This old silk neckwear /
rom my Dad’s youth isn’t the/
only tie that binds.
Tag Archives: working through issues
Empty Coop: Revolutionary Improv Haiku Lament
They are gone, all gone.
First two, then all. Our great joy
turns into sorrow.
Other Happy Glad – Haiku
Although I didn’t /
see it, feel it or get it,
I’m glad she found joy.
Until Recently Lazy Now What – Haiku
Until recently, /
I’ve been lazy? Or not. Yes,/
and I’ll create change.
Starting Creation: Haiku
I preach creation,
and yet I’ve stopped my own. It’s/
time to start again.
Unexpected Lost Peace – Haiku
This is not what I
expected or wanted. Where’s the
Peace? Must I bring it?
Critical Welcome To My Home – Haiku Lament
Welcome to my home./
Come! Tell me how to eat! Don’t/
expect to return.
Visions of Mortality – Haiku
The things I wanted /
to experience are not/
what God showed to me.
We All Have Talents – Haiku
I’m grateful for folks/
who can fix what I can’t. Wish/
*I could pay them back.
OR
*U could pay them back.
Already I’m So Lonesome, Alone Again, Naturally: Revolutionary Blogging Whining Lament Free Verse Poem
Alone again.
Or is it alone,
still.
I know I should be independent,
and yet
I honestly
don’t want to be
totally.
We all have busy lives,
and we all need to respect
and give space
to others
we care for
and about.
Yes, and,
I guess I need
to learn how
to do that.
The reality is
I haven’t yet.
I expect those
I care about
to care about
the same things
I care about;
to be interested
in the same things
I’m interested in,
even if the timing
is not right.
I suppose
that’s selfish
of me.
I just had
different expectations.
And now I have to learn
to deal
with those dashed dreams
and expectations.
The expectations
that everything we did
or everything that one of us
wanted to do
would be
something that
we both wanted
to do.
But that’s not
the way it is.
The real bet is
that there’s just
not always the interest.
That we don’t
always want to walk
that yellow brick road
dressed like Buddy Holly.
(Oooh, oooh!)
I didn’t have time
before
to turn and
face the strange.
But now,
with these ch ch ch changes
I’m goin’ through,
even though things are
gonna get done,
even though there will always be
someone like her
even though the thrift shop trips
may be more efficient,
I don’t want
blue to be my color.