Delusion retreats
to the warm and soothing balm
in south Florida
rapt in the frantic embrace
of those who pet their egos.
Cherita #1
Gaze long
upon this grizzled tangled
weeping woods
no longer verdant
shrouding mist obscuring
any hint of distant spring.
This is my first foray into the poetic storytelling form created by British poet, ai li in 1997. As those who have followed my writing have seen, I have been gravitating toward short form poetry of some years. I am finding the simplicity of capturing a moment very gratifying and am excited to have come across another poetic form with in whose structure I can continue this process.
Dawning Images (38)
All these little aches
accompany us daily;
our lifetime boon companions.
To A Tele-Marketer
Listen, tele-marketers,
Spare us all your ardent passion.
We both know what’s going on.
You needn’t speak in such a fashion.
You can not help in any way.
Your pitch is gaining zero traction.
Go on! harangue us all you like,
We won’t be taking any action.
You see, we know, that truth be told,
Despite your artless misdirection,
You are not our bosom pal;
That’s all crap. No real affection.
Your solitary interest is a monetary interest!
Don’t preach to us about compassion.
Attention Louisiana
When rivers wander
all wise men wander with them;
fools fight the current.
Just Rewards
Life Hack Haiku #1
Basic courtesy;
In mobile facilities,
always sit to pee.
Verse and Response
The authors and artists involved in this cooperative effort post regularly on Instagram as @heartoftheday and @agarrabrant
A Quiet Witness
Being personal,
faith must be nourished within
before being shared.
Song of the Night Bird
Faith is a small bird
singing bravely in the dark
heralding the Dawn.
Un-Fortunate Aphorisms
* A recent meal ended with fortune cookies. Annoyed by their banality, I modified them, adding a counterpoint to make them, simultaneously more interesting and more accurate. Enjoy… or not!
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A good evening
Spent here in good company:
So much worse than expected
~
A friend will soon bring
Monumental surprises :
None of them welcome
~
Random chance meetings
Opens new doors to success:
But for someone else
~
Don’t put all your eggs
In a solitary box:
Someone will steal it
~
Charity begins
And ends at home, my children:
Life don’t give a damn
Falling Ever Downward
Ink black letters
fall hesitant at first,
marking naked page tops;
Droplets unconnected yet,
by purpose or intent.
In time, their presence there,
calls others to befriend them
adding to the depth, the weight,
pressing down upon the page
until it can’t contain them.
Now the words collect
into tiny rivulets,
scrawling narrow, crawling paths
seemingly at random,
As they come together
deepening their paths
like magnets on the march,
they gather others to them
weaving into deeper streams,
memes, ideas, and images.
And their power, thus enhanced,
they carve deeper furrows,
altering the landscape.
Flooding dusty fallow fields,
nourishing their blooming.
Onward, broader, faster now,
filled with surging portents,
deep with hidden meaning,
challenging all in their path
overtopping every bank
undermining old foundations
sweeping clean all obstacles
built by aged machinations
leaving clear and fertile fields
for future generations.
At last this surge comes to merge
with the vast and loving breast
of that bottomless expanse;
the never resting endless sea
we name our deep subconscious.
An Inconstant Measure
Quartz cannot command
time’s irregular advance;
it passing us by
in subjective intervals
dependent on attention.
Senryū 10 Oct 2022
Who new there could be
such fun to be had with ads;
Twisting their message.
Aroil in Pain 