Conquer (For Deets) – 3 Haiku Poems
Wrap that hellion like a scarf Hold your chin up high Tear down ties that bind Out from the cocoon, you’ll shoot Dauntless butterfly Howl loud in the rain Broken but… Continue reading
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Coronis – 3 Haiku Poems (Inspired by Magick Mermaid)
Raven spies up high Trading secrets with the moon They whisper, She’s doomed. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Coronis now hides In her lover’s arms she prays To see one more day >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Apollo’s rage burns Sears… Continue reading
Sepia-Tinted Memories
Wheels turning As I sat there gazing. Yet you never knew it. I’d recorded these moments. My mind captured all the essence of you. These cogs at times squeak protesting endless repeats of… Continue reading
#45: Lock Him Up! – Haiku
Thin skinned tangerine Thief of children’s charities Keep this dolt unseen ____________________________________________________________________________ Trump Was Ordered To Pay $2 Million In Damages For Abusing His Foundation To Help His Campaign “The court’s decision,… Continue reading
Haiku: Into Night
Day tugs off her dress Arches her back and stretches She melts into night
Soul Messenger – Haiku
Beating of my heart in sync with your restless soul. We travel as one. A dragonfly symbolizes a soul messenger in Native American folklore.
Thorns
Thorns I whisper your name. Are you still within reach? I close my eyes and see you – With a knowing smile on your lips. You’ve found the scars- carved by my own… Continue reading
Out of the Dark
Remember me as flowers Pushing their way out of the dark To find warmth in the sun’s embrace I recently lost someone very dear to me, and my pen has once again become… Continue reading
Five Haiku Poems: Paper Soul
You’ve nothing to say In silence, you still taunt me Quiet mockery I stare back at you A frozen smile strains your face Love’s gone; there’s no trace Limb by limb, I rip… Continue reading
Crimes of the Heart
… Here in the dark I sit. Polishing my sins with a rag and spit. No matter how hard I rub, the patina never succumbs. Encrusted with smudge, it’s difficult to shine. Woe… Continue reading
