Posted on April 20, 2014
“I’m Sorry my checkered life was plaid.”
A life filled with extreme highs and lows.
“I’m Sorry my namesake makes you sad.”
Your face I never saw it aglow.
“I’m Sorry nightmares of me you’ve had.”
The day you died no tears did flow.
“I’m Sorry I wasn’t a good Dad.”
The father I have, his genes I sow.
A fatherless figure, I’m glad I didn’t need.
The father I have, is Rich with love indeed.
Posted on April 19, 2014
I don’t speak much, I can be a bore
Sand and rock, make up my Ocean’s floor.
At night my angina, is the worst
When I’ll die, I’ll end up on your shore.
You’ll pick me up, my shell is your first
A great life I lived, but now I’m cursed.
In your pocket, I rest with wet sand
Funny your pocket, is now my hearse.
But when we get home, I’m in your hand
My shell now cleaned, no longer I’m damned.
My life as a shell, it will be grand
Better than being, a snail that’s canned.
Posted on April 18, 2014
To teach me honor, was her quest
my time spent with her, I was blest.
She loved her tea, spiced of Darjeeling.
Hours – in me – she did invest.
Soft words spoken, never snarling
never heard her once quarreling.
Only a smile on her face
as ’twas true, I was her darling.
Some say time heals, but can’t replace
Grandma’s splendor of high tea graced.
Nor the touch of her warm embrace
Nor her touch of the warm embrace.
Posted on April 17, 2014
I have heard Death.
She grasped a straw for one last breath
Her death rattle ~ one lost battle
Many funeral homilies.
She sung a quiet lullaby.
I have smelled Death.
She had a musk of rotten eggs
The noxious stink of gassed bloaters
She was a fowl-like floater.
Charcoal fired ~ undesired.
I have touched Death.
She had blowflies that were hatching
Maggots crawling ~ nibbling on flesh
Dermis slipped off translucent skin.
With my hands, pieces I picked up.
I’ve tasted Death.
A smorgasbord of grey knowledge
She was a welcomed buffet feast
Since I have cared for the deceased.
One day someone will care for me.
Posted on April 15, 2014
My tongue does suck
nibbles her ear
licked lips of duck.
Thinking thoughts clear
My hands caress
Holding her dear.
Love to profess
Hearts to shatter
A broken mess.
Picking up the pieces one day at a time.
Posted on April 15, 2014
So I had a lot of fun with my Minnesota Twins ticket giveaway today. I had some really great #TwinsHaiku and I “met” some really great new Minnesota friends.
The winner of the four tickets was Rachel, who goes by the Twitter handle @TeamRachel3. She told a funny story of how she was trying to convince her husband that it’s supposed to be really, really cold tonight and that if he was really, really sure he wanted to go to the game.
Rachel was a great sport and even sang the Twins song as she walked in to my local Caribou Coffee.