertions, Sir?
Things take forever because we think we have forever to take

Why glamorize the road
Set it to melody, why?
It’s truly just too long, too winding and leads to lonely doors

Tandem

Posted on August 20, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Baited

Posted on August 19, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

I’m tempest-tossed, and I’ve been warned
Not to extend needy hands
With human lips, I have been kissed
And yet I’m shamed needing man

Dichotomies, apparent to me
Ensnare my mind at each turn
Baited, and then, thrown back to the sea
My sanity, I must earn

Every Feather: A Haiku

Posted on August 18, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

What nobility
In relinquishing my crown
As though I’ve gone mad?

Posture: A Haiku

Posted on August 15, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

Leather bound notebook
It asks me to write of fear
I’ll not waste the ink

unambivalent

Posted on August 14, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

there is no one to cry to,
and hope?
hope’s away on summer holiday,
it seems;

but the air today was to die for,
i thought.
my heart felt glad to be alive,
alive, oh!

Now

Posted on August 13, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

It occurred
to me
to be
happy.

Why, look
at me
at my
aliveness!

Loyalty: A Haiku

Posted on August 13, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

The Queen of Taken
She has soft, but mud-drenched hands
I’ve befriended her

Waylon

Posted on August 3, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

You, wayward highwayman of mine
Go where you will
Go where you wouldn’t
I have already found you
Hidden from their eyes
Yet blazing
Screaming through the Skies

Little Light

Posted on August 2, 2018 by Lisa Rosier

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Now Lets Do This Thing

Why, Sir

Why old McCartney songs
Relic-era assertions, Sir?
Things take forever because we think we have forever to take

Why glamorize the road
Set it to melody, why?
It’s truly just too long, too winding and leads to lonely doors

Tandem

Baited

I’m tempest-tossed, and I’ve been warned
Not to extend needy hands
With human lips, I have been kissed
And yet I’m shamed needing man

Dichotomies, apparent to me
Ensnare my mind at each turn
Baited, and then, thrown back to the sea
My sanity, I must earn

Every Feather: A Haiku

What nobility
In relinquishing my crown
As though I’ve gone mad?

Posture: A Haiku

Leather bound notebook
It asks me to write of fear
I’ll not waste the ink

unambivalent

there is no one to cry to,
and hope?
hope’s away on summer holiday,
it seems;

but the air today was to die for,
i thought.
my heart felt glad to be alive,
alive, oh!

Now

Loyalty: A Haiku

Waylon

Little Light

Ought I bake a cake with this
One I whip up on the fly
A pretty thing to be consumed
Ultimately?

Do I don the corduroy
Deep thinking, feigned or actual
With elbows patched so scholarly
Egotistically!

Shall I sit alone with this
As ancient wisdom would advise
Perhaps eternally, but seek
Tranquility.

Or will I simply walk with you
In sweet-smart cameraderie
Joining hands from East to West
Intimately….

Why old McCartney songs Relic-era assertions, Sir? Things take forever because we think we have forever to take

Why glamorize the road Set it to melody, why? It’s truly just too long, too winding and leads to lonely doors

I’m tempest-tossed, and I’ve been warned Not to extend needy hands With human lips, I have been kissed And yet I’m shamed needing man

Dichotomies, apparent to me Ensnare my mind at each turn Baited, and then, thrown back to the sea My sanity, I must earn

What nobility In relinquishing my crown As though I’ve gone mad?

Leather bound notebook It asks me to write of fear I’ll not waste the ink

there is no one to cry to, and hope? hope’s away on summer holiday, it seems;

but the air today was to die for, i thought. my heart felt glad to be alive, alive, oh!

Ought I bake a cake with this One I whip up on the fly A pretty thing to be consumed Ultimately?

Do I don the corduroy Deep thinking, feigned or actual With elbows patched so scholarly Egotistically!

Shall I sit alone with this As ancient wisdom would advise Perhaps eternally, but seek Tranquility.

Or will I simply walk with you In sweet-smart cameraderie Joining hands from East to West Intimately….

Why old McCartney songs
Relic-era assertions, Sir?
Things take forever because we think we have forever to take

Why glamorize the road
Set it to melody, why?
It’s truly just too long, too winding and leads to lonely doors

I’m tempest-tossed, and I’ve been warned
Not to extend needy hands
With human lips, I have been kissed
And yet I’m shamed needing man

Dichotomies, apparent to me
Ensnare my mind at each turn
Baited, and then, thrown back to the sea
My sanity, I must earn

What nobility
In relinquishing my crown
As though I’ve gone mad?

Leather bound notebook
It asks me to write of fear
I’ll not waste the ink

there is no one to cry to,
and hope?
hope’s away on summer holiday,
it seems;

but the air today was to die for,
i thought.
my heart felt glad to be alive,
alive, oh!

Ought I bake a cake with this
One I whip up on the fly
A pretty thing to be consumed
Ultimately?

Do I don the corduroy
Deep thinking, feigned or actual
With elbows patched so scholarly
Egotistically!

Shall I sit alone with this
As ancient wisdom would advise
Perhaps eternally, but seek
Tranquility.

Or will I simply walk with you
In sweet-smart cameraderie
Joining hands from East to West
Intimately….