Rodney was known as a fickle prince, No one girl was enough for him. He didn't try to understand fidelity, Thinking he was such a gift to them. Intimacy was for girls, he thought, He was just looking for some quick fun. But, like every cad whose ever lived, A situation arose he couldn't overcome.... Continue Reading →
I kept brooding over cleaning the bigger house, So we looked for something with less upkeep. We found a nice little cottage on a metalled road, And now we're not so tired when we go to sleep. Written for the Three Things Challenge from Pensitivity 101. The prompts are metal, upkeep, and brood. I used... Continue Reading →
The wind was a howling wolf, Shrieking like a banchee on crack. There'll be no sleeping for us here tonight, I wonder if we can get our money back. We chose to rent a place up in the hills, Thinking what a nice change that would be. But our smiling host failed to mention to... Continue Reading →
A nomad with wanderlust is certainly who I am, One who loves to discover strange places and roam, After I have seen all the sights and ate all the food, I start to look forward to the plane trip home. For there is where I can live an ordinary life, And it's the one place... Continue Reading →
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie I sought a place where I could find peace Away from their awful naming and looks. I found it not in a dark and gloomy place, But between the pages of amazing books. Oh, how enchanted I became as I read Of peoples who resided in distance lands. What relief to finally... Continue Reading →
Though I may be slight, Don't assume I have no might. I trust in Jesus! Written for Ronovan's Weekly Haiku Poetry prmot Challenge #304: slight and might.
Photo courtesy of Donna McNicol To the young people, I am a curious sight, Walking slowly but surely towards town. They say that I should be safe in my bed, But I tell them, "I can still get around." I'm not quick as the roadrunner, I know, But I'm still as wise as the old... Continue Reading →
We are aked to write a post, using the theme of isolation, for Reena's Exploration Challenge #126. Here is mine: Isolation feels like safety to my hurting heart. I just need to escape the inhumanity of others. I stay nestled in my home, away from everyone, From the harmful words they use, I take cover.... Continue Reading →
Pain in the right hip. Can't ape a funky monkey! Sitting still today! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Petry Prompt Challenge #296: hip and ape (funky and monkey).
Alex Stoddard New neighbors bought a tiny house Of less than five hundred square feet. I warned them that nothing that small Could all of their needs and wants meet. They chose not to listen to my wisdom, Constructing it with quite a loud hubbub. But, when they finished and needed a bath, They found... Continue Reading →
