Sunday, November 30, 2008

Snow Scene Haiku

Tree shadows splatter
across icy white snow sheets
searching for warm souls.



Tuesday, November 25, 2008

and all the stars


Shyed away from lazy sulfur streetlights;
away to dark with the other spiders,
where damp brick-corner waits,
grates to ease her back
and shadow seeks to comfort,

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For What We Strive

you are the words of this song
that slip off my tongue
and tell me what’s wrong
you showered your mind
on the world all around
you gave up on promises
and people who smiled and said
my heart’s not on fire
my heart’s not on fire anymore
and I haven’t cried in so long

Monday, November 24, 2008

Singing with Angels

Summer sails balloon
with anticipatory
journeys heavenward
riding white cloud seas.

Gliding inspired
lonely ride transcendental
endless blue rushing
to eternity.

Exhaling star songs
Wrapped in ink-stained galaxies.
Singing with angels
for an afternoon.

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Air India Haiku

Bollywood in-flight

Taka tak mini grit snack

London on the cheap

Saturday, November 22, 2008


Music notes bounce from wall to ground
as hearts resound
tango heart beats
pounding stone streets

in syncopated misery
with needs to be



We fear the dark,

the steps not ours,

the sound in the emptiness,

the sudden movement

in the nothingness of safety.


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Tuesday, November 18, 2008

the sound of motorbikes

Monday, November 17, 2008

Frosty The Snowman

Frosty the Snowman melted.
That’s him there on the floor.
I guess that I should get a mop
and sop him up before
he makes a bigger mess
than he already has.
See if there’s a bucket here.

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In the solitude

of your concentration

you hunker down

over the schoolwork

that you fight

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Saturday, November 15, 2008

Love in the Present Tense

I dozed; I woke from an uncomfortable slumber
to realize I can't remember the last time I felt loved.


I understand all too well
that love in the present tense
has nothing to do with romance.

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Thursday, November 13, 2008

deeper than a fairytale well

Wednesday, November 12, 2008


I am hanging up photos in my mind,
holding them high and paying respect
for all the tiny details that came together
to create these snapshots of a life.
They are pictures of the past and present
that now more than ever
explain who I am.
They do not define me anymore.
I define them.

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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

The Light Illusive

Illusive, it trickles through cracks in my gritted teeth,
warming, illuminating
parts of my being I meant to keep mine.
I reach to grab it, contain it, send it away
and it jiggles like jello.



Monday, November 10, 2008


He stood at the graves
in silence, abhorrence,
while the wind whistled
in his ears
like an insult,
to those he'd lost.
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Sunday, November 9, 2008

Shrine Haiku

Times like these we pray/

burn candles consecrate shrines/

Hail Mother Mary

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The Order

i) The Killer
sprinted, silently.
Dressed in night, he outsmarted his prey;
     he turned and vaulted -

     took the fence.

Resistance ignored him, gravity too -
no order he couldn't obey.
     He fumbled for the shiny dagger-blade,
felt no handle for retreat.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Blogsboro Poetry Club Member 41

Blogsboro Poetry Club just added its 41st member, Jack Caithness of Ground Words Jack is 15, lives in the UK and writes far beyond his years. He'll make a fine addition to our membership.

Friday, November 7, 2008

40 Year Haiku

Dawn light through thin fog/ misty morning optimist/ Martin's dreamscape, real!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

A Dream Crashes Into The Ground

I used to fly-- though not too high--
to places not too far
and all I'd meet would smile at me
and wave from in their cars.
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Vote for October's Cleave of the Month

For those still in the voting mood: Please vote for Cleave of the Month October 2008 from our shortlist of 4 great cleave poems. Thank you ptdiep

Saturday, November 1, 2008

The Sound

I wish I knew
what she loved me for
I’m broken and mean
and what she hasn’t seen
she was never looking for...

...I’ll lie by your side
but we don’t kiss at night
with the water to your left
and tomorrow to your right

And Farmer John Smiled

Gluttony splashed with dirty water,
everyday celebration
in corn fed jubilee,
pigs in a barnyard, sloppy smiles
mud-slicked playfulness
wrapped in harmony
with waste and wallow extraordinaire
flung from rusty pails
groping, gorging gleefully
stuffing, delirious, mesmerized
like fast-food zombies
in satiated ecstasy.