But for the little ones, the crawly things, the butterflies
There are no ideals
No rooms left to house whimsy
And not enough hours remain to show vulnerability
To the tall trees
golden cowboy
Know that you own the tongue that has made a world flat
With each word, placed its heart at once under your boots
Chicken-walk on the doormat, “Do some-thing with your mess.”
Close the door, then deny you’d been outside that Day
“Choose today”
Here come
The square-jawed, honest eyed
Who want nothing more
Than you
There go
The jutted-jawed, staring eyed
Who want nothing more
Than more
Created Still: A Haiku
What feeds troubled souls
Leaves me stifled and sickly
Proof I’m of Angels
Before and After
Grey days
Why days
My days
Always
Now God
How God
Wow God
My God
Daft Thunder
How hard hammering away
At a nickel
The 5 cents of your Day it was worth
The less it’s worth now
The gods
Non-existent
The idols
Unworthy
They so wanted This
offering
Broken mirrors
A hidden smile
Cookie crumbs
A life worthwhile
Invincible
Be the well thought of one
Slander thought leaders in secret
Be the voice of reason
Poison the voice in their heads
Be the beautiful one
Tear down their beauty when no one is looking
Be invincible
Make them invisible
OK With Why
Find me when I’m ninety
Barefoot and expectant still
This life we knitted
Will bear kindness
Look at me -kindness!
All in
All-out
Or else
Comrades: A Haiku
We wish for someone
Who will tell us “I am here”
Will we be that One
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