If you won’t mind
Lend me your drawl this late, tired eve’
Speak into these bones
As a balm
Be my guilty pleasure, if you please
The voice that simply won’t quit
Tuck me in as flowers in a field
Water me, hence, with your words
Tag Archives: Poet
Well Enough Alone: A Haiku
My gift to you, Sir
I forgive that you failed me
My gift to myself
Always East
Who now is thirsty for tomorrow?
I am! I am!
While my immersion in the moment allowed the universe to gift me with one Delighted poet
Happy for him whilst pushing through my pain
I am in love with now’s sorrow
Shall I claim it again?
I am thirsty for tomorrow!
My Alter: A Haiku
I’m speaking to You
I was looking forward to
Crazy, crazy nights
Tucker
Be careful, Wildman
I’ll be forced to speak
A hello from my lips
You’ll be forced to hear
A smite upon your charm
Reminding these merged minds
That you strolled away
Your big words failed a love
Your wielded strength a boon
For broken hearts and homes
Original Thought Credit: “…they should’ve behaved better.” -Anne Lamott
Boss-y: A Haiku
Certain I’ve survived
Certain I’ve found my red shoes
Certain I’ve rocked you
Firsthand: The Haiku
I have discovered
The poet is pathetic
The dreamer has lost
Second Thoughts: On Hope
Wild Erased
Just settle down
Tell it to your manic
Who used to threaten the world
If it harmed a hair on my head?
Just go gently
Take your wild, man
Ever contemplate the green
Would snuff it out for settled-down love?
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