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Haiku 25
By: Tom Wright
3/1/03
I exhume notions,
Imprisoned in my psyche,
Thought long ago perished.
charcoal grey clouds
greet me this morning
adding to my somber mood,
letting weather be my gauge
controlling my psyche
who is submissive
I love my tea
It comforts me
I drink and it
Becomes part of my psyche
I savour the taste
So fruity and nice
I am a tea drinker
And it feels so right
Sure love eating, can't wait for dinnertime
In my psyche, eating food is deeply enshrined
Trying to eat less
Difficult at best
Just fading away in my fairy-like mind
Pat and Vanna for thirty-six years nightly
It's Wheel Of Fortune, it disturbs my psyche
Time for a change
They've become a pain
Spin the wheel one more time, send them to Hawaii
Corn goes on forever in the state of Nebraska
Corn goes on forever in my mind, a bonanza
Fields of my psyche
Are rolling by crikey
In silliness as I shout out these happy stanzas
Corn goes on forever in the state of Nebraska
Corn goes on forever in my mind, a bonanza
Fields of my psyche
Are rolling by crikey
In silliness as I shout out these happy stanzas
Creating an exit,
my psyche expands
all locks have been opened,
no shrill reprimand
The light has rekindled,
my way again clear
a willful expression
—new freedom endeared
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
A Cimmerian hue overlaps
The thoughts encroaching my psyche
They seem to harvest labyrinthine symmetries
Of which I covet
It matters not the appositeness
The unidentified may bear
For by passages of valor I transcend
Fusing thought with emotion,
words come to life
Images eternal,
feelings ignite
Lines play in concert,
all stanzas to meet
My psyche impassioned
—my spirit complete
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Biddity, bobbity, boo... this tune's hanging round in my psyche
A hit when I was a wee tike running around in my nightie
How old was I?
Allow me to clarify
The Second World War hadn't begun and Mickey Mouse was almighty
Watch lots of TV but stay away from those news stations
Nature and historical programs are my current obsession
Much better for my psyche
Happy as poop by crikey!
At times watch cartoons, maybe twelve times out of eleven
Guess what we had today... yup, white lumpy rain
Don't dare use the s-word, too early in the game
My psyche can't handle it
Probably cause me a fit
Canadian winters can sure give me a dirty big pain
© Jack Ellison 2015
Combining thought with emotion,
the words came to life
The images eternal,
as feelings ignite
The lines now in concert
all stanzas to meet
My psyche impassioned,
—my spirit complete
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
In my fantasy vision
My true being blasting high
Bizarre shadows around
Cloud dreams, run past
As my face, all around cast
Faintly, outline articulations
Inside my psyche, profound
Looking now, spellbound
In mirror outline statuesque
Our Mysterial World
Our Mysterial World
I dissociate to observe myself
from outside my body
I feel separated
I’m dreaming
Flashbacks torrent
I’m in one place
yet my psyche is in another
Simultaneous presence
At ease with bilocation.
A memory I'll NEVER forget, by crikey
Jackie stealing home, my hero almighty
Eleven at the time
Baseball's ultimate crime
Forever and always etched in my psyche
(With the old Montreal Royals of the International League in 1946)
It is not a choice you see,
for this is how God made me.
My emotions in a tug of war.
To my psyche, she was a savior.
Out of the closet I did run.
The battle for my sanity was hard won.
A lifelong journey I made for her.
My love, she did concur.
A sizable portion of my life
I've passed, slobbering over
The antagonistic ashes
Of an untruth.
Years down the road,
By accident, I exposed;
Though this untruth,
Was deeply entombed in my psyche,
Via a mental backhoe,
Satan periodically excavates it
Sans a spade.
The peeping birds
agape up my psyche
towards the dateless
flattery cascade that fluxes
from the celestial
mountains into the
serene emerald ocean
and gives a concise meaning
to the life of a woodland man
who is lost in the fire
of the furious selfish world .
Below the Surface, something Boils
Something Seethes and something Churns
Something Wakes; it Stirs - Uncoils!
Something Aches and something Burns
Something festers, something stings
For relief my Psyche screams!
Waves of Calm and soothing Song,
Alas! Are things of Dreams...
Walk into my third dimension
The verbal stream of consciousness
My inner sanctum
Fixate on the journey ahead
Luring your normal thinking habits into asphyxiation
Seep into my abyss of endless knowledge
While your mind and soul wade through my psyche
Oh its an entity you'll yearn for
not a night goes by
without her smile
her laughter, her dancing eyes
drifting languidly
through the sea of my mind
riding the waves of my psyche
en route to the isle of my heart
a paradise lost
a fire rekindled from her spark
blue crush
hot lust
volcanic ecstasy
creating new spaces
to love
Stop Look Listen!
This Emergency is Dire
I've Perched myself on a Telephone Wire
Crowds have gathered below
I'm starting to Perspire
I do not want Money or to Be known as Sire
All I Ask to soothe my Psyche
Is a simple pair of sneakers with a swoosh
And the letters spelled N-I-K-E
Form:
I am receding
into my psyche
deeper down
than you can probe
I am missing
I am not present
you wave your hands
and I stare back blindly
I am bleeding
but you cant see me
I am lost and found
I'm a piece of fools gold
I am missing
I am not present
I understand
but I don't take kindly