trivia haiku

Charlie's Friday haiku

 I am like a sponge 

Of useless information "

Say, did you know....?

I Choose You

Thinking of you in bed tonight The room is dark with muted light Your gentle snore, a spoken dream As you float along Morpheus stream What brought us to this here and now? What is the cause? What is the how? Of all the odds, of all romance A grand design or random chance Never have I believed in fate That chose my path or picked my mate Nor trust there is a scheme or plan That guides the step of every man We are in this bed tonight Of darkened room and muted light Because of choice, you and That is the cause, the reason why My love is not some fated thing Or Made by bows and gods on wing It is lovely, fresh and new For freely, love, did I choose you

wine Haiku

Winter haiku Lights and tree are gone Reds, greens, blues are now gray, brown Cold winds tug at us

post surgery Haiku

A post surgery Haiku Minutes are like days Two hundred channels of crap Not much to choose from

teen age broken heart

Bitter salty Tears announce their entrance Pieces of broken hearts litter the path they walk Leaving a trail they traveled , as in a trance With a desperate need to speak, just to talk The stories spill forth in gasping Of the love they thought would be kind and true The Dalton’s, the Hunters, the Scotts , Allen’s and Bobs A sad familiar reoccurring story that is always new

I Talk About The Dead

I talk about the Dead
The Departed
The great and the small
The morbidly preserved
And the body turned to dust

I talk about theDead
Death’s PR
The Grim Reaper’s press agent
Building interest, excitement
For those who linger only in memory

I talk about the Dead
The Infamous
Dangling at the end of a rope
Heads lost at the flash of a blade
For their inhumanities to man

I talk about the Dead
The kind, the hopeful
Who struggled against oppression
Who sacrificed and sorrowed
In effort to improve the human condition

I talk about the Dead
Their dusty tombs
Their fossilized remains
Evidence hidden in earth or sea
Or great monuments erected in their memory

I talk about the Dead
In reverence
In horror of their misdeeds
In awe of their great achievements
That slowly, slowly erode away

I speak of the Dead
For Speechless,
They have become, unknown
And I speak of the lesson they teach
By their very act of existence

I speak of the Dead
Well knowing
That I, That you, that all
Regardless of wealth, race, or sex
Will join their ever growing ranks

So, to keep them alive
I speak of the Dead

we share the same air

We share the same air

It Moves

From your lungs to mine

We see the same sunrise

Even apart

We each see it shine


We feel the same breeze

It moves

And surrounds we two

We awake the same morning

And we walk

Through the same dew


The same ancient planet

Revolves

Under both of our feet

The same old sun above

Radiates

And we swim in its heat


We share the same space

Molecules

From the beginning of time

The very same Star Stuff

Timeless

Unexplained and sublime


Now we share thunder

And rain

whose drops fall in rhyme

Celestial night flashes

I’ll share

lightning with you anytime