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Circles -Haiku

     
     life is a circle
     the stone thrown into the pond
     ripples all around


 
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Posted by on February 28, 2022 in haiku, Poetry

 

Water Therapy -Haiku

       running a hot bath
        easing the body down ah-hh
         let loose of the noose
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Posted by on February 28, 2022 in haiku, Poetry

 

Math -Haiku

       a hazy summer   
       butterflies probe pink flowers
       two wings become four


 
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Posted by on February 27, 2022 in haiku, Poetry

 

Wet Dream

in my dream, I saw
the mountainous wave explode against 
the shoreline breakwall
which the incoming waters 
towered over

I was ahead of it by five hundred yards
which seemed a good head start
almost lulling me into a sense of complacency
but still, I ran as fast as my chubby little legs
could trying to reach higher ground

the frothing snake-like river 
was quickly gaining on me
carrying with it cars, buildings, 
and mangled people

there is a kind of terror that empties
the bladder and lower intestines
I awoke soiled






 
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Posted by on February 27, 2022 in Poetry

 

Pipsqueaks

The nations raged, and tyrants ranted
they imagine they can bogart 
the world as their oyster,

pretending to be the gods of this world.
but one laughs contemptuously at them
knowing that the upstarts and hot-winded nothings
cannot manage to keep themselves alive
longer than permitted.

But while they prance, praising their game
the grandmaster catches them in a fool's mate
before they can process what hit them.

When it dawns on them, they drink cyanide
and put a barrel in their mouth
or try and hide in an underground spider hole,
or have an ice pick shoved in their ear

broadcasted on live TV--
being seen as 
the weaklings they always were

 
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Posted by on February 27, 2022 in Poetry

 

The Bold -Haiku

         A freeze turns trees gray
         killing fields of winter ice
         the bold snowdrops rise


 
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Posted by on February 27, 2022 in haiku, Poetry

 

Shame

ashamed
of the country
the so-called superpower who won't
stick up for those being trampled
by the evil regime - forgetting
the price paid for freedom?

looking the other way
while a sovereign ally is brutalized

what about mothers and children
slain without mercy
while smug people view
woke sitcoms stuffing MacDonald's?

look up - for the unthinkable
is coming to a district near you.

some may glibly say that is for them
privileged geography insulates me
in the protective force-shield bubble

today's news is a bummer
so just turn the channel
anesthetize self by AGT or ET
see little dogs perform on cue
cats on Youtube

though the blood of noncombatant innocents
paints the cratered streets
just a few short hours away
by bomber


 
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Posted by on February 27, 2022 in Poetry

 

Dreams -Haiku

                       
                        The winter howls by
                        over hibernating dens
                        dreaming of the sun

 
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Posted by on February 27, 2022 in haiku, Poetry

 

Put in an Eaglet’s Mouth

Northeast Ohio has a feisty bunch of black squirrels. 
If one feels harassed, will jump
at you with razor teeth. Their antics
were often watched from the wooded back porch
together with a frosty-snout dog wanting to chase.

One squirrel in particular with white feet and half a tail
was a damned bully. It used to rob and horde
acorns and chestnuts from the rest. Black squirrel councils
were convened to squeak about the bully's heinous
crimes against squirreldom. The old dog on the porch
offered its services to eat it. But the black bully

only chattered its chuckles from an overhead
branch. An eagle swooped and caught it in its talons,
pecking at its stubborn black head to put its eyes out
as it flew off to feed it to its eaglets.



 
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Posted by on February 26, 2022 in Poetry

 

Tock Talk

swigging down a Monster drink, 

the house is still 

caffeinated fingers tap on keys. 

Nothing is a lot to express. 

It is all chemical. 

Wiggly legs hold back a drip. 

A square slow methodical clock 

tock   tock   tock 

rides the whirring of the computer fans 

heat whooshing from the floor registers. 

Copper has a smell 

& turns the wrist green 

making a click when the links are spun. 

An 8 track on the fireplace bricks 

boomed Bad Company 

at five in the empty living room. 

Like this writing, 

time to dribble.


 
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Posted by on February 26, 2022 in Poetry