Haiku Dump: Saturday, March 11, 2017

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Should I be writing
The times I’m angry and lost
Readers deserve joy

Do speak albeit
From a position of pain
Compelled to not quit

I thought I’d progressed
But I’m back at the start point
Mired in pain again

FORGIVE its proper
Silence your pity party
You’re in pain so what

Ev’ry day I pray
Please God help me to forgive
Why’s He saying Shhhhhh

This daily cower
To the bully at the door
Must happen no more

Congratulations
Though I fear you I won’t cry
Business is business

Your barbs unending
Relativity is gone
Anyone dissent

Antagonism
Why do you sit on that perch
Gives me a headache

Negative thinkers
Will call themselves realists
Seems like a cop-out

Chased after your heart
Twenty years to no avail
That was so not fun

Wanting approval
Judgement indifference stings
Take back the vows please

To lose a great love
For hoarding your acceptance
Seems tragic to me

Compliments were due
On such niceties as this
Hearts may rise or fall

I so disagree
That I’ve deserved such disdain
But you did your worst

The reason I cheer
Your years of bad behavior
Affect me no more

I do forgive you
How sad your uncontrite heart
Forfeited you mine

I step forward here
Despite that you’re not sorry
And that you blame me

Joylessness goodbye
You had your 15 minutes
So linger no more

Words for Diamonds 

I’ll dare tell you how it feels

Feet kicked up

The late-afternoon sun coming at me

And all is silent since some tree somewhere took down a power line 

I couldn’t be more pleased

If there’ll be no hot water for my tea tonight 

Candlelight and the hope of tomorrow morning’s sun

Dampens any fear I have

Philosophically speaking

An alert cat and my stupid sense of hope

Along with a spirit-sister’s charge

Finds me feeling

Phenomenal

Gal

Today, each day I say if I look up,
and this is a childish thing, I know, but
all I hope for is that
we look one another in the eyes
as we make peace and steal back time.

Edge of the Bed

Listen to breathing and birds
Or 
Or
Sit frozen staring

One with this psyche
No choice
No choice
The dark tunnel

Unwanted corners, irrational speed 
Walk ’round 
Run down
A motherless child brings me home

My Cadence

My cadence and 
I’ll tell you what
There’s no room for 
Their nonsense and

“ha-ha-ho!”

I’m calling a
Quarter-beat so
There will be sweat
Their game all wet

Do You Got It
One-Two-Three-Four
Do You Want More
Come Join This War