There once was a girl name of June
the boys clapped when she sang them a tune
she was an old slut
with a cute little butt
and that made the little boys swoon

(yah i know, but i can't do serious forever.....sooner or later the lymerick must return)

aimless wanderings
life is an uncharted maze
hiding what must be

Memorial day weekend
A time of remembrance?
But do we
Remember?

In my youth
A day
Not as now
A weekend

But a day
Of parades
Of taps
At a graveyard

Of the reciting
Of Lincoln
Of prayers
For the fallen

But now
A Monday holiday
A 3 day weekend
But do we remember?

thick clouds hang over me
dark clouds encompass my soul
depression resides

Time borrowed today
Saved for another tomorrow
Set aside, reserved

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A moment just now
Time seemed to stand quietly
Now marching loudly

blossoms fall like snow
filling the air with their scent
my soul fills with peace

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joy comes with the spring
sorrow is for the winter
inevitably

staring at the screen
writing on a paper scrap
thoughts yet unspoken

as day becomes night
the wind is but a whisper
the trees remain calm

(old start different ending)

a new sound i hear
music i have never known
the sound envades me

note: for some reason i have never considered the poetic form of haiku, but a random event has placed this in my way and i have given it some thought.....and will play with them from time to time

a moment in time
gone never to return..but
a new one arrives

a new sound i hear
music i have never known
the sound fills my mind

(althought the current theory as put forth by some, leaves the standard 5-7-5 behind as a babe in the style i shall not)

An eclipse they say
Darkened the moon
Last night
Towards the end of the day

I could not see
Clouds in the way
So was it
Real or unreal

I tend to believe
What I see with the eye
What I touch
What I hear
What I smell

I tend to ignore
What I can't
Understand
When I can't
See the sum
Or the end

The future is there
But real or surreal
Will know
Someday
At the end

But I keep
Moving on
To the end
Of my time

1 step
1 scent
1 sight

And try not to trip
In the dark
Or the light

'Til all's understood
In the end

I woke up this morning
Stiff
Sore
Depressed

I woke up this morning
Feeling
Every year
Day
And second
Of my life

I woke up this morning
Grumpy
Remembering
Regretting

BUT
I woke up this morning

My soul
Reflects the weather
Not always
But today

Dreariness
Surrounds
And invades
Both

My soul and
The world
Around me
One

It seems
That at least today
The obvious interconnect
Is real and sure

Not always
But today