What a treat to see 🙂
🙂 Twenty Twelve year end review
Thanks for all the love 🙂
2012 → 2013
A Happy New Year!
To all of you who read my,
haiku/poem blog.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 5,300 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 9 years to get that many views.
Thanks again for the support.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The new Boeing 787 Dreamliner can carry about 250 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,400 times in 2012. If it were a Dreamliner, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.
A father holds his son
Comfort in his daddy’s arms
Precious one
Your eyes tell me what I need to know
Love I see
Happiness
I just want to give you the world
I just want to hand it to you on a silver platter
I just want to let you know it will always be okay
Just stay in my arms
Rock with me in this chair
Fall asleep in peace
Dream in slumber
I’ve got you
Feel safe
Feel warm
Heart to heart
Beat to beat
Nothing greater than this love
Holly Dunn – Daddy’s Hands
Hello Mr. Like.
Sitting at the bottom of this post.
Showing me.
Who digs my stuff the most.
I’ve had some fits with you.
Be it Poem or Haiku.
1 or 2 likes.
That’s it.
Causing me fits.
I’ve had some great times.
25 likes at the most.
Such a great and lovely boast.
So will this post.
Give me a chance to toast.
Take my begging for what you will.
Please give me some kind of thrill.
Don’t let me be blue.
26 likes, I’m looking for you.
🙂
Now let’s take a moment and let the coolest man in the world have his say.
Ladies and gentleman, Mr. Bruce Campbell.
Enjoy.
Gifts are now open
Freed from their wrappings and bows
New presents abound
÷
My shoulder, nap time
Son’s gentle breath in my ear
Secure, safe, and warm
Carolina Day 1
Blue skies and no clouds
A warm, bright, and beautiful
Carolina day
Carolina Day 2
Sun filled, light blue sky
Casual white clouds drifting
Lazy hammock day
What happened to fun?
Just a lot of gloom and doom –
on the T.V. set
Is there any good news left to report?
Every time I watch the local news or national news all I see are horrible stories. Can’t they report something other than that?
Maybe that should be their New Years resolution.
In
your
shadow I
will stand
Behind
the
wooden
cross
The world needs to see just how great you’re love is
Because
even
in your
shadow
I still
feel
safe
and
warm
thank
you
for all
that you
do
I have wanted to try a shape poem for some time. Can you guess what it is? I hope to do more of these in the future.
Sleep tight all children
Twinkle, twinkle, Christmas Star
Santa comes tonight
Kenny Chesney – I’ll Be Home for Christmas
This is the detective’s side of the story.
For the original Haiku (Parts 1-5) click on the link: http://longjourneysandshortroads.com/2012/12/14/haiku-christmastime-part-5/.
Christmas Eve – first snow
Detective picks up the trail
Killer has no clue
—
Eyes for just the prize
Dressed out in a Santa suit
The detective waits
—
Hidden by shadow
Watching the seasonal beat
of twinkling white lights
—
Killer makes his move
Detective saves this Christmas for
one lucky victim
—
The white lights sparkle
Detective arrives at home
Christmastime is safe
Merry Christmas everyone!
I hope you guys have a great holiday.
Fall from the heavens
Form a cold blanket of white
Cover all the land
Hot coffee
Sip
Sip
Sip
Sit on my table
Entice me with your flavor
Savor me with caffeine
Wake me with energy
Sip
Sip
Sip
Rough night
Sleepless night
Sip
Sip
Sip
Morning cup
Two cups the charm
What’s the harm?
Cure my nerves
Bring the ease
Just as you please
Sip
Sip
Sip
Cup of Brew
It’s now up to you
Ouch, that hurt.
What’s that you say?
Getting over the hill,
going to need some kind of pill,
to keep the aches,
and pains at bay.
Pish posh, I say.
I feel eighteen, in a way.
Well.
My mind is young.
At least.
Even if my body, isn’t.
Ouch.
Crack, my bones,
like an egg.
There’s that pain again.
Wait, it’s on the other side as well.
Oh hell.
Creak.
Crack.
Like an old well-worn door.
Or an old squeaky floor.
Turning 40 today.
Can you believe it?
In honor of my birthday I thought I would crank out a Jimmy Buffett song. This one seems to fit the day.
Growing Older But Not Up
Six years have passed by
Since the day we said I do
It has gone so fast
🙂
I want to spew,
vomit from my mouth,
when I hear the news.
Massacre they say.
It happens too often.
How many lives?
How many should we lose?
What can be done?
My heart is wrapped in barbed wire,
the barbs cutting deep into the meat,
restricting the flow.
I can’t feel my legs.
I’m numb to the touch.
The victims I pray for.
The loved ones who are left behind.
I pray for you as well.
Life is so fragile.
I can’t believe how quick it goes.
Hold your loved one today.
Hold them tight like you never want them to go.
Love, we all need.
Peace on Earth.
Indeed.
With all the massacres we’ve endured as of late I just thought I had to write something about it. Anyone reading this, for me, please, go and hug your kids. Go and hug your significant other. Call your parents and tell them you love them. Just do something. Make sure your loved ones know how much you love them.
Do you have a wish?
Toss a penny in a well
Hope on fortune’s kiss
†
Part 1
Christmastime of year
With a soft white snow falling
Killer spies his prize
Part 2
Cold and all alone
With presents of red and green
She hurries inside
Part 3
Killer makes his move
Jingle bells, detective sees
Feet rush through the snow
Part 4
Killer grips his knife
White lights twinkle in the hall
Victim doesn’t see
Part 5
Gun blasts from behind
Shots echo in the hallway
Killing spree is done
Part 1
Christmastime of year
With a soft white snow falling
Killer spies his prize
Part 2
Cold and all alone
With presents of red and green
She hurries inside
Part 3
Killer makes his move
Jingle bells, detective sees
Feet rush through the snow
Part 4
Killer grips his knife
White lights twinkle in the hall
Victim doesn’t see
A Poetry Journey 
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