Women’s hierarchy/
puts poetry after flowers./
I don’t obey rules.
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Just in case anyone wonders…
hi·er·ar·chy /ˈhaɪəˌrɑrki, ˈhaɪrɑr-/ [hahy-uh-rahr-kee, hahy-rahr-]
so it can be either 3 or 4 syllables. If you prefer 4, substitute “Femme’s” for “Women’s” to preserve the 5 syllable integrity of Haiku.
Life changed us today./
We ate, laughed, talked, said goodbye./
Did you feel it, too?
Alternative from someone experiencing the same things from a different perspective
We ate a pot roast./
We ate, laughed, talked, said goodbye./
Did you like the taste?
Our time reminds me/
of growing up, Milwaukee:/
How I learned to think.
Under full moon’s light/
and watchful eye, I wish you/
safe trip: Bon Voyage!
The question which, still,/
hangs like mist before sunrise,/
is: Did you have fun?
If you could/
do that,/
then there would/
be nothing I was better than U at,/
(except being fat)!/
But I’ll b me./
U’ll b U./
We’ll both b unique/
in our follow-thru.
I told my tale/
a hundred times,/
but have always b4 failed/
2 invite rhymes/
about how badly it made me feel./
Texting behind a semi-truck/
I know this much:/
It sux.
All u ever wanted was a friend/
who’d/
listen to you/
and understand./
All I ever wanted was to be near/
and feel and hear/
and touch the magic./
Y is that so tragic?
When Wonder Woman/
shines her indignant glory,/
I can’t gasp: “Sorry!”
A friend’s Blog, EekHarmony, had a statement about romantic efforts by guys: “I humbly submit
http://www.todayandtomorrow.net/2010/04/13/love-injections/ for the pleasure of the many rapier wits on this site. Fabulously cool or frighteningly creepy?” My comment on the blog was:
If I, as
a rapier wit
was criticized
for writing or doing romance (or something like it) …
I’d quit.
Beyond fabulously cool.
Think of the synapses
which have to be connected
to make creative love passes.
So why deign to criticize
Any guy who at least tries?