here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) September 13, 2013
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
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
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
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.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
zombie scientist starves while doing his research humane substitutes