Senryu #30

My syndrome can’tBe hidden though I do tryCupboards opened wide

Haiku #342 🏈 🍗

Today, there will beA rumble in the jungleOver flats and drums

Conscientious men

I detest, yet I must confess There’s still a few good men around Ready, willing and able To help out A damsel in distress An old hag in duress One in the same Violently engaged In a parking lot – folly Cursing (under breath) Tugging (hem of dress) Kicking (tires bent) Not one, but two

The past, still ~ #Senryū

Sometimes, I look back At all of the crap written Then have a good laugh

Tanked #Tanka 😂

We all like structure Counting lines and syllables Disciplined results Lacking two parts and pivot Disgracefully finding voice

💩 Calling all crappy poets… #poem

There’s this Kamikaze who flew over me For a suicidal crash landing on my poetry The arrogant, ignorance was a sight to see As such, I snapped it like a paparazzi For the whole damn world to read As a means to an end of everything Hiding behind the safety of touch screens Lacking the

Decent, Descent ~ #Tanka #Poem

Twenty-nine people Didn’t have the decency To notice or say My ‘S’ letter went missing Conveying the wrong message   – Whether it was a simple oversight or you were being too polite, it’s alright I still appreciated the like and fodder to write. 😀 😝

Scheduling Chores ~ #Tanka

Chores knock on the door Politely, yet go ignored During the work week Open and welcome them in Then lock them out on weekends

Spent

I don’t remember Shopping being exhausting The expense expected To be zapped in a flash Not energy depleted

Mirror, Mirror…

Mirror, mirror on the wall Why must you be so cruel? Didn’t I play by all the rules? This can’t be me that I see Gone is the girl I use to be When did I get to be so old? I did exactly as I was told Stayed out of the aging sun While