Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.

here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...

Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.

a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories

Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.

Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.

Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.

The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!

Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.

The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?

I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.