Swanky Chic It Says.
Hell No She Says. I Choose Me.
Spastically Spiffy.
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Spastically Spiffy.
At Fifty-Five, it’s a Given.
My Closet. My Flair.
Inspiration Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt
Tag: haiku
Blue Moon
Eyes, Penciled in Blue
Stare at the Man in the Moon
Weeping for Lost Days
Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for the inspiration: June 18 Writing Prompt
It’s Haiku Time Again!
Sometimes when my anger and frustration over the state of the world gets to me, I write haikus. They soothe me for some crazy reason. So here’s my latest. Enjoy. Despair. Rage Against the machine.
HAIKU TO THE END (IN THREE PARTS)
Part One
He, as a False King
Dictates False Flag Bows to He
Democracy Weeps
Part Two
A Nation Cries Foul
A Fox Cries Victim to Its Prey
Democracy Flops
Part Three
A World Looks Aghast
A Man Child Rages and Sulks
Democracy Dies
Haiku to Pork: The Pig Abides
Yesterday was National Haiku Day. I missed it. Missing it sucks because I love a good haiku. I’m not saying that I write good haikus, but I do like to write them. Because it’s my blog, I get to do what I want so I’m giving myself a mulligan. I think that’s a thing, a mulligan, like a do-over. Right? So in honor of National Haiku Day, I give you…
“Haiku to Pork: The Pig Abides in Four Parts”
#1
Sadly, A Day Late
But Love for the Pig Abides
So, Haiku to Pork
#2
Pig in the Window
Ponders a life as bacon
Puts on a condom
#3
Pig in the window
Contemplates possible paths
Picks life as a ham
#4
The pig in the door
Disturbs the children at play
What’s for dinner? Pork.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 