Weeds and grasses vie
For the best sunlight
And the losers die
Or one of them tries
To twist and bend
In compromise
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Sunset At Starbucks
Late sparse afternoon
He sits alone and stirs
Cinnamon into the latte,
His favorite, not hers,
She, long since departed,
From the counter, where
The whole thing started,
And it felt so special
As the feelings drew
Them on to places in
The heart they never knew,
He sips his coffee, sighing,
Over something precious
Lost, for lack of trying...
He sits alone and stirs
Cinnamon into the latte,
His favorite, not hers,
She, long since departed,
From the counter, where
The whole thing started,
And it felt so special
As the feelings drew
Them on to places in
The heart they never knew,
He sips his coffee, sighing,
Over something precious
Lost, for lack of trying...
Spat
She declares one way,
He posits in return,
Each has their say,
Launched words leaving
Mouths, but the ears
Aren't receiving...
He posits in return,
Each has their say,
Launched words leaving
Mouths, but the ears
Aren't receiving...
Monday, May 30, 2016
Interior Decoration
What can't be changed
Due to being sedentary
Will be rearranged
And when it's through
Due to being different
It will feel like new
Due to being sedentary
Will be rearranged
And when it's through
Due to being different
It will feel like new
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Collection Agent
Colored black, otherwise
As white as empty snow,
Sometimes seeming to
Use a scythe to mow
Down hundreds at once,
Or gather, one by one,
Those chosen souls,
When their time is done.
Collateral Damage
Nowhere, or way, to run,
We're trapped in a war,
Terrorists have occupied
The building next door,
Then comes the explosion,
And the blood on our floor...
We're trapped in a war,
Terrorists have occupied
The building next door,
Then comes the explosion,
And the blood on our floor...
A Remnant
Long gone, the hardy ones
Who took what little
The island would give
Piling stone upon stone
Into someplace to live
Piling seaweed and shit
To make a field's soil
'Til the potato famine
Put an end to their toil...
Who took what little
The island would give
Piling stone upon stone
Into someplace to live
Piling seaweed and shit
To make a field's soil
'Til the potato famine
Put an end to their toil...
Back To Reality
Lost in a contemplation
Of the meaning of life
Until awoken and freed
By orders from my wife...
Those Special Moments
There are times when you notice
Something weird is in the air
And energy is coming
From everywhere...
Something weird is in the air
And energy is coming
From everywhere...
Saturday, May 14, 2016
I Want Your Vote
The presidential election
Exposed as a flawed
Process of selection...
Lots of angry voices
Media and money
Result in candidate choices
So bad that it's funny
In a sad kind of way
And there's still six
Months until Election Day...
Exposed as a flawed
Process of selection...
Lots of angry voices
Media and money
Result in candidate choices
So bad that it's funny
In a sad kind of way
And there's still six
Months until Election Day...
Verny Park, Mid-May 2016
Fragrant roses, in fullest bloom,
In a park, under the trees,
An old man, with a camera,
Worships them, on his knees,
Intent on capturing
The beauty he sees...
In a park, under the trees,
An old man, with a camera,
Worships them, on his knees,
Intent on capturing
The beauty he sees...
錆びてる商店街
Pull up the shop shutter, another business day,
Mr. Tanaka stops to rub his back, and gaze
Around at the same surroundings and sights,
Unchanged, verging on rust, in the early haze
Of an unprepossessing morning, soon to
Deliver bumps and lumps in various ways,
Another business day on the dying shopping
Street, greeted by the cries the ravens raise...
Mr. Tanaka stops to rub his back, and gaze
Around at the same surroundings and sights,
Unchanged, verging on rust, in the early haze
Of an unprepossessing morning, soon to
Deliver bumps and lumps in various ways,
Another business day on the dying shopping
Street, greeted by the cries the ravens raise...
Karma
What goes round, comes around,
In a karma payback curve,
To punish bullies and those
Others who deserve...
In a karma payback curve,
To punish bullies and those
Others who deserve...
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Caught In The Light
Ants live in their colony,
Bees dwell in their hive,
But cockroaches have
To scurry, to stay alive...
Bees dwell in their hive,
But cockroaches have
To scurry, to stay alive...
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