Tagged: new poetry

Haibun Poem, Cup of Tea, Cup of Coffee 1

Cup of Tea, Cup of Coffee

Haibun Poem   Eighteen years earlier across the pond, a cup of hot Earl Grey tea. Hot bitter-sweetness spreads out from the first sip. Daylight fills the living room through cream curtains. The hum...

White Tiger in the Grass 0

Complacent Ronin

Through a man’s eyes is a story with pages stained at corners pen or sword both rest in sheaths honed finer than any blade that might rest inside it a tiger’s teeth caresses grass...

Floor Boards 0

How to Die

Turn off the television Pull closed the curtains Let their fabric touch Make the lights low Go ahead, and run a bath Then select a sharp razor Now it would be prudent To forgo...

Girl in Love 1

Winter: Another Short Pantoum

I gave her my secret. With both hands Twining in and out of burnt branches, Reaching for the sky. In her eyes, I dripped away somewhere deeper than lost. Twining in and out of...

The First Day of Autumn in New York City 0

The First Day of Autumn

Shall we mourn the departed or dance on their graves How can the embers of this death burn so brightly against this crisp air These fresh hopes ignited by a season sprung by the...

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Ad Infinitum

Resist this – cold, concrete ground beneath your feet. The clickety clack, clickety clack resound through city streets. You – are the bought and sold, led to wander endlessly around, peering in shop windows for a...

Sad Girl 0

Garbage

You had me at your disposal… like garbage tossed aside. With a foul heart you stroked rebellious pride. Cleaning out your closet tossed aside I lay, toyed with my emotions… no longer your prey....

Confused Cat 0

Yellow Rubbish

Rubbish, old yellow rubbish. You see, it is there, It doesn’t move It stares at you While you walk, smile or think. Old yellow rubbish Covering the air Whispering dark thoughts It dyes every...

Waiting III 0

Waiting III

Will you ever know My was combed just so Framing my free face Like a gift with a bow? I see you over there With a self-assured air Watching you just talking Interrupt? I...

A Poet's Wile 0

A Poet’s Wile

A Virgin Vestibule am I If I wrote a poem I lied You don’t understand it’s Quite obscene and if I Told you what I mean I would shrink a spinning Slacker upon the...

Haibun Poetry, Spring Party, Autumn Post 2

Spring Party, Autumn Post

Haibun Poetry   His son’s face is covered in a greenish-yellow goo! Chris holds his daughter, showing an “aw shucks” grin. I stare at his Facebook photo. The last time he called, I knelt...

Snow Girl 0

Out of… (Ordinary’s Reckoning)

Deal… deal, deal, deal Come, be a perfect excuse to stay outside fear’s halo shhh! On your tiptoes, now plie, demi-point turn toward blackened fireplace blow kisses in cold air while suitable mates trudge...