This last lighting up won’t last the trip.
Becoming the Lordy Vordy of this car.
The phoenix rises, a basilisk needle stuck on its wing.
Category: Deep and overstood
My dying notes
Looking for healing…huff and puff..
Smooching this feeling…rough and tough.
Ruby ruby ruby red lips was what got him about Stacy’s mum.
He liked that she was still preoccupied with 1985.
And as he pulled off in his station wagon.
Alice just watched from her bedroom window.
He waved at Frankie by the YMCA.
Wondering whether he’d ever come back before the clocks stopped spinning.
All was yellow, autumn was creeping in and he knew it was no longer just his life.
He’d met a girl. Thought she was grand till he found out her love was just a lie.
And now as his heart was going under.
He’d pretend that the airplanes in the night sky were fireflies.
Lighting the perfect path to what she reminds him.
Someday he’ll be the hero who can save all.
But today he’ll just go somewhere only they know.
Soak up the sun just like animals do.
Smiling at these twisted turns of fate.
His small words now just a whisper.
Life just got too complicated for the skater boy.
Haiku Beast Day 14
Benson peered over her Hedge the day she was born.
Marred borrowing of human rights started then.
The Rocket touched down as she mooned his Rooster.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy… and Mama
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy… and Mama.
One visiting friend recently asked Mama, “How in the world do you live without him?”
“It ain’t easy.” Mama answered, shaking her head.
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147 REASONS TO LOVE
Haiku Beast Day 13
His walk, his gait, proved he was her Super Match.
The Absolut power of her raspberry lips drew him in.
Her Merlot voice was the last thing he heard.
Kara El
It’s hard to do this.
I’ve always known that love and lust;
What I have and my thirst.
For one my pen free flows.
But for the other I lose words.
Yes I still don’t know how to spell love.
Yet the letters are born in me.
The words are my creation.
And the product a mistake piece.
Thinking of you.
My brain goes to overdrive.
Trying to harness my favourite things.
My life my dreams both rolling down a hill.
Gathering no moss and I’m still at a loss.
The foot drum of my hip hop tracks gets the rhythm.
Rudely interrupted by the acoustic violin.
And from afar I hear the soft keys of a grand piano.
Trying to calm down the blare of this rock guitar.
My oh so beautiful mind.
Full of cracks and fillings.
Goes mental trying to cohere the realities.
Of how you wrestle and pin my heart down for the three count.
With the acts of avenging your hurt.
Because I’m but a man.
You’ve played games with jokers.
Been led on by two faced icemen.
When you let them govern your young heart.
I’m an idiot.
You use that as a term of endearment.
Because you won’t just say I’m a geek.
And that’s why I still mention comic book characters as I try to describe this love.
I barely scratch the surface.
For the same reasons I want to sit the reader of this poem down.
And explain the meaning of each sentence.
The idea behind each phrase.
But time is never enough.
Life is short .
Yet it’s longer than a two hour calculus paper.
This is definitely relative.
And I, Edwin, will always be your Man Crush, squared.
I’ve differentiated you from other women.
Integrated you into my family.
And loving you to infinity has proved to have no limits.
In this heart you’ve found the perfect loci.
Made a poet lose his rhyme.
An insomniac run out of time.
Because you’re truly storm born.
You’ve gone through the fire.
An astrid that walks with divine strength.
That not only tried but managed to tame my dragon.
Most deserving to be by my side till I’m toothless.
Haiku Beast Day 12
Blows off her Lucky Strike.
Whispers in the ear of her Shisha sister.
He hears the word “bigger” as he sips his Lager.
Haiku Beast Day 11
Closed eyes as I show the three ladies how to lay the pipe.
Mary, Jane and Molly are not so new at this.
They beat me off at Dre’s; all ten of them.
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