Inconvenient truths
My Haikus plain suck
I lack the correct technique
What’s on the TV?
Category: Haiku
Blinded by the (inner) light
Glaring
Luminosity
Projected from deep within
No mistaking it.
She’s simply blinding
I cannot see beyond her
My eyes are dazzled.
She is the answer
To the question in the dark
Where do I belong?
Without her heart-light
My world is built of Shadows
Her flame is my guide.
©2016
The sinking feeling
My take, in haiku, on the current shit show.
Trying to discern
Which evil is the lesser
Misses the whole point
To forgive murder
But rail against uncouthness
Shows a disconnect
Your love of warfare
Has addled your tiny brains
World looks on and sighs
The Clintons and Trumps
Have been close friends for decades
Do the fucking math
A devotion to
Dogma has tainted your view
Blind to all reason
When you just assume
Your side is always correct
You’ve lost perspective
©2016
I just discovered WordPress had published the wrong draft again (that’s three times) I think it’s all correct now.
Can’t always get
Throw a thousand coins
Into the wishing well but
You’ll never own it.
©2016
Untitled
Life’s a piano
A thing of such great beauty
falling on your head.
The comic greats all understood this.
Words and image are my own.
Keep your ‘lectric eye on me babe
At his fingers’ touch
Love letters take shape and wing
Speeding through chill air
In just an instant
She will read between the lines
Of her love’s desire
Her arms are empty
He makes sure all the same that
Her heart overflows
In the cloying heat
She reads the words, heart quickens
Yearns to be consumed
They are both alone
With their souls all afire
Joined by a white heat
Few could understand
This passion fanned by distance
Soul love knows no place.
Words and image are my own.
©2016
The 333 degrees
To celebrate this blog’s 333rd follow, I make this humble offering of three three-line poems. My heartfelt thanks go out to all of you who have taken the time and shown your support for our little tale of love and weirdness.
It is no secret
I have poured out my heart here
In words and pictures.
I’ve made some good friends
Been left breathless more than once
By words never dreamed.
Glad I took a chance
Shared my love for Jersey girl
With the blogosphere.
Coo Kachu
Lover
I lost myself there
For just a moment or two
You brought me back home.
She
I went to the moon
To bathe in silvery light
It did not compare.
Straight lines
The world grew smaller
As the plane took off from here
And brought me to you.
Curveball
Time passes slowly
With the curve of a planet
Always in between.
Melt
The gentle caress
Of your trailing fingertips
Across my shoulders.
Succinct
It’s sometimes quite hard
To fit what I need to say
Into just three lines.
Brevity helps
Verbosity is
The mortal enemy of
The art of haiku.
Words and image are my own.
©2016
Runaway American Dream 