Night steals day,
under Moonlight she visits.
Day steals dreams.
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Haiku
Perpetual Learner
Listen, look, learn.
Books are, captured brains.
My mind grows.
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Warm cup of morning Haiku
Bathroom mirror,
my biggest critic says,
“champion lost”.
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So many say, “God”.
Yet so many wet lips,
show only, “Hate!”
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White cloud sleep,
pillow full, rolling balls,
rusty neck gone!
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Sunlight, free yellow,
Moonlight, free whispered blue,
Kindness, like light?
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Quill! Shed Now, Your Dust!
Book being born,
time and work yield,
story in stone.
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In ten years, will I care?
I whisper my soft reply,
after the angry shouts,
pull away from my red ears,
like falling ocean tide,
after a storm.
In ten years, will I care?
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Writing on pause. For what?
Unloved tasks, given the affection,
of my bursting mind?
Writing on pause. For what?
Pending approval for one whimsical
sentence, scratched on an invisible wall?
Writing on pause. For what?
Kids and Family? Yes. That, is a welcomed pause.
Writing on pause. For what?
Painted pixels, dancing and dying,
within a pre-written tale?
Yet, in a precious moment,
I escape,
My mind, soon spills upon a
blank page!
I pick up, shallow and broken
characters,
my fingers dance life,
into their hungry tale!
I smile,
because the torment of stuggle,
now is upon them.
Writing, un-paused.
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The Z & G of Things
(Zach)
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Sharpened axe, flies,
swift and silent,
in the forest, then
in a quick moment,
“Zzz ahh kuh!”
echoes through living trees.
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“Zzz aah kuh”, sounds rattle out,
a blown hum in a buzz,
tongue behind slightly open teeth,
“Zzzz”, swirling noise, born
in darkness of the throat.
An axe raised.
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“Aah”, the sound of breathing out,
lungs deflate below an open mouth,
Not a sigh, but yet… a pinch
in the dry throat,
a dying breath,
without words.
The axe finds its,
speeding arc, head falling
fast toward its prey.
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“Kuh!” the back of the tongue,
opening of throat pressed,
a gust of breath pops
loose, a “Kuh!”
The full name said,
the wood now split,
falls over green moss
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The swung axe,
weeps tree sap,
a fresh gray gash,
sits silent, upon a yellowed
tree stump, spelling the name,
Zach.
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(Green)
Green pine needles,
Sway, under a mountain breeze,
clouds weep life.
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“Rape!” Earth cries.
Now naked, brown dirt
green clothes stolen.
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Passport required,
to move near to, Earth’s lost,
greener grass.
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