’tis the season…already..what?
Deck the halls way too early Fa la la la la, la la la la. ’tis the season to be wacky Fa la la la la, la la la la. Don we now our shop apparel, Fa la la, la la la, la la la. Troll the fragrant […]
Five raccoons cross my path: bits of random living
Flickering darkness Five scurrying raccoons cross my path Surprisingly not a scream could be heard Yip, yip, yippee Ringing bells The microwave and coffee maker insanely beep The throat is soothingly coated Yip, yip, yippee Morning zombie Stepping on floor crumbs and legos Lovingly still walk […]
Strike a pose: State your phony truth
I just don’t know You profess and profess Yet you run like the wind I just don’t know You gleefully admire Yet you fail to connect I just don’t know You publicly, notably gush Yet you pass without a nod I just don’t know You cite a crucial […]
stripped my pride
He closed his eyes and sighed Powerless to change the course I clicked my heels but didn’t disappear He went off instead into the netherworld I cried Stripped my pride There was no stride He was gentle and small The fuzziest cheese curd Nothing but love Why […]
Adrift in a Haiku
Adrift in a Haiku Battered thoughts adrift Lifejackets disappearing Applause driving me
Carry me in fear
Fires I have Been Through Fires, I have been through Eaten dolls, books randomness Carry me in fear
Throwback Thursday Haiku: To look back one must learn
Throwback Thursday Haiku: To look back one must learn Today I seek AWE The REAR view is for learning But MIND the future
A Haiku In Search of an Oasis
In Search of an Oasis I read a study recently that talked about how when you are upset or down, you don’t need happy music. What you need, instead, is angry or sad music. hearing that sadness allows you to empathize and ventilate your own sorrow. It gives […]
New Year’s Haiku: Unmask
New Year’s Haiku: Unmask The now, rife with change Trepidation woos bliss Unmask and be brave unmask
Abandoned Gloriousness: The mother of marvels and being at peace
Abandoned Gloriousness Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels. (Francisco de Goya) Stormy days and nights in our souls can leave one feeling abandoned You weary bones rattle and hum to disconcerted […]
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