When what I wrote is hard to read,
the crowd goes, Whoa, not touching that.
Perhaps someone should intercede
to edit out the ghoulish splat.
It’s not clear why my mind goes there;
the childhood fever might be it.
My mother often voiced despair,
but I prefer macabre wit.
Beneath calm seas, menacing kelp
ensnares the otter fleeing Jaws.
My wife’s convinced I should seek help
to find the underlying cause.
Though I in earnest sometimes try,
the animals just seem to die.
Oh, Death
What do you do when you tire of being you?
Realize that as Shakespeare said:
“all the worlds a stage”
and you play but a bit part
a whimper, a shout,
a repetitious nightly death…
then dawn.
Oh dawn,
Oh blinking ray of heaven’s lie
deny me this feigned applause,
limp roses, tattered curtain call.
Oh, death
Oh dimming light of sunset
show kindness
as you edit out my role,
discard my costumed lie,
remove me from the stage.
My final line an echo
searching for an exit.
John G. Lawless
©7/18/2021
to all who took advantage
to edit out the damage
to restore what was carnage
on the battlefield of haiku
a really big THANK YOU
for the next haiku challenge
you'll need a summer kigo
and please remember
to read the rules like I do
much kudos to all, Mick
Such Dreams, Hold In Place My Grieving Heart
A gentle song in your voice, only I could hear
loving you my choice, losing my greatest fear
Grabbing that light coming from your soft eyes
was touching a rainbow in clear blue skies!
Your beauty, stream growing splashing flowers
my heart beating for our time, midnight hours
Your glowing soul, baby steps into my realm
your kisses given, my heart they overwhelm!
Memories tell me, you are still by my side
to hold these, your death my mind does hide
Some sweet nights, I feel your soft touch
those are the nights, I embrace so damn much!
Such dreams, hold in place my grieving heart.
Prayers begging, begging our love to restart!
R.J. Lindley
Feb, 25 1981
Note--Old sonnet, found folded in an old poetry book.
I must have placed it there and forgotten long ago.
I did edit out some personal references and shortened it to be a sonnet.
Author's privilege cited..
She was intelligent enough not to tell the gentleman of
The access card to her madness of heart
He played strong suits in case his suitcase didn't make
The pursuit in hand soon cut to the chase
But this is business at its finest
When we promised we wouldn't try this 'cause
It's an -ism that isn't auto
Like the condition in my blood flow
Don't you know oh
You didn't know
And now it's code red at the marina
And the emotions bled because I've seen her
Venus in arms baby an arsenal from afar
Venus in arms with her army of gods
I fight emotionless
Since in my soul there's less
We're in suit
But you get the credit while they edit out the sects
Oh it's enough
Baby the -ism's from above
So it's code red at the marina
And the emotions bled because I've seen her
Venus in arms baby the arsenal from afar
Venus in arms with her army of gods
And she's in my arms
Like a victim of love
Yes in my arms
My victim from above
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