This week's batch:
Somewhere in the deep
recesses of my brain, sleep
forgotten haikus.
tanka haiku: The Twenties; when men
still swam in tanktops and the
women bobbed their hair.
Both drank 'bootleg hootch', while young
flappers danced to jazz rhythms.
Our paths never crossed,
Alas, they only entwined.
How did we get here?
She whispered to him,
'I'll fulfill all your dreams ...', But
he'd dreamt of Pirates.
Siamese twins are
conjoined. Why are Siamese
kittens just confused?
On the old man's slacks,
surviving countless washings;
sticky store labels.
Goin' down the road,
to that shack across the tracks
where love is hiding.
A glass of ice cubes
a pitcher of lemonade
who hid the vodka?
An angel's blessing,
cleanses souls and awakens
hearts to receive love.
Words do not always
mean what we think, sometimes we
mis-read intentions.
Silver icicles,
drip from Christmas tree branches,
teasing the kittens.
Calling your version,
'the truth' only means you call
your opinions, 'truth.'
We reap what we sow,
sew what we rip, and never
Mark Twain shall we meet.
Anguish and remorse
when embraced by solitude,
will shed bitter tears.
The beauty of Life;
On rare occasions, it will
approach perfection.
Willful solitude,
exacerbates loneliness.
Breathe the city air.
An empty teacup
perched on a piano stool
still can't play "Chopsticks".
We may not agree,
but I understand your fears
and hope you're okay.
Back to work today
after a restful week off.
Where do I begin?
Judging from sales stats,
you might never imagine
Santa employed elves.
Snow days filled with fun,
sledding down my neighbor's hill.
crashing into trees.
The teenager asked,
'Why are naps so important?'
His grandfather laughed.
This Saturday morn,
the sun's out, the sky is blue
I'm still missing you.
He took his sweet time
opening the envelope,
building the suspense.
Alas, we live in
a linear existence;
the Past IS prologue.
Bayberry candles,
in the windows, pine needles
on the parlor floor.
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Comments
All is in each touch.
But I forget so quickly.
Let me try again.
by moat on Fri, 12/02/2011 - 9:55pm
Nice moat.
One touch, I'm 'all in',
but how quickly time passes.
Let me try again.
I am touched at once
so I quickly try again,
but I forget why.
by MrSmith1 on Fri, 12/02/2011 - 10:16pm
I cannot recall
the darkest corners of time
without you and me.
by moat on Sat, 12/03/2011 - 10:57pm
Wonderful!
The darkest corner
of my being still can not
forget your true love.
by MrSmith1 on Sun, 12/04/2011 - 12:22am
Because of my dreams
each one held your image true
we now live that dream
by Anonymous (not verified) on Sun, 12/04/2011 - 12:58am
Wonderful, Anonymous!
by MrSmith1 on Sun, 12/04/2011 - 4:43am
Great as always.
When I am experiencing my more psychotic thoughts, I truly wonder if our universe is linear in nature.
I sense Sam Clemens on the porch sucking on a cigar and experiencing his neighborhood.
I can almost see my little brother David climbing a tree at our lakeshore encampment in the olden days.
It is only the future that seems beyond my grasp.
by Richard Day on Fri, 12/02/2011 - 10:37pm
Samuel Clemens
on his porch, smokin' cigars
"Huck Finn, off my lawn!"
Climbing up the tree
than bragging to your brother,
'I'm higher than you!'
Is it so bad the
future's just beyond our grasp?
We'd screw it up too.
Perhaps I should re-write the earlier one thusly:
Alas we perceive
a linear existence,
the Past IS prologue.
by MrSmith1 on Sat, 12/03/2011 - 2:17am