(2013)
Composed 04 March
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.