(2015)
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
