(2013)
technically, a scifaiku is not titled, but it's allowed
The End will come too soon. Watch the land. Watch the seas Watch the skies for signs, for it… The End.
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
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.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
