Haiku #390 🍒

Summer presentsA sweet bowl of cherries, savoredOne pit at a time

Haiku #386

Muddling the mint leavesat the end of a hard dayeases stress away

Haiku #385

Today is THE dayWe must love, live, laugh and playTwenty-four, seven

Haiku #384 😷

The blasted mask rashReal irritating and redSplotchy discontent

Haiku #381

The prickly gherkinIts behavioral statementsServing English geeks

Haiku #376

Crows feet and fine linesOften found exaggeratingTime, we can’t unwind

Haiku #375 😷

I have grown accustomedto the protective cottontossed and discarded …and I hope we can be disciplined a little longer. We’re almost there.

Haiku #374

I took a Chance homeFound myself Inspired that nightIn my own delight

Shopping 🛒 #Senryū

A trip to the storeTurns into a scavenger hunt You pay dearly for

Isolationists ~ #Senryu #poems

Mentally exhaustedWe’re physically neglectedIn this together Passing by the timeFollowing the WHO’s biddingFlattening the line RediscoveringA humanitarian’sGenerosity Within our dwellingsOpportunities awaitMake the best of it Let’s get reacquaintedTurn this to our advantageClean out the closets Inspired by Colleen’s 2020 Weekly challenge No. 172, #Poet’sChoice and I spring-boarded from Ritu’s relatable poetry submission.

The past, still ~ #Senryū

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

Doomed bloom

Even the itsy bitsy spider Found himself tired and uninspired Climbing up that water-spout Just to be washed back out He gave it a lot of thought Before deciding to take off For an environment that inspires To feel a life full of blissful desire It was on a warm spring day He set out

Super Bloom 💐 🦋

On my paid commute I’ve seen it a time or two The California “Super Bloom” I’ve even been blindsided By the breathtaking migrants Causing an array of excitement Enthralled by the views (and news) Billions of butterflies & touristy pursuits I took this lousy picture for you

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

1+2=Trikus 👀

  They may look the same side-by-side, on the outside ispy differences Everyone loses focus on what is in front of them to correct Words appear clearer when they’re seen through the lens of a prescribed eye

The black coffee mug

Sitting here in the back row Watching and waiting as events unfold  Anticipating the wild stories yet to be told Wondering if the cup is growing mold The thought of smelling a cup That everyone’s already touched Triggers a compulsive tinge of disgust  But who am I to put up a fuss –Live show & tell

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. 😀 😝

Put a spoon in it

Life’s all about give and take The weekend got in the way I pulled an emergency break Allowed dirty dishes to stay Piled in muck for 1 or 2 days Till no forks remained in tray It didn’t bring about doomsday In fact, I served coconut cake A spoon simply stood in its place  

Sweet Tart

When life gives you lemons It’d be a real shame To make boring lemonade With a squeeze of citrusy heaven That’d be sort of lame When there’s so much more Just waiting to be made As tastebuds would say, explore These Meyers beauties Are simply the best To refresh the experienced, Yet lazy chef with

Overused ~ #Haiku

Complacency found Tucked between three scribbled lines That should count, not rhyme

Gobble-gobble! 💃🦃

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

Wasteful

I like to travel Light, bagged in carry-on Destined for the trash

Phonetics

I never could spell correctly, So I write it phonetically At least the way it sounds to me On the off chance you come to read Hoping that I’ll make you believe In my truths and lies, respectfully