(2013)
composed 07 Mar
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
YOU and are not us.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet