Smaller Poems

My Wish Lists Get Smaller As I Age

            As I get older
          My wish lists get
        Smaller and smaller
         What I really want
  Can't be bought

I thought it would be a smaller plane

I live in the flight path of fifty to one hundred planes a day
Very rarely do my dogs look up now
They think it is normal for the sky to sound like a 747
Today was an exception
We all looked up
A plane sounded like she needed a muffler
I thought it would be a small plane
It was a

Smaller Slices of Larger Pies

Once there were millions.
Now there are billions.
Once there were kings.
Now there are councils.
Once there was ignorance. 
Now knowledge abounds.
Once there was poverty.
Now comfort for most.
Once there was war.
Now there is peace.
Once there were traditions.
Now there are systems.

Our relative power is slipping away.
Even as we all grow greater each day.


8 October 2023

Smaller Horizons

Do they dream of vast oceans,
of soaring sea-raised mountains
of wave upon wave of rolling
aqueous seascapes?

The little brown ducks
show no such inclination.
They dabble and diddle about
gently pecking at moments
meandering from here to there
on the silky green grass banks
of a shallow pond.

The in-land gulls
that descend flat-footed
on the lush lawns
squawk loudly of the salty life
far from the safety
of

The Smaller Child

When I was but a baby boy
No sweeter life could I enjoy
Beyond my room, my welcome bed
My refuge in the years ahead

Where nothing but the night is black
And black is never dark for lack
Of something bright or greater light
But merely brings a lesser sight

And should a sullen something scratch
Or enter unbeknownst to hatch
A nightmare by

A Much Smaller Place

Our planet's a much smaller place today;
the internet connects us one to one.
And we understand what each has to say;
everyone can converse with anyone,
foreign translations are instantly done.

We're now able to link with each other;
learn how we differ and what goals we share.
Calling strangers my sister or brother;
we expound on love and voice our despair,
sharing

Gators Have Smaller Heads

I have a flatter head said the gator, haughtily.
So what? The crock answered. “Let me see.”
But crock went home and pouted about it too.
His mother told him not to be so blue.

Gators have much smaller heads, she said.
Their brains are tiny, not easily fed.
But don’t tell him that. For you will hurt your friend.
So crock’s

Smaller Is Better

My life at seventy-two, amazing, yet there are times when its blue. In context, a haibun is of the now, not the future, or past. Oh, references can be made, in context, to ether, with qualifiers. So, today, for me has been a quest, Japanese poem rules investigated, cross-referenced, and found abused. No expert am

Smaller

I see the world through a screen
The lines cut everything into little squares
If I get far enough away I can hardly tell
But when I am up closer it all gets clear
Nothing is connected everything is alone

The lines are there because I drew them
The separation protects my fragile self
The little squares make everything smaller 
The tiny

Smaller

False promises that
 you made to me
Letting me see 
What you wanted 
Me to see
Giving me hope
When none was there
Making me care
And leaving me scared 
 Fasting my heart
To fill me with doubt 
Making me feel 
Just like a small mouse

A Smaller Flame

A Smaller Flame...

Death, where is your respite?
Fear, how bitter your taste?
Time, how fickle your finger,
upon the pulse of haste.
Anger, how deep your reach?
as I turn my face away...
Hatred, your cold embrace,
has left me with nothing to say.
The voices of the heart are faint,
and whispers fade to nothing.
Tears that never fall,
For a moment soon forgotten.

Smaller Joys and Pleasures Are Not Sought

How like a prison is my once loved home

Since now I linger here in fevered chills.

No more may I be free to walk and roam

Nor climb the mountains and the hills.

The television irks me  and annoys

I cannot bear the sound of human voice.

My  lost intelligence is not deployed

I err in thinking I 

The Products Get Smaller and Smaller

The Products Get Smaller and Smaller

By Elton Camp

Every time that we go to the store
Containers hold less than before

This is only a hidden price increase
A practice that truly needs to cease

For it will hurt all in coming days
When there’s no cost of living raise

Sometimes the shape will change
Slyly cutting contents to arrange

A bubble at the

Suddenly, I Find Myself Smaller

There is brown here
A dooming neutrality
darkening to black
as I picture you
further than the
sleeve equipped for
my emotive exchanges

In my misspelled well wishings
I hope you thought kindly

I am not as bitter
as my mocking your pockets may seem
I prefer you this way

Except, you must understand
that the best way to please me
is to not

And out of the other twenties

Taller That Humanity But Smaller Than the Gods

For whosoever feels lonely here is my hand
I guided up the sun, so you could see better

For whosoever fears doubt
I talked about myself failing you

Though you never saw it 
You just noticed me

Standing like a statue 
Right behind you all along

Hoping that you won't look back
For even I might start to reconsider

How tough I posed

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