Geezer Spouting Off Again

For us bloody 

 

Hardy blowhards, breathing 

Profusely comes easy—what sucks 

 

As all get out is holding all that non 

Stop volatile stentorian hot 

 

Air indefinitely in. 

 

 

 

 

 

Clearly Blue

I want 

To describe 

 

A certain indescribable 

Hue of melancholy 

 

By looking closely 

At how I cannot 

 

But think of you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haiku: Arena

Here most of us mill 

Around without character, 

Others haul millstones. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haiku: Hermetically Sealed

Such deep soulful eyes— 

Clearly the silent windows 

To a shuttered world. 

 

 

 

Poet Against The Grain In The Boondocks Of The Southern Peloponnese

Over your head perhaps but 

Then again never entirely 

Out of your element, 

 

This singular cleansing 

Clear blue sky and that 

Uncompromising view 

 

Unobstructed by the ubiquitous 

Chatter of pedestrian clutter you 

Like to think now safely behind you.