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if the peaches hold their blooms
if the figs survive the chickens
if the berries are tickled with rain
if the plums are so entertained
if the crabapples taste a shower in November
if the pears make it through winter
if the jalapeños get hot weather
if the grape vines hold together
Copyright March 14 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Mar 2017 HappyHappyHappy
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Words don't flow today.
                   Sadness seems to overlay.
                       Smiles can't escape.
First haiku... today's gloomy.
 Mar 2017 HappyHappyHappy
Nora
Charming vagabond with a smile so sweet
Sweeps her suitors off their feet
With a twirl of her skirt and a flash of her thigh,
She’s climbing the ladder, wooing lovers to the skies
insp. by flaming road, of course
I bleed everywhere
There is not one place you have let me be

I lose heart
hip out of place
disjointed and out of sorts
I can't give up my self

Your Spirit's power
Your holy desire for other people
would You grant it to me?
unwilling as I even now am

I am unhappy
Where are You?
 Mar 2017 HappyHappyHappy
ZOO
I talked to the mechanic, whose reflex
was slow to reverse its flaws
who said, know-how each part behaved
each movement starts
with pause on thy sea
always we went
to be put back together in
nature's factory.

and I am always onto a sea floor mapping,

where-how each is placed
moves us into forbidden ways
switching to mores eels
without looking
fearlessness
can turn fish easy
to find in place, of room
(time&me;)
and how i will go next...
 Mar 2017 HappyHappyHappy
ZOO
Adaption can save a child poem,
it is unusual, here,  and it is unusual in America for adaption;

I think it not unusual in Japan, esp. for a Haiku, parents
a poems adaption, is for those who have none;

but I think should become more unusual.
 Mar 2017 HappyHappyHappy
ZOO
"be safe,"* plainly said, it goes without saying,
and to fare thee well - alas, my friendship has to go on without you.
 Mar 2017 HappyHappyHappy
ZOO
Every few years, I forget who or what I'm doing
4-5 hours lost, to trans global amnesia,
I wake up, haven flew around in circles
      and at a road stop, in semi trailer traction
       no doctor can determine the cause
of why I can't remember,
of what am I suppressing;

how I wished in dreams, THEY would go away,
the describable things they've done
that makes being human.

Every few years, I forget I'm a saint
4-5 hours of acute pressure,
a signal,

         I wake up crucifix-
       my dark roots, i don't blame you
for it, I came along
    I can't end this
or dismiss it to places and win.
Me
I was the girl who'd give everything up to help people who didnt deserve even a minute of my time. I was the girl who hid her feelings when she really shouldve gotten help. Im the girl who doesn't want to go to school because of bullies. they won this fight i give up let them do as they will.
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