Special – Poem

Be special, in your

own little ways and

by nobody’s rules but

your own.

Because to be special

is something that

doesn’t need to be

said, but can only

be shown.

Haiku # 2 – Poem

Little to no sleep

Three cups of coffee later

Faster beats the heart

Haiku #1

The train starts to crawl

Through the tin trees whistling 

Tracks into the mist

Baby Talk

How hard it must

Be to be a baby

Wanting everyone

To stop acting childish

But unable to speak

Nor shout

Clearly

Vengeance

Earth lost

Its temper

-ature, now

We face

Its heat

Poem: Books, Letters and Words

Read a book right to the letter
Words will then flow a bit better
Information will come
Take a sip of your rum
Now your opinions do matter

Nose

When the nose is

Full, it is not

An issue, take

Someone else’s

Finger instead

Of a tissue

Ask For Help

Hill
The
Climb
To

Is only good

If you try to step

Where others stood

Abandoned

Young soul – abandoned

Childhood, never pardoned 

Like a forgotten suitcase, left

Of parental love, bereft

Personally packed, carefully held

Thrown – onto the baggage belt

Traveled tens of thousands…

Tired

Time left to claim

Expired

The others – beautiful and cared for
Love-packed to their core

But the unopened lock – a token

Of unrequited love, truly

Heartbroken

Clothes never to be worn

For this suitcase, no one to mourn

Filled, like an overflowing bucket

Emptied, by those who struck it

Destined for the belt – a painful frown

The zipper breaks, condensation pours down

An unremorseful stop, no more spinning around

The sinkhole appears – no more ground

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Lake

The lake, taken

Prisoner by man

-made plastic prisons

Plastic cells gave

Plastic smells

Turned plastic taste

Into plastic waste

Now the plastic cell

As by plastic spell

Created a plastic lake

Out of this plastic plague