Whine wine

The world is better through wine
Only solutions then seem to shine
A happy conclusion for all involved
As tipsy problems are all duly solved

West coast Haiku

Taking a trip soon
The tops of mountains to see
Green, rainy and pure

PSB Olympia

We left Suburbia to Go West
Hearts & limbs put to the test
We were given One More Chance
To partake in a Domino Dance
This west-end girl knows the score
It's a Sin to to close the door
Music is Always on My Mind
As within its depths, happiness is what I find.

From grace

We all lived so long ago
We never knew which way to go
Until a host from heaven fell
And taught us things we now know so well
But from then on our lives were cursed
As in our nature, knowing awoke the worst

Watchers

The Watchers fell so hard from grace
For the lovely daughters of the human race
But the fallen were not what they seemed
Completely opposite of what women dreamed
Their violent offspring gigantic and mean
Uncouth, unprincipled and wholly unclean
No angelic nature to be revealed
A deadly coupling not easily repealed
A flood to rid the world of vice
A cautionary tale to always think twice

Apple picking haiku

From a tiny seed
Bursts forth a succulent orb
Of deliciousness

False Note

Oh, lovely, lovely songbird mine,
Your golden voice was once so fine
And I often reflect on that wistful time
When your lyric and song were both sublime
Now your verse is heavy and old
Your soaring falsetto distant and cold
Bring back that raw, emotion-filled age
When you were young and coming out of your cage

Reflecting on later

We're all headed to the great beyond
Once we accomplish what we set out to learn
We'll seek a return to our truest home
The place where angels and spirits dwell
The place we still know and love so well

Love/Life

How can we harness the energy
That is made up of you and even me?
The vibrations that echo from age to age
Witnessing lifetimes of happiness and rage?
From the ether we have come down
To learn to live or sink and drown
Now with the thought that we are love
We can return to our homes above

Blink of an eye

Watching old videos of when you were young
Wondering what happened to everyone
All too quickly you're now hard and soft
Already thinking of your own loft
Gone the days of hugs and cuddles
Of tickles, tantrums & jumping in puddles
Now its friends and girls and boys
The newest fashion & electronic toys
I wish, I wish, I wish again that I had spent
More time & love, and that I'd made a bigger dent

Drama at work

Awkward feelings all around
No one wants to make a sound
A little word to reveal the truth
Hoping things will reboot
Always tense when feelings hurt
But work is work, not a place to shirk

School morning

It Monday morning little one
Time to start the daily run
Breakfast, dress-up, school and fun
Friends and homework, then the day is done

Fateful match

There you sit all dressed in white
An exchange of vows to make things right
But despite the beauty of your made-up face
Behind the veil and antique lace
Is something evil lurking behind
A corrupted soul & disturbed mind
What compelled you to give that push
Knowing below was just scrub and bush?

Comeuppance

Rolling in the arms
Of everything you've loved
Is never really enough
When viewed strictly from above
Only if your life
Reflected what you got
Will you get a pass
Instead of being left to rot

Life dance

We all waltz on despite our age
A fateful dance, our prowess to gauge
Finding our muse is easiest done
When we know the steps & refuse to run

Last days of summer

Water on the window
Droplets on the leaves
Rain spattering on gutters
And running from the eaves

A dreary, drizzly day
Fall is nearly here
Summer is retreating
And the weather is turning drear

Work

Better to be occupied
Than waste your time away
Frittering the daylight on nothing
With life in disarray

To toil productively
To work the whole day through
Gives greater satisfaction
Than idling with nothing to do

Morning voices

In the early morning hours
When all the world's asleep
That's when you hear the calling
Of all who've preceded you to the deep

That brilliant mysterious place
To which we all will go
When we've completed every lesson
And been taught all we came to know

But for now the far off voices
Are only those inside my head
Telling me to live with joy
As we'll all soon join the dead

Day dreamer

Daydreamer, how did you dream your life away?
Sitting at your cluttered desk imagining islands, streams & fragrant leis
A panoply of beauty, where you play the leading role
A hero or a heroine where your deeds are true and bold
The wise healer of your thoughts is the desk jockey of the day
But helps soften the edges, as it's perpetually the month of May

Soul Web

We are all but an expression
Of a divine state of mind
A blink of an eye for a deity
A speck so very hard to find
And yet we're all entwined
In a never-ending web
Of truth and conscious souls
Seeking to lead & not be led

Grade One

A cold and chill September day
A return to a familiar routine
But with new experiences and new faces too
Sometimes overwhelming in the extreme

So it is this year right now
A shock to a little mind
A wave goodbye to all things young
And hello to a more demanding grind

Observation 1

Left to our own devices
We'd all be kids on crack
A bunch of wired idiots
With no thought of going back