What feeling gives you a belt of happiness?
As if you had obtained the key to Paradise
But it settles in the heart of darkness,
And your soul is on the verge of silence
Memories of your heart getting hurt are resurrected,
How life is full of treachery and pain?
A harsh wakeup call can be toxically echoed
With the shiv decorated red is much absurdly covered in plain.
Your mind is tuned in to the shell shock
The demonic screams turns your heart cold,
And your hellish anger is bestowed from the trauma battlefield
As your whole world is turned into black
The higher you get, the lower you'll sink,
With your cowardly face, it pushes you into the brink.
Saturday, wouldst be Sadder Day
nineteen seventy-five
purple skies dusk twilight display
friend and I, still alive
Sleepyheads, car seats unbuckled
Russian roulette enroute
shut eyes refused a wakeup call
rabbit foot wore a boot
Squirming confirming not our time
go get out while you can
opportunity just-in-time
two tired souls and more than
Clueless me, whys and wherefores
reveal relevancy
this, that, and all those therefores
transcends generously
I caught the bus the other day
I thought I'd go on a holiday
The bus arrived promptly at nine
The luggage loaded in record time
I was very impressed at the service
There was no need to feel nervous
That I’d miss my connecting flight
And have to stay an extra night…
….in an airport hotel ….
An in-between zombie zone
You’re not on holiday and not at home
Theres no time left to unpack
Your body clock is out of whack
Down rabbit warren corridors
The ancient air conditioning roars
People come and go all hours
Boiling jugs and running showers
You’ve booked an early wakeup call
But you get no bloody sleep at all
And stagger out to catch your flight….
Completely stuffed and looking sh*te
I accidentally let one loose
in places you wouldn't imagine
last Sunday I left out a silent one in church
it must not of smelled too bad, cause no one noticed
while shopping at walmart
a little one squeaked it's way out
thank goodness i was in the clothing department
and not the grocery
someone might of thought the food was spoiled
the best one of all
was a silent, but deadly one
that built up for a long time
and finally exploded in the car
all windows went down
talk about a wakeup call
although it's freezing weather here
it was like the fart was frozen in mid air
So be careful who you sit by in church,
go grocery shopping with and
who you travel with in a car
You can never be too careful
of a little thing called gas
that can make a grand appearance or
a grand finale
Dark night is closer, after your
Callings, callings from the half -seen trees.
Night owls are crying. A smile is
Ominous dancing in the branches.
Of slow time, night unfolds
Its ranges of stories, night’s regular acts.
All dead voices are laying ice cold.
My prolix is a wakeup call.
Night’s mysteries are awake with my poem
After a long cold sleep at Tirupati.
Foul smells hard, ghostly.
Time is decaying mundane trash.
One uncouth face conjures up,
Other unshaped faces, wild dark.
Only the hooded eyes, a simpleton
Strange sounds of howling. What a loss!
The art is moonshine.
My reason is homeless.
A few seeds have life.
My dead brother is back.
Nobody is awake at this odd hour
only a child’s unmasked hooting.
Spirits of the dead have a night out
for an appointment with the unknown.
The emperor of words, “Take care.”
No matter, how high you fly in the sky
You rain somewhere beyond a known order. Farmers
are waiting. Your water carries a bread of hope.
You paint houses with poetic colours.
A yellow glow
Is packing ready to go
Leaving the work space
Building its case
Finished the committed job
Gloomy clouds never had a chance to rob
Warming the world
As the globe twirls
Travelling to another destination
Ready to glare a post card presentation
Filled with enthusiasm not able to be patient
Seconds click away
Minutes collect them then say
“Fourteen Forty makes one day”
Still high in the sky
Lighting a path where one should try
To comprehend
Life’s concept called ‘when’
Soon everything will be dark
Night time checking in putting itself in park
Just like the sun
Slowly the lunar landscape will move until duties are done
Fulfilling the sleeping hours
Until daylight returns to blazing power
Morning comes alive
Bringing new hope as a rallying cry
Top of the morning all
With a wakeup call
A welcome smile
Greeting the rank and file
Going to defend
What societal contributions they need to pen
While a retiring moon hears the hen
Finishing the time card and pushing send
The Sound of Crowing
The Wakeup Call of Roosters
Or The Voice of Praise?
042420PoSpCtest, Morning Praise, Raul Moreno
original haiku traditional form of 5/7/5/.
cool april sunrays
gone every last trace of snow
goodbye winter blues
lilac blossoms
nature's wakeup call
in shades of purples
burstings of
perfumed spring air
~ exhilirating
AP: 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on April 17, 2021 for contest SPRING HAIKU CHAIN sponsored by M.L. KISER - RANKED 2ND
lilac blossoms ~
nature's wakeup call
in shades of purples
AP: 2nd place 2020
Succulent orange trees
Perking up Florida gladly
Delicious juices
The best wakeup call ever
Freshly squeezed by relatives
Pray a wakeup call in the world has begun
Tho clouds may punish with storms on the ground
All harm will soon vanquish with a rising sun
As peace ‘n the promise of a new day is found.
Tho clouds may generate storms on the ground
It is with love ‘n compassion we will survive
As peace ‘n the promise of a new day is found
And the rainbow of hope says that all can thrive.
It is with love ‘n compassion we will survive
From that river of pain with a helping hand
And the rainbow of hope says that all can thrive
As mankind pursues truth all over the land.
From that river of pain with a helping hand
All harm will soon vanquish with a rising sun
As mankind pursues truth all over the land
Pray a wakeup call in the world has begun.
An unwanted morning wakeup call
Your venoms attacking my soul
The unseen crawling frustration
I feel you jumping and sliding around my stomach and chest
Causing displeasure over my body
Breathing shallow then to the extreme
Trying to find the solution, to rid this Master of Anxiety
Can I sleep to the extreme to hide away?
Or will your intensity stimulate an alertness feeding you more
Sickness brings a moment of pleasure, a small release from you
This uneven thinking I just can’t take
I don’t want to think anymore
You mess up my thoughts
Living life with these feelings of being on edge
And these shake’s which belittle me
I feel I could break
Solutions seem non existent
I guess I’ve got to hang on to the edge
Until this flat lines and fades away
I’m just a slave held back for another day for you
Master of Anxiety
It's said there's some irreplacable
and it's said they're iridescent
but from realities wakeup call
and the knives that peel at your delicacy-
gently puncturing the senses,
triggering the knots that erupt deep inside
when they are no longer butterflies-
but cobras,
infecting, misleading and wrong-
surfacing the venom of worry
*not finished*
Our living is in your pocket but
Our hearts are not for sale
You have taken from Peter
To pay Paul for far too long
Now our house is up for sale
As we become transparent
You try to disappear
Promises and answers
From people that couldn’t buy a clue
Hear our wakeup call
Our dreams are not for sale
We believe in the Red White and Blue
But we have lost our faith in you
To you it is only about getting elected
But there is so much more for you to do
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