I go to bed at three,
I usually wait beneath the plum tree,
That tree is useless like my name,
You and I are in a blissful game!
You are too sweet for me,
Never lived inside me as if you were a great flea,
You are too weak for me,
Never spent a day without thinking of me!
But do you care who I am?
Do you know what it means to be my charm?
Are you my affluent appetite?
I am never your desired guide.
I am the master of manners to you,
I was not willing to sacrifice my mind for you,
You are always ready to make a voyage with me,
I never think of you that we can be a cherished memory.
My coffee never turns cold when you are sitting beside me,
Sleep tight until the sun rises in your daydream,
You do not need to discern what's inside my head,
I am on another trip just before you wake up and call me the beheaded.
The eighth of May, is mother’s day,
My son keeps chickens, eggs to lay,
Kids came for lunch, love them so,
Told us about their chicken Flo,
Laying not easy, Flo clucked loud,
Hungry after her feat, was proud,
Greedy for seed put neck through pen,
Just too far, now a beheaded hen.
Competition Entry: A LAY FOR A DAY IN MAY
SPONSOR: ANDREA DIETRICH
DATED: 08/05/2022
Human Beheaded Halo- A Haiku
halo resplendence
a more, ideal human walks
under the angel
4/23/19
Little rabbit run away
Lead the enemy astray
Make them lost, make them sad
Deep, bad, regret, mad
Anguish and privacy
Hibernation finally
Shut your eyes, go to sleep
In your dreams, you will find me
Stone intestines, broken sticks
Move as fast as the clock ticks
what breathe firestone eyes
stepped out
from the shadows of sight
beheaded night
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