wednesday morning repo

Parking violation
Possession and repossession
Never owned
Belonging is a matter of opinion
Cloud grey is everyone’s birthright
The sun is our collective blessing
Our ultimate curse
Holes burned through our birthright

The will never included you
But your will was stronger than mine
Even as my eyes fixed on the future
I woke to the present
You beside me
Peaceful and smiling in the morning

Hearts were broken last night
By those with bad habits
I vowed I’d not be a taker
But things get lost
In the maelstrom of circumstance
And you do what you have to
To survive

Promises whispered
Mingle with dreams
In the dark
Solidly here
Nobodyelse will come to claim me
I sip my tea in peace

Keep the door locked
Against thieves
But fire snatches faster
With fingers far more cruel

The opposite of love
Is not hate
But who cares
I have been burned
The scars are why you do not
Come for me

mo haiku? super!

someone asked for a haiku about acting.

supermo cannot resist the call to haiku.

authenticity
truthful fictions never lie
character is key

please, note the double meaning in the word 'character' and tell me I'm clever

(does admitting i'm an insecure poet/actress make me sensitive and adorkable?)

lost

beacon shines brightly

night lasts only for its time
hope reflects the truth

hope

rivers underground

immoveable rock hollowed

no tear falls in vain

sleeping less; more alone: a winter night's haiku couple

1.
delicate snowfall
ten million icy kisses
beneath, love smothered

2.
tiny snowflake dance
cherry blossoms on the wind
quiet birds press close

sunday chorus

we're climbing the ladder of modern praise
rattling the gates heavy bass from on stage
everyone rises to join the joyful sing along
no hymnals needed because no song is wrong
the notes aren't ever hard to find
just reach out and grab and start to climb
swing right into a steady groove
and when the spirit speaks
it's okay to move
dance clap wave it's all cool
expresssion is the only rule

there aren't many bars
on the stairs past the stars
but it won't last long
our attention span's short
we'll sing a few songs
and get back to our sports

with the third chorus sung
we're on the last rung
now heaven is gained
with little to no pain
and we've peace of sound mind
that we're friendly and kind
and heaven won't desert us
after we've had enough of service
because church is still good
while there's plenty of food

same name different game

Uno is a game.
Uno is also a chain restaurant with a bar "where the people meet".
 
I was always pretty good at Uno
But this is not the same
It's always better when you know
The house rules for the game

dinner party

the host is bitter though his wine is sweet.
his wife can barely stand on her feet.
she talks too loud while we nod our heads
afraid to contradict the lies she's said.
saving the unborn to fight her future wars
her kingdom comes behind trap doors.
her perfumed lovers line up in the halls
as she refuses to accept her husbands' calls.
only whispers of facts slip through her walls.

and the kingdom she wrestles so hard to birth
is so very much like this turbulent earth
but moral and righteous are the laws of the land;
so we forget how many times the money's changed hands.
because we are hungry and she promised us bread,
we praise the taste of the lies we are fed.
as she nurses her wounds with the host's own blood,
we walk away filled and reassured we are good.

genesis lost

Oh the "Let there be”’s I would let be
If it were all so very simple you see.
Speak the world and it is done,
But that can't be the HOW of creation.
Good Orderly Direction
Gets me where I ought to go,
But it's more fun to wander
Off the straight and narrow.
Painted Boiled Peanuts lead me off track,
And it's always so hard to find my way back.
Against sense, defying logic, ain’t so bad after all  
Seuss and Carroll's truths were quite radical.
Fed on rhymes
And meandering threads, 
But
To grow old
We are told,
"Forget what they said.
Wrong and right; black and white.
Balances shifting; night to light.
The proper way the world tilts and turns.
Appropriate lessons and laws to learn."

Our fingers loosened their sleepy grip,
And our purpling dreams were allowed to slip
Deep into the grey matter of mind.
And we learnt dreams don't matter,
But we didn't mind.
We learned the most important matter
Is time.
And we rush with clocks
Tight in our fisted palms
Our dreams squeezed tight in our hats.
Our "Let there be this" and 
"Let there be that"
Has matured to "This is only this"
And "That is only that".