One stands before the dancing sun that glistens in the sea Remembering green, yellow, blue and knowing where they’ve been And where derived a vision (clear) – so eloquently chosen And why we delved in other’s fear – ties never to be broken The sun is spring the earth is dust the petals strike anew […]
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Haiku poetry XXIX
The promontory the valley road look past the sky to wings of steel
The envy of mi sun
Oh leaf, oh leaf Become a bud That brings promise with ease Oh bud, oh bud Become a flower Yearned for, cherished, seen Flower, flower Blooming bright – Rest your head on mi Flower, flower – Wilting kite – Oh, mortality! Oh water mi Sweet angel Day after day goes by Oh water mi The […]
Limerick XXVI
There once was a man they called Bates Who came to the movement a little too late The Commissar thought him a spy She gave no reason why And he was trudged off not knowing his fate
Limerick XXV
Misinformation – the word for the day We shake our heads in upset and dismay Like the Newspeak of old We believe nothing we’re told And They listen to nothing we say
Limerick XXIV
The Health Commissar said stay home or get ill Report signs of a dry cough, feeling tired or chills We must kill this thing Get a jab – it won’t sting If your brothers and sisters won’t thank you I will
Catching fire
At the ballot box I searched for choice So I could raise My silent voice I looked around It wasn’t heard Not a sound – Not a word They came within To cast their spell My story lost – I couldn’t tell For what I had Was hidden gold A dream to be – A […]
Limerick XXIII
There once was a man they called Ted His State Leader made his face turn bright red He stayed home in dismay – He had so much to say But he was masked up and silenced instead.
Unknowing
Ajar – the window lets in wind monotonous the sound Welcomed by the latch that breaks with questions that abound I look outside and see the sea tumultuous of form The tide will rise to my surprise before the heavy storm I check the glass – it rattles so – like an empty bottle whistling […]
Dread
He was sitting on the sofa watching football when she entered standing right beside him in a sundress and high heels She waved her wan goodbyes leaving just her own reflection – the reflection of a fetching woman in the bosom of his mind He sat there blankly staring at the nothingness beside him as […]
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