Tag Archives: poem

Haiku to you Thursday: “Clouds”

Heat builds through the night,

in weather and in desire:

clouds of rain and sweat.

Leave a comment

Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author

Haiku to you Thursday: “Specters”

Parking lot specters,

swabs of color under lights,

form toward their day’s work.

Leave a comment

Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author

Haiku to you Thursday: “Autumn’s fingers”

Back into darkness

again falls early morning.

Autumn’s fingers grip.

Leave a comment

Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author

Clog in the cog of life

I’m just a clog in the cog of life,

When things back up, I get nothing but strife.

Whether at work or at home with the wife,

I’m only a clog in the cog of life.

Remodelers came and ripped out my throne

In the last room where I could be alone.

Now all I have is a slop jar and a phone,

And for a cushion a piece of foam.

I’m just a clog in the cog of life.

I get nothing but toil and strife.

Some days it feels sharp, like the stab of a knife.

I’m only a clog in the cog of life.

Even at work I get no peace:

A place for my tensions to find release.

I look at my paycheck and want to yell: “Police!”

To demand they look for my missing piece.

I’m just a clog in the cog of life.

Nobody cares about my struggles and strife.

Not even heaven where they have their slice

Of the piece of the pie in the afterlife.

Oh, God in heaven, how can this be?

Why, oh, why have you forsaken me?

I’ve always tried to serve unto thee,

But you cut me off like a branch from a tree.

I stand on the ledge of total despair.

No throne. No money. In tattered underwear.

People down below, they don’t even care.

They just don’t want me to land there, there, or there.

I’m just a clog in the cog of life.

I’ve said my prayers, left a note for my wife.

When I land it will end all my strife,

Unless I don’t make it into the afterlife.

I’ve endured war, death, and disease;

A boss, a wife, and a bum knee.

Can’t I have just one thing for me?

Is my life “to be or not to be”?

I’m just a clog in the cog of life,

Suffering the outrageous fortunes of strife.

The slings and arrows carve me like a knife

Into a piece of gristle for the cog of life.

Leave a comment

Filed under 2016, poetry by author

Photo finish Friday: “Heat wave”

Some things you shouldn't let slide.

Some things you shouldn’t let slide.

Oh, poor mannequin
let things slip again.
You say because you’re thin
that they just slide.

You stand there headless
and couldn’t regret less
if you create a mess
because of your body pride.

But dear mannequin
though the times are thin
we can’t let you begin
to leave nothing to hide.

So, pull up your bottoms
or starting this autumn
you’ll only flaunt them
in the dumpster outside.

Leave a comment

Filed under 2016, Photo by Beth Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author

Haiku to you Thursday: “Places”

Fear lives in those places /

where hope has died and love /

withers in the sun.

Leave a comment

Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author

Ring leader

Ring leader

Phone, phone has rung, /
but you were not among /
those who heard the sound /
as from the phone it bound /
searching for your ear /
but, alas, it is clear /
you were not here to hear /
oh, dear, oh, dear, oh dear.

Leave a comment

Filed under 2016, poetry by author