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Wednesday, January 6, 2021
Haiku: Lifeline (Brief On How To Make Every Second Count)
Aye, short is the span—
It takes a lot of looking
Long to see just how.
Sunday, January 3, 2021
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.
Thursday, December 31, 2020
Clearly Blue
I want
To describe
A certain indescribable
Hue of melancholy
By looking closely
At how I cannot
But think of you.
Tuesday, December 29, 2020
Haiku: Arena
Here most of us mill
Around without character,
Others haul millstones.
Friday, December 25, 2020
Haiku: Hermetically Sealed
Such deep soulful eyes—
Clearly the silent windows
To a shuttered world.
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
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.
Sunday, December 20, 2020
Coming Clean At Last
When you feel up to it,
Feel free to write in
The persona of one unwilling
To exist outside himself—
If you do, be a sport
And rub out every ineffable
Trace of his presence—painful
As it is, it’ll spare the both of us
A world of disconsolate grief.
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