Thursday, October 28, 2010

Gone (Haiku)

Beautiful loveless

Babes died today, murdered by

Mother’s guilty hand.

Remembrance

Man,

How joyful a reminiscence it is,

Of one's past wife.

Yet still, it can draw tears

And awaken deep sleeping strife.

November Pearl

As I stood alone, against a bitter

November wind,

Eyes of mine, stared longingly after a train tearing away into the night,

Far from reach,

My coat flapped

Throwing my cold tears

Into the air,

As if I giving them to wind to take away,

My gray face mirrored the sky,



I wish my love to be home,

I remember when I saw her eyes gleaming with joy,

And her beautiful smile dance into view, her white smile,

She was my pearl.





Snow was gliding down, white snow,

It was beautifully white, so carefree,

Only to land and be stained by mud ridden ruts,

Was not this our lives?

I wished my love to be home,

And knew not her face,

Anymore.

Fire (Haiku)

Humanity soon

Will be shocked by fiery

Judgment, earned by sin.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Mice and Lions (Haiku)

An innocent mouse,

Can grow into a lion,

Given the right food.

Vulnerable (Haiku)

We sit together

With closed eyes, and not a care,

As death stalks our hearts.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Letters, Versus Emotion

He motioned with a curious finger,

I believe his index,

Towards a 7 letter set,

And questioningly glanced at us, seeking approval from our scrutinizing eyes

To start, and as the authoritative nod was given, it was as if

The beautiful beginning of man’s God given life again newly sprouted,

His mind, a green baby shoot flying into a blue sky, seeking freedom from words, and to only

Speak in emotion, but alas, for only were to his keeping 7 pitiful letters,

And yet, though this barrier, his

7 Black letters danced creatively away between his fingers,

Off to create wonders,

From simply, that 7 letter set.

Poppy Seed Astronauts

Pop off the lid and watch the show,

As poppy seed sprinkles playfully dance across my table,

Miniature astronauts all cheerily zipped up,

In bright white suits that make us wondrously mutter to one another,

We watch in awe as

They zoom carelessly towards

A carefree drop, all

Joyfully bouncing away from earth

Searching for freedom.

Autumn

The wind is tossing golden leaves,

Into a crisp blue sky,

And the grey old men who once stood tall, are humbled,

While the cold joyfully plucks their pride

One color at a time.

Yellow

The pencil equals man's primary writing utensil,

All the letters and numbers

did he stencil,

With his trusty yellow pencil.