Short Gaines Poems

folding poems
  with cherry blossoms —
his shirts are clean

—haiku 


February 02, 2019
Wild Orchid Haiku

(modern haiku)...

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I’m going to write
the unfathomable 
so that when you
try to figure out 
the unimaginable
you won’t have a clue
who I really am
because no one else
can fit in my shoes.



Berteena
Harmony of the soul
06 February, 2019...

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I lie awake
while he snores to the saints
                    at four a.m.
maybe I need to repent
      some kind of sin

            — tanka



            by Berteena
        Wild Orchid Haiku
       05 February, 2019
              five-lines...

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home land my claims my status 
false statements, interests of those of  secondary gaines,
to voice and ask inquires led to more flaggs of  red what is  to hide shcemes and lies  slander is to cover white colar crimes,  above the laws and rules, done best at.......

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Carrying the weight of loss...

After all these years,
I still have unanswered questions
ripping me apart.

Trying to repair
an unraveling life.

I don’t know how
to sew, not like you.
 
Needle in the eye,
tears in my pocket.

Stitches rubbing together
break me in two
and I don’t know
what to do.

Turning myself 
inside out over
losing you.

Time cannot heal torn seams....

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Spring tide
pounding against
a rocky relationship

between the
new moon and
earth’s pie in the sky.

On an island
of one’s own making
in the mind —

like a whirlpool
when imagination
slips away

on a one-way
ticket to disaster —
no peace to find.

Stonewalling
rest with stress
and anxiety.

No sleep
on a tidal bore
without soporifics

in a
midnight typhoon
pawning fantasy.


by Berteena
Harmony of the Soul
February 3, 2019...

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Listen to poem:

Free Bird's last flight 

I Need You
Midnight Rider
Tuesday's Gone
Simple kind of man
Caught Up In You
Gimme Three Steps
Hold On Loosely
Call Me the Breeze
One Way Out
These Eyes
Blue Sky
Free Bird

Dedicated to Ronnie Van Zant, Steve Gaines, and backup singer Cassie Gaines, and the flight crew who died October 20, 1977 on a chartered Convair CV-240 bound for Baton Rouge, Louisiana, five miles northeast of Gillsburg, Mississippi....

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I'm not the "Scum from Swartz Creek".
I'm not the "Geek from Gaines".
I'm not the "Brat from Byron",
but the stigma still remains.

I've worn so many labels
and I've lived up to them all.
Refuse to be on display.
I just can't take the fall.

If what you see is ugly,
or just not what you'd be,
try to see how important it is
that you be you and I be me.

I'm not the Scum from Swartz Creek.
I'm not the Geek from Gaines.
I'm not the Brat from Byron,
but the stigma still remains....

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