sometimes I do not write about
the depth of my grandmother’s gaze,
the texture of wet sand beneath my feet,
or the way people weave through summer rain —
sometimes all I need to write about
is your murderous fart
and my fight for survival.
Humor
Chaos, Slightly Used (Haiku)
on the contrary,
some things just fall into place —
buttered side up, too.
We Are Human, After All…
translucent beauty lies
in the wildness of the wind
& sweet relief spreads sanity ~
the aftermath
of a long-stifled,
long-cradled
fart.
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(Yep, a brain fart… needed to be set free. Heh.)
Dear Heartfelt Letters,
it’s been a couple of months now since I started blogging and you’ve been my faithful companions for a good, long while.
I’ve begun to realize that this blog is turning into a full-out Poetry Blog (duh, stating the obvious) – and since you look a little lost (and might feel threatened by all these weird, sometimes big word constructions over here), I decided to give you a new home.
From now on, you will make your appearances in a poetry-free realm… and you can finally stop wrinkling your noses.
I am sure you will like it there – I think I created a nice environment for you to live in.
I am thankful for your company and hope you won’t smack me for moving you. After all, it’s a lot better than the obligatory shoe box, don’t you think?
Sincerely,
The Landlady
P.S: Keys are under the doormat.
A Strange Way To Fly
a bird without feathers
will fly higher
than you might think ~
it just
has to be tossed
the right way.
To Take Flight
winter came.
too soon;
the bird sang ~
and stood,
frozen,
on the dying lake.
after a lifetime
of guidelines,
it still
hadn’t learned
to follow the rules.
it showed the snow
its cold shoulder,
shook off the stupor;
cast the wind
an icy stare
and took off
to warm its wings
elsewhere.
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photo credits: flickr.com
Autumn Lease (Haiku)
brown, lifeless leaves chased
from summer residences –
rent arrears, maybe?
Composing Poetry
through the wit and through the words
minds may rage and souls may hurt
throats may laugh and hearts may cry
it’s a bitch but still… we try.
Needless Things
the modern female
disguises herself ~
costume and colors
by day;
removes
her showpiece-face
at night.
thankfully,
“inner values matter” ~
although
the one or other
modern male
might be in for a surprise
after discovering
modern female’s
habits…
and
her true looks.
Tummy Turmoil
spaghetti madness
leads to
bursting belly
(or so very close)
i could not
let you sit
in the pot ~
i want you
to fulfill
your destiny
after all.
now
who says
i don’t care about others?
yum and ouch.
(No) Abstinence from the F-Word
to celebrate
the celibate
ensure no doubt,
leave it out!
or sneak it in –
a joyous sin.
(for sometimes, it is needed.)
Straight Forward
the memory
of wasted time
and filthy lies
makes it tempting
to consider
becoming a lesbian.
maybe you cured me
with your
displayed masculinity.
Another Wandering Soul 