haiku

male lark’s strong ascent
falcon’s descent the fastest
creaky, i go slow

for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix

doggerel

our duty, to save
those in danger.
to be brave,
helping a stranger.

the surging wave
traps a man
in a cave.
we do what we can.

they say we gave
all we could give
and went to the grave
so that he could live.

for Saturday Mix – Rhyme Time

haiku

the human weight on
this worn planet warns us all
not to wait or else

for Saturday Mix

haiku

absent men produce
new species but present men
destroy those species

for Saturday MIx

poem

received a wire.
the news was dire.
there was a fire,
flames leaping higher,
with help stuck in mire
that clutched every tire,
making us shout why’re
the roads not drier
like they were prior.
nobody to hire
for help to acquire
except one liar,
a bogus friar,
in the past a flyer.

every chicken we own,
now a fryer.

for Saturday Mix – Rhyme Time

poem

wide the gate i pryed
in the fence of the mete
that kept the lions in their pride
from our cattle to meet
thence to convert life into meat.

for Saturday Mix

haiku

far thunder mutters
uneasy flutters in the trees
i flip my butt, hack

for Saturday Mix Sound Bite

poem

The tree was pulled down and the birds lamented over its dead body.
But hang on; birds don’t lament.
Maybe a dove sounds like it’s lamenting but it just wants to mate.
Birds hanging around a fallen tree are looking for something to eat.
The thing is like a cafeteria, what with its bugs and fruit and so forth.
You and I might lament a little because that’s what we do.
More likely, though, we’re the ones that pulled it down.
Believe me, if birds lamented fallen trees, they’d be a sad bunch.
If only from all those Christmas tree lots.

for Saturday Mix

haiku

more garbage more crows
please don’t shoot the messenger
it’s our fault not theirs

for Mad About Metaphor

the leaders

two men

their tension

freeze melt freeze melt

a billion lives

East and West

hang upon

their whims

 

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie