Imagine the slip
The paper
The grey
The analogue
The digital
The what have you
I take it back
My slip
Chief Justice
Radar girl
Sherlock instinct
Xray eyes
Wicked legs
Never tired
Stupid heart
Crazy brain
Deposing posers
Your scent
Shameless pen
Hallowed halls
Prepared me
Cliché Saturdays: A Haiku
My Summer meetings
But for Cliché Saturdays
Have meant ev’rything
Haiku Dump: Saturday, March 11, 2017
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
Transform: A Haiku
Oh ears of mine heart
Make peace with those of these eyes
Lest the noise take me
Thoroughfare: A Haiku
I’ve ages of proof
None may know my wondrous mind
Or steal my fine heart
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
