Night Haiku

Shatter

Walking on egg shells,
Frost thin glass,
Words shatter moments,
Tensions raze emotional earth.

Numbness wars with passion,
Fashions rifts where ground was solid.

Rid us of doubts, rejections, pains,
Before love wains in the ether.

Let the singeing bring new growth,
Doubts, resentments, accusations, kill,
Like napalm, leaving nothing in its wake,
But emptiness and memories.

Please...don't shatter beneath my feet.

Maturity in Infancy

Can you possibly recall the day
That we stopped and stood up to say,
"We are much too old to play,
We must not behave in this childish way! "

And so we proceeded to mature.
We do not whine, we endure.
Our innocence has wandered, we have no cure.
And our moments of bliss are fewer and fewer.

But we are now adults this day,
And such has always been the way.
Our path is set, we cannot stray...
And yet, we do not feel as gay.

As gay as when we were a child,
When everyday we'd run so wild.
Our world a playroom; toys all piled.
And bouts of sadness were often mild.

And yet, are we happy...truly?
Would we rather be unruly,
Instead of behaving coldly, cruelly?
Or should we be teddies,warm and woolly?

This inner battle, this constant fight,
Adult and Child waging war with all their might.
We cannot tell which is wrong or right.
So we struggle... morning, noon and night.

Until one day the blindness fell,
The answer rang forth like the toll of a bell.
There are times when we can play and yell
And times to act maturely, as well.

The war is over, the fighting done.
A new way of life has begun.
We can sometimes walk and sometimes run,
But even as adults, we can still have fun!

My

My groove, my style,

My diva smile.

My flow, my art,

My poet's heart.

My vibe, my scene,

My inner queen.

My soul, my time,

My gift... My Rhyme.

Me

The words I write,
The things I say,
The way I live my life each day.

The body I move,
The emotions I feel,
The pains with which I've learned to deal.

The joys I share,
The ones I love,
The blessings showered from above.

The soul I feed,
The world I see,
The good, the bad, the woman... is Me.

Various Haiku...

Feeling at a loss
I gaze upon my child's face.
My soul is at peace.

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It's snowing outside.
Traffic will be terrible.
Maybe I'll stay home.

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Lipstick on his neck.
The stain is pink, mine is red.
Lorena Bobbitt.

Jack

There was an ant;
His name was Jack.
He had many legs,
And he was small and black.

Jack could lift many things
Much heavier than he.
But he can't chirp like a cricket
Or buzz like a bee.

Deep in a hill,
Lived Jack and many others;
Sharing many tunnels
With all of his brothers.

Jack worked very hard,
From morning until noon.
He even worked,
By the light of the moon.

Though he hardly rested,
Jack never cried;
And he never complained,
Until the day he died.

Fourth of July

Today's a holiday!
It's just another day.

A time to eat, drink and play.
It's just another day.

People start singing "Oh-oh say..."
It's just another day.

I'd love to get away...
But it's just another day.