Laser Direction

Youthful rebellion,

Less charming at twenty-five?

But here it presents.

Rebellion changes

From scatter-plot focus to

Laser direction.

Proves more powerful,

More constructive? Destructive?

Only time will tell.

Halloween

When spooks and ghouls march

Among angels, royalty,

Full moon on the rise.

Potentials & Autumn Sunlight

Sunday:

Seeing progress stitch

Beauty onto the mundane,

Hope for potentials.

Saturday:

Sunlight on my back,

Light hints of joy--without cause?--

Only autumn brings.

Landlubber & Water Falls

Friday:

Muted water falls

Insistently calling sweet,

Toilet keeps running.

Thursday:

Feeling the ground now,

After weeks aboard a ship,

Tossing me stable.

Mustang Glue

Sometimes life feels like

A wild mustang tamed, and then...

Turned into Elmers.

Cult of Public Schooling

"Will not drink the punch,"

I note, as I discern trends

Most disconcerting:

Show public schooling

Has become more like a cult

Than a knowledge path.

Dreams

Dreams lift us above

These clouds of reality,

Into the sunshine.

Weekend Wrap-Up

For Sunday

Cleaning successes 

Would be mine if only I'd

Get off computer.

For Saturday 

Long-awaited date,

Relax, break the working grind

That wears us both down.

For Friday:

A sprint to the end

Of a week too long, too hard,

At last put to bed.

On the State of Education

Government insists 

On zombie teachers, in schools

Of robot children.

Sorrow, Pain, Peace.

The sun cannot light

A day hidden by the clouds

Of inner sorrow.

Fountain pen chisels

At sharp edges internal,

Chips away at pain.

Finding salvation

In rhythmic pen, fluid ink,

Painting peace within.

Deciduous Delight

Deciduous trees:

As your leaves flutter downward, 

They bring spirits up.

A Note to a Friend---From Tues.

I have some bad news,

'Fraid your friend is "special" squared.

Didn't save address

And now asks again.

This time she promises true

To write it, save it.

Grit

Grit in the creases

'Round one's vision spheres at morn'

Rude waking feature.

You're no gentleman, Mr. Mayer, but you're not chopped liver either: A Tribute

Vocal symphony,

Molasses, cream, salt water,

Pour out poetry.

Raw sophisticate

Embroidering heartache, sex,

Lyrical preacher.

Soulful worrier,

Symbiotic ivy vines

Wrap my soul tightly.

Story of a life,

Verbal waves rush the beaches,

Anchor in the deep.

Horizon to Horizon

A list of to-dos

Horizon to horizon.

Cross-outs satisfy!

3 Bonus Haiku

Dew drops linger here

Just past dawn's splendid entrance,

Whispers of water.

Silence would mark morn'

Of an earthly sphere sans birds,

Gratitude on wings.

Caffeine lifts the sun,
Changing black and white dreams to
Technicolor days.

Friday & Saturday

Saturday:

Nightly reverie

Still bluesier than Satchmo,

Locomotive song.

Friday:

Will not sell my soul

For the chance to teach your kids;

Choose another prize.

And 5 Bonus Haiku. Haiku Addiction.

Day to rest: I feel 

Drunker than a kitten's soul

At the chance to breathe.

Chin-deep in water

Hot and salted to soothe deep,

Pass-out perfection.

Needle and thread break

Not just fabric's weave, but stress.

Sweet embroidery.

Last night I dreamt smiles.

A return to Mérida,

Mexico escape.

Possibilities

In seventeen syllables

Seemingly endless.

"8 Days a Week"....Or Rather, 5 Days

Thursday:

Handwritten fonts seem

To take a shape more splendid

Than computers make.

Wednesday:

Lazy Daisy Dreams

Loop wildly, sleepily, white.

At rest. Happiness.

Tuesday:

Wedding bliss future

For my favorite girl, her boy,

Wishes for cousin.

Monday:

Making time to write

Simple Haiku, just 3 lines,

Should not be this hard.

Sunday:

Oramics machine*

Painted music synthesize

'50s future sounds.

*For more info: NPR article about the Oramics Machine.

Happy Wedding, Mark!

Shared piano bench,

Jazz band, theatre, friendship.

Blessings, minstrel man.

Spin

Music and spinning,

Together in dancing, plus

Records, tapes, CDs.

Bonus Post: Explanation

Yes, I see the laugh

To be had.  Correlation

Of my last two posts.

However, please note

In my defense, there's more there.

Sleep can't fix it all.

Run over

Been weary too long,

But tonight it hits stronger:

Soul-worn, run over.

Bonus Post

Need I go to bed?

Must I slip away to dreams?

Nightly battle waged.

5 More Days

Monday & Tuesday:

Apologies, dears,

For terrible behavior:

Irresponsible.

A daily-blogger

Should be better 'bout posting

Regular entries.

Sunday: 

Glitter on the lens,

Mysterious glints of light

Destroy good photos.

Saturday:

All the way alive,

Speaks my soul on papyrus.

Inhaled, exhaled, pure.

Friday:

Glitter-me-Ke$ha:

Teen version of Elmo toy,

A creepy prospect.