A haiku’s a poem,
That follows a strict pattern.
Straying not off course.

Unbelievable!
My day could not get any worse.
But yet somehow it has,
Rain has started coming down in bursts.
Even my socks are soaked,
Looking for a dry place to dock.
Lucky me, there’s a shop,
Ah drat, it’s locked!

Everything you may or may not do,
Under any circumstance at all.
Whether or not it’s on purpose,
Or just hitting the proverbial brick wall.
We take no responsibility,
It’s your fault to the end.
So think twice about buying this item,
Is this money you can afford to spend?
It makes no difference to us,
What you decide to do.
But just remember if you don’t like it,
There’s no one to blame but you.

They say they’ll part until the time,
When the cows come back home.
And I have to wonder that if they could talk,
What they’d say of the places they’ve roamed.
And I can only imagine what would be said,
Of the passerby who see them out and about.
As the parade of bovines walks on by,
Sniffing the people with their snouts.
Oh and I hope they’re careful,
Of the bulls and the steers.
Especially the china shops,
I hope of them they stay clear.

Floating down the river,
Lounging on a tube.
Over the rapids I float,
As calm and cool as an ice cube.
The people wave as I pass by,
In that friendly country way.
No cares do I have,
Going to float down the river all day.

Noises softly heard,
Oh so quietly.
Can you hear them?
The crickets chirping and the owls in the tree.
Under foot things scurry,
Running this way and that.
Natures graveyard shift,
Always something happening, don’t get hit by that bat.
Let the darkness surround you,
As you journey farther in.
Don’t let the dark scare you,
Very true it may seem grim.
Even though you may not see,
Nothing will do you harm.
The denizens of this not quite quiet place,
Unto you share their special charm.
Really it is truly safe for you,
Especially with me beside you.

Keep your head up,
Don’t get pulled down.
Keep on fighting to stay afloat,
Don’t give in and drown.
When the waves come crashing around you,
And you think all hope is lost.
Just remember I’ll be there for you,
No matter the cost.
Because I know,
Beyond the shadow of a doubt.
That if I were the one in trouble
And would help fish me out.

I look out at them,
Trying not to stare.
Wondering what their stories are,
How they came to be there.
Some look gruff and mean,
While others timid and nice.
All are mostly civil,
Ignoring each others stench and lice.
They are all ages,
Many sizes and skin colors too.
Each one waiting their turn,
To step up in the queue.
And as I serve them their food,
I come to realize as I hand them a bowl.
While they may have dirty faces,
Many of them have a golden soul.

Keeping to myself,
Not joining the rest.
Only I know why,
Truly it’s for the best.
Someday, maybe, my stomach won’t be in knots.

Wanting to dance with you,
To hold you close to me.
Moving to the beat,
You being the only thing I see.

But I know it won’t be,
No matter how much I wish it were.
Cause I’ve asked before,
And got the cold shoulder, brrrr.

Wondering how come,
How could this happen to me?
Yet still I don’t know.

To walk beside you,
In the soft moonlight.
That’d be grand,
All through the night.

To talk with you for hours,
Getting to know you better.
That’d be great,
Listening to your every word and letter.

To spend time with you,
Seeing your smile beam.
That’d be wonderful,
But alas, it’s only a dream.

Stacking them up high,
Thinking they can reach the sky.
Putting blocks seemingly on a whim,
But they fit into a plan to him.
Stack a red one there next to the green,
Making an amazing scene.
But when it’s all built,
And made not to tilt.
That’s when the real fun starts,
Because that’s when you knock it apart.

Yearning for it to happen,
Wishing it would come soon.
But knowing I still have to wait,
For Friday afternoon.
For that is when the good times start,
And I don’t really need to worry.
Because work is over for the week,
And I need not rush and hurry.
But it’s not quite time yet,
And it’s so far away it seems.
But until it actually arrives,
I’ll still have my delightful dreams.

Pouring out my thoughts,
Emotions being set free,
Now on the paper.

So many possibilities,
Of what could be hidden inside.
Is it a new book to read?
Or maybe a scooter to ride?

The suspense is killing me,
Part of me wants to rip it open.
And yet also,
To keep it sealed is another yen.

Because sometimes it seems,
As strange as this sounds.
The possibilities inside an unopened box,
To the imagination has no bounds.

I cannot go on,
Knowing you’re so far away,
But you’re in my heart.

Over the edge I stare,
Not quite ready to go,
Even though I know I must.
So far down through the air,
To the depths below,
Eyes on the prize is what I need to do to be nonplussed.
Perhaps if I wait long enough it will go away,
But I know it is not so,
Even though I wish it were that easy.
Yet I know it will take a leap of faith today,
Onto the path I must go,
Needing to keep on before I get queasy,
Down the mountain path I go.

So many offers,
Perhaps this one is good.
As I consider the options,
My brain wonders if I should.
Silently I ponder,
Can it be legit?
And as I think about it,
My trash folder is where I send it.

My escape is blocked,
Oh how I want to get out,
Patiently waiting.