A series of Senryu poems. Senryu have Haiku format, but deal with human foibles.
When I returned home one day and was told the sump pump did not work, my ordeal was just beginning.
Poem: A Forest, Untouched. As shepherds of the earth, it is ours to care for, not to own.
Roger brings his friend to a baseball game to unwind and relax. As the game goes on Roger finds his friend erratic and emotional. It forces Roger to make a decision that would impact them both.
Marvin stepped through the front door of his establishment and onto the sidewalk. He looked up into the midday autumn sky. He stretched his arms out and yelled, “Screw you daddy!” “Shut the hell up son,” came a gruff scream from somewhere else in town. Marvin laughed. He felt the world was in his palm. …
A stranger with strange ways charms his companion, whittling away at fear and doubt until it’s too late.
If something isn’t happening to us, we downplay it. Why the NIMBYism attitude allows us to ignore the plight of others.
A poem about how quickly our fear turns to anger: our anger to hate. And we’re left with regret.
A father tries to understand his three daughters’ sudden, and inexplicable, desire for nail polish and lip stick. Little does he know their slavish need has a more ominous cause.
In this COVID19 time, take some time to think about your goals and why you want them.
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