The past, still ~ #Senryū

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

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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 and made his way
To a Meyers Lemon Saloon
Checked himself into a bloom

Spun a deceitful web of doom
Luring all his lovelies with perfume

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

💩 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 basic faculty’s of reality

 

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 writing prompt while at the California Writers’s club meeting.