Up I Am

Up I am Doing an all-nighter While others are sleeping peaceful and quiet The quiet time helps me To have a clear mind So I can focus All this time The nights are for artist Whether writing or drawing It is our time Of pleasure…

The Dime Store

Ben Franklins Five and Dime was the only place we had to shop when we were younger.   Doors opened to jubilant faces as we imagined all the goodies inside.  I can still remember the smell of peppermint and caramel from the big plastic jars…

Hour 24: Three Ladies Lunching

A group of ladies numbered three Woke at dawn and went to tea They stirred into their china cups a shot of Irish whiskey They socialised until eleven Talking politics and religion They ordered brunch and stayed ‘til lunch and had a juice with gin…

Best Friend

Our path are different Yet we stay together God paves your way With devotion you look Logic guides me forward With calculation and decision In this world Full of war Religion and logic That try to cut each other We live in harmony Understanding each…

Poem 22 — The Night is for Sleeping

The night resides for sleeping, I couldn’t stay awake, My body yelled at me, And my eyes wouldn’t cooperate. The night is designed for us Who love to roam the day, We ride the sun’s path Highlighting with laughter along the way. Sometimes we can…

The Last One

The tides are in the midst of turning. Fog is low and heavy over the hills. The owl is half done whoooo-hoooing and the mission that I had is done. Soon, the earth will rotate again; currently is experiencing a tight hiccup, as the magic…

Haibun

Decisions are journeys Road signs, turns, empty tanks Always keep moving

Poem 23 — Hidden Places

You rest easily In privacy, You sleep peacefully In private, Embracing the genuine comfort of the mattress overtime hours of a job you despised bought you. It feels like Heaven, Not blue sky without clouds, Without the Pearly Gates, Not the place grandma resides, The…

I wish (Prompt 12)

Sometimes I treated love like a spare tire Instead of like the only tire Patching it up, using fix a flat, removing nails And anything else Always trying to repair it in some kind of way Love is like a cancer attacking my breastbone Sore…

#24 Finale/Swan Song

Here at the end of the hours bereft that all is done and dusted (well, no, I desperately need to dust) over, finished, kaput, completed. (climbing out of Roget’s) A time of wonder, now part of the patina on this memory palaces room’s walls. New…