We are here now
Does not matter
How we got here
We dug the hole
Where we find us
We must find a way
To crawl up the wall
Sunlight waits yonder
Blame destiny if we
Want to lament fate
If we feel powerless
Then make peace
With the frog
In the hole we dug
And find your music
As it croaks
Dance to the cacophony
Or else if needed
Stand on each other’s shoulder
And crawl up
Pull up the others
There is great strength in number
Don’t let it go to waste
We are here now
We will have to
Find our way out and
Light the candle
Let truth shine
This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .
The sage meditates
Up in the Himalayas
Well covered in vines
A good sage advice
As heard through the grapevines
Lost in translation
So now sage and wise
We trim parasitic vines
Resplendent sage bush
Carrying curse of comparison
At the peril of our own happiness
Paved by unfulfilment
On a bed of broken dreams
And I am thinking
What’s to fry
Enough of that
Also my supply of eggs
It’s time for something
New to try
A trip to Micky D
In this freezing cold
Not going to fly
Need some conclusion soon
Before my rumbling tummy
Starts to cry
Think for now
Will stick to tested
Of toast and eggs
And give all thoughts
Of what to fry
A bye bye
Before my brain
Is completely fried
PS. I will not slam the table as I walk out of the bed room, I promise😂
Final product: egg white omelet with onion, kale, mushroom,tomato and avocado
” ” a poetic description of the current POTUS” by a writer with a penchant for story telling of American history through his gifted poems.
Who is this guy they call forty-five?
He can’t be trusted just always lies!
He suspected of treason he can’t deny
Brainless idiot he runs and hide.
He attacks Americans and the media
Ignorant in mind about an encyclopedia
Racism and Sexism he thinks he’s great
Divides Americans and the human race.
His Grandpa was a pimp and tax evader
Claims at our border is all invaders.
His father was a member of the KKK
He screwed his brother as he went his way.
Surrounded by his rich friends
His greed and ignorance does not end
Everyday there is something new
The United States he is out to screw.
The world leaders think he is just a clown
It’s money he wants but he’s going to drown.
The American people are smartening up
Will take years for his mess to cleanup
Look at him people there is no mystery
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Excellent tribute to Robert Okaji’s Ghazal to the night with another ghazal from the talented writer.
It’s a new year, but I haven’t changed. I cannot resist responding to awesome poetry. I do hope Mr. Okaji will forgive me taking his name in this vein…
Anchors aweigh, we settle lower in the water
every year we are blessed to yet bob in the night.
Pockets emptied, we cast vestments to slaughter
turn off laundry room light, let them bob in the night.
Emails disappearing, this century’s unvouched for alibi
electronic dog runs away, to chew, bark, bob in the night.
Neither owl nor island, fresh thoughts loom in memory’s murk
half-drowned in self-reflection, they bob in the night.
Your bones, oh smoky altar, are consumed like breath
like breath, their essence left to float, and bob in the night.
This river, carried by the sun, carries a boat carved with runes
these are Anna’s words, waterline eyes that bob in the night.
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