Haiku Tuesday. Write a poem, pass it on. Syllables: 5-7-5
Write a poem, pass it on.
When I look into the heart of Ghana, I see Joy. I see fierce leaders, Humble beginnings, And a magnificent now. Where we lift the world from the ashes, Breath, life into the masses. Who will be brave enough To give their hands? Lead us to the promised land? A place inside your Self. Where God replaces doubt, Breaks you from your shell, And now your voice can shout. Hold your head up high, There is no room for guilt…
“Love wants to reach out and manhandle us, Break all our teacup talk of God. If you had the courage and Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights, He would just drag you around the room, By your hair, Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world That bring you no joy. Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly And wants to rip to shreds All your erroneous notions of truth That makes you fight within yourself…
The entire world shifted, So that you could be here: Slicing. Dicing. Waxing you like a koi fish. A blink. An eye-ball opening and closing, one time, Only to recede into dust. Fairies dancing like trail mix caught on fire. Touchstones of foroget-me-nots and ho-hos. Life. Passing you by? Open up to the reality of yourself. Bliss on shoe strings laced together like a wedding dress. Kiss it all goodbye. You care for none of it. Your sold on tomorrows–…
You got soul, baby. Fire in the kitchen. Melodies and harmonies skipping across my tongue Like Socrates with a loaded gun. Boom, Boom, baby, And then you shot me down. Burned constellations across my universe Mapped my body like the sea Called out my name And brought me to my knees. So shake it baby, And out we’ll drift towards the great unknown, Hand in hand like a poet’s prose singing lullabies to a moonlit road. Passing time with dragonflies…
