momentarily
wait hesitate and dream-
imagination cries
unshackled
conception awakens-
formulates
hiku=haiku-in-english
Doubled= 2 separate stand-alone untitled hiku - capable of unifying into a six-liner
Wanna know what unhinged looks like, America? You’re looking at it. The Biden era is over thank God, and with Trump back in the White House normalcy and sanity and common sense returns. Congratulations to American Eagle jeans for leading the way. Woketards can drown their sorrows with a can of Bud Light.
Terrorism Explained
Nazis
KKK
Epsteinists
Zionists
common denominator
white men
who professed superiority
Nelson Mandela de bunked them all
a little man in front of Fox news
laughs at the truth
spews illusions
who could possibly be
attracted
to such monsters of hate
Archie Bunkers still exist!
What about love
Is dating for fun
Being attracted to each other
Is a very interesting thing
However, if the passion fades
And the love disappears it will be boring
Just like you and your ex, you have broken up
So there is no need to keep mentioning each other
Or thinking about each other
It is meaningless and meaningless encounter
When love comes, you are together
And when the feeling is gone, you separate
Everything goes according to your own feelings
And you don't care about the feelings of the other party
If one party doesn't feel anything
The love of the other party will also be cut in half
It is forced to end like this
And there is not even a chance to appeal
It is really selfish
Love is something that cannot be explained
Sometimes the more you understand, the more you love
Sometimes the more you understand, the less you love
So it is better to enjoy life.
Crowds of irritated people joined the mob
Anger and violence, a volunteer non-job
Breaking windows and kicking in storm doors
Frustration lurking at their cores
Some were unsure why they were even there
One of them picked up an office chair
Loud cheer went up as he flung it into the air
Now a thug and felon, to be quite fair.
My mingle-mangle mismash mixed bag of stuff
Is a pastiche, potpourri, patchwork of remnants rough
The accumulation of this junk was not so very tough
Feather dusters, ink wells, rulers, silver links of cuff
Pincushions, a beaver tail, old Spice, smelly snuff
Nails, shoe polish, tape, puffer that does not still puff
Potholders, elf statue, rags to give car a buff
Petrified cinnamon roll, please don’t give me guff.
There are many things we understand…
things we are confident we know…
that through science and creativity
we have ascertained…
But today we send a little blessing out
to all the things in life that cannot be explained.
I am mesmerized by TV
on Wednesday and Thursday I laid in a recliner all day
my butt making an impression that will be there forever
I almost have bedsores
today I finally shook myself out of this heavenly chair
at two p.m.
I have traveled six steps from recliner to porch chair
where I sit in the sun
basking like a fat fluffy happy cat
wondering how I have missed all of these hours of perfect weather
glad I escaped the dark tomb of the living room
the TV calls my name and I try to ignore it
Then my fluffy blanket gives me a yell
this gets me back inside; I love my naps
retirement is a gift!
You fill my heart with love throughout the day
Our life's journey is a bundle of joy and happiness in every possible way
You mean more than anything you can foresee
Loving me for who I am allows me to run free
When I am not feeling myself you lift me off the ground
I can feel your warmth and tenderness surely a pleasure to be found
Your uncanny ability to bring me inner peace continues to excel
The humor you present excites me with the stories you tell
The beauty you exhibit starts within and radiates through
Having you to share my world as you create so many fun things to do
If you are so fortunate to have found the woman of your dreams
Let them know daily how much they mean to you and your life will be so serene
rain dis-explained mood
umbrella’s up & at ‘em
and ready to pack
Past night’s wind whipped me
into a wild frenzy
sleeveless sun-soak
light shorts, aloe, and sunscreen
sunglasses and party things
feet lightly bound in sneakers
to hit French Quarter pavement
green skies, non-blue mood
not oppressive; hands shaking
branches friendly grip
no shades of sunny yellow
smiley faces all around
musical, melodic, lilting, lovely poetic stage
inspired, sentimental, readily expressive
sparkly, brilliant, shiny, glittering diamond
quintessential classy, chic, savory, steppingstone
leading to lively, perky, brilliant dazzling, gorgeous poetry
WINTER
in
anger-
whips up the waves,
pounds the shingle
shore
SPRING
in
action-
brings to life
and feathers its
nest
SUMMER
so
lazy-
rests the soul
and flowers the
land
AUTUMN
so
mellow-
scents and sounds
in the harvest
home.
My Body Explained in Metaphor
My Life is an ever-changing hill.
I stagger up foot over foot
And hand over hand
If I’m lucky occasionally I trot down
My eyes are two cameras
They focus on what I need.
Sporadically, they find things to scare
My eyes don’t filter, don’t care.
My legs are two stilts
Most of the time I balance well
Navigate the road, and pitfalls
I’ve very rarely fell.
My ears are radars
They scan all around
Searching for interesting rumours
Alerting to dangerous sounds
My hands are tendrils of contact.
They hold loved ones near
And push away all my enemies.
Always arm’s length from fear.
My heart is a fuel pump.
Feeding my engine of life
It bleeds quite easily.
I share it only with my wife.
My body is a metaphor
Perhaps yours different to mine?
My brain is the enemy
Never speaks when all is fine.
David Cox 02/01/24
End Line Rhyme as a footle
SENIOR MOMENTS. FOOTLE
Here I am at a very great old age with same chat)
for these days I can only recall old tales, off pat)
Toothless now and decayed so no, long kiss)
for that's certainly something best, to miss)
Reading with a magnifying glass in , large print)
with very strong glasses for close-up, or squint)
In my chair most afternoons having, no sap)
having to pace myself or without doubt , need nap)
Go with the flow-
spontaneity to know
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