I’m still doing what
I think I should, still wanting
to believe I’m good.
Tag Archives: Emotional poetry
As My Glory Fades: Haiku Lament
As my glory fades,
I struggle, then realize:
It was never mine.
Show Respect: Haiku Lament
How can and should I/
show respect to someone who/
doesn’t respect me?
Washing Hands Lament
There once was a man
who didn’t wash his hands
then touched everything in the kitchen.
When I remind him again
after he’d touched his glands,
I always felt I was bitchin’.
(That is to say,
not in a good way,
I’d rather eat rotten chicken.)
What should I do?
What should I say?
I continually remind him
day after day.
He just shrugs and stares.
He clearly doesn’t care.
Maybe not caring’s the trick
(At least ’til I get sick.)
You’d think what we’d seen
during Covid-19
would change his hand washing
without all my bossing.
What should I do?
I haven’t a clue.
And now I’ll go puke
’cause I’ve got the flu.
The Ethan Froome Of It: Haiku Lament
It’s the Ethan Fromme
of it all I never saw
coming, but who does?
Being Private: Haiku
When you have to say
hurtful things, you should publish
them privately.
Beer Can in Sillouette: Haiku
New silver-green leaves
wave at white clouds in a bright
blue sky. Add beer can?
She, Cheerleader, Cool: Rhyming Haiku of Gratitude
She, cheerleader, cool.
I, (nerd,) not. She: Kind to me.
I’ve never forgot.
Morning Rhythm And Wave At The Sun: Free Verse Nature Observation
Deeply immersed
in the morning
rhythm of the woods,
I didn’t need
the sun to greet me.
Still, when Sol
popped his head out
from behind the rain clouds,
I was grateful
and gave him
a “Good Morning!” wave.
Cats Versus Songbirds Balance: Haiku
How many songbirds/
get sacrificed so we have
no vermin? Balance!
OR
How many songbirds/
must die so we have no mice?
Feral cat balance.