Original Thought Credit: Tasha Cobbs Leonard, “I’m Getting Ready”
Shut-up, Stranger
Sixth-sense brushes with the Supernatural
Celebratory tinnitus signaling soon-to-arrive portals
And I feel aglow
For, what I’d failed to recognize
All those years
The Stranger and her offspring wished to silence me
Instead, I bravely shout from the rooftops each day
Renewed
What I used to fear, I ride out now, breathe easy and know
Answers are on their way
Justice is coming like a freight train
Roguing
Ripped from her victory garden
With promises of Roses & Violets
Sugar & Sweet compliments
Tiny poems as pollen
Soon left alone, till in hand
Thistle seed as some parting gift
So goes love to life
Roguing now, she
Mothering nature
In the early Spring sun
Blamed, but cultivating, still
Perseus & Me: A Haiku
Closed my eyes to see
Broad daylight, which God ordained
That mystified me
Wonder Frog: A Haiku
Has my song struck out
Whistled ribbit-rhythm sunken
Never to ascend?
Step Lively
If you’re trekking alone in the dark
The train station within sight
Hope of home in your heart
Schedule unknown but hoping you won’t be late
Those obstacles in the meantime?
The throngs of strangers
The loved One who neither noticed you’re gone, nor cares whether you’ll ever return
A nearly dead battery and bank balance
Yesterday tethered around your ankles
Take comfort, you are seen
Someday, in 20/20 hindsight, find
A candle shone in some window
That beautiful soul, burned for you
The train leaves sharp at 11:11pm
You are loved far greater than you think
Now run, freely
And step lively


Just
Remind me to love, Lord
One ear up to all the world
One myopic eye
Just one
To all that ails me
Give me You
A curiosity-cocked mind
To learn just what is their need
Light to shine, that all feel seen
Many comforts and time to share
This Time
Proceed out of Winter
My hard-earned wisdom I offer, my friend
It is inhuman to have forsaken the Sun as we have
The birds beckon you now, none too early
Travel to June
That the Summer may hold you and lilac unfold before you
Emerge from here, unbroken
afterall
Fearless
Running into Winter as warriors, prepared
Ecstatic, that next time shall not surprise us, this time!
Who Decides: A Haiku
If you are just Pain
When you’d tried to be just Love
Are you still just Pain?
Rod & Reel
Move amongst who’s quick to quip
“I love you,” and the like
Together, if even apart
Find yourself offering up applause
Whether they crush it
Whether they barely manage a tick
An, “atta boy”
An, “atta girl”
In this life and beyond
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