©27 August 2013
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
YOU and are not us.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
