Abandoned. Lost. Rot
on cobwebbed doorsteps. Their joy,
crumbles to sadness.
Tag: Haiku Poems
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You’re full of questions,
I can’t answer. My daughter,
I will let you down.
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No season’s cold bites
my flesh as sweet as Autumn’s
does in September.
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Fresh baked Cuban pan.
Raw pork loin chopped on request.
Dinner in thirty.
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We’re at odds on all
things, but one. I concede. Your
fall sunsets are best.
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Thunder knocks against
the drywall. Rain taps against
the flue. Silence waits.
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Pink clouds stamped above
a city water tower
keeps me looking up.
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Sword wielding. Power
absorbing. Elastic pink
hero of the realm.
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Marseille. Bilbao. They
sing his name. Not for trophies.
For his character.
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Feature reels unspool.
Super 8 millimeters
tell the whole story.
Floodlights and Goalposts 