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

White sandy shoreline
Castaway from the mainland
Palm trees, island sounds
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Newborn to Infant
Learning more and more each day
Growing up so fast
Six years have passed by
Since the day we said I do
It has gone so fast
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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.
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
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 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
Christmastime of year
With a soft white snow falling
Killer spies his prize
This is something new that I wanted to try. Over the next 5 Sundays I plan to tell a story via Haiku in 5 parts. I hope you enjoy them. Let me know what you think.
Still and unbroken
The lake whispers in slumber
Calm water like glass
Sickness engulfing
A virus storm consuming –
all that is human
The prompt this week at Haiku Heights was for the word Storm so since this cold was my week I thought I would do a Haiku about it.
In case you want something a little more traditional you can check out the links below. I thought I would send them along in case you haven’t seen them before. As always, thanks for stopping by. Your support is appreciated.
http://longjourneysandshortroads.com/2012/10/20/haiku-rainy-day/
http://longjourneysandshortroads.com/2012/09/09/haiku-thunder-rolling/
http://longjourneysandshortroads.com/2012/08/29/haiku-hurricane-rainbands/
http://longjourneysandshortroads.com/2012/05/24/haiku-storm-clouds/
Dead leaves on the porch
A colorful enemy
Blowing with the wind
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Cat on attack mode
He’s chasing the leaves that are –
taunting him each day
Ocean’s audience
Standing tall along the beach
With waving palm fronds
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