Jonathan Ojanpera's Blog, page 16

Is It?

Is it a gentle brush or a slip of the tongue
A passer by or the frequented friend
Does the veil of purity soothe the burn
Is faith the liberator of his every sin
Does pretending in pretend keep it real
Will you cry in my lap while he ignores
How about the other, the her and the him
Would they sit comfortably in this room
Will your aim be validated by two pairs of arms
Will I find tired reasoning, the splitting of hairs
Is it something I have concocted or do I see
Tell me again, is mention o...

Haibun for Summer

She broke today. More like cracking, she must have known this was coming. Involuntary flag waving, white, though this is not her end. She will fight with her pinpoint sunshine and clear blue ceilings. Her last stand will match the yellows and reds of the forests, a loitering gypsy dismissed. The heat of her own fury burned her, yielded to Autumn’s soft calls.

summer loses hold

pending treaty with autumn

slowly worn away

Her rains will falter, a puddle dry, no longer weeping. The end is ne...

Dog Shift on the Neighbor’s Lawn

Johnny Ojanpera:

Ever wonder what we sound like?

Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:

Sunday, August 16th ~ DOG SHIFT ON THE NEIGHBOR’S LAWN needs to be cleaned up because it’s really annoying. Gosh, let’s hope that Kat, Johnny and Annette do not forget their little bowser bags for this show, eh? If you don’t see them out there cleaning up in the yard, it’s because they are busy putting the September issue of The Magic Happens together @ http://www.themagichappens.com and would LOVE f...

Awake

race the sun for days
a win toward a day begun
might find what I won

Filed under: Haiku, Photography/Art, Poetic Tagged: clouds, haiku, inspiration, nature, new day, sunrise

Softer Still

You long for sea oats and a spot in the sand

I only give you sagebrush and a steep climb

Ask me for the warmth of the ocean just south

We travel far west, a freezing mountain lake

Seeing where I come from and where it all leads

Every way the opposite of things you’ve seen

Then grace infused every cell you possess

Cloaked you in a comfort for my foreign ways

Now you adorn me with bunches of snipped sage

Walking you down the banks to dangle your toes

Home, as only your beach ever could comp...

It Begins

Good morning, friends. I am up with the chickens as usual, so I thought it would be nice to share the sunrise with all of you. Today will be better.

-Johnny

Filed under: Photography/Art Tagged: have a great day, pictures, sunrise, thoughts, up early

Quiet

The edge of voicing what it all looks like

From a perspective that feels all wrong

Still it fits the atmosphere just right

Enough to let it become my words today

Truth mating with my inherent anger

Chemical spill pouring through the edits

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So at home with luck’s bottomless lulls

Attacking windmills no longer a chore

Leaving fingerprints all over the trigger

Refused her advice for something gentle

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But for the firm bite on my tongue today

And how I swallow the poison it produced

My attack b...

Dressed Tall

dressed tall pretty pink
headdress in petals of lace
drawn in nature’s grace

Filed under: Haiku, Photography/Art, Poetic Tagged: beauty, crepe myrtle, Flowers, grace, lace, pictures

Dirty

Love, the smoking barrel drive-by

The gimme more for less than free

Fifty floor glide to who knows where

Blind mouse running into painted walls

A sullied give a fuck no, know more

The dollar for the hooker’s dance

Crooked smile happenstance

Street dweller, crack smoke trance

Love, it matters most to those

Every thirsty screen-stare stance

All together pretend to have it

Beggar’s luck if only to find why

Photo

Filed under: Poetic Tagged: blindness, confusion, fake people, love, relationships...

Heated

This air I breathe is too hot
No climate can cool it
My water, every drop
Like love stolen
Given, it never stops

Plea gone unanswered
Lungs burning hot
Greedy takers in wait
Like deposits offered
Should be given not

But the air will burn me
In and out I’ll push
Sure the pattern will hold
Consigned to be filched
Parceled love so bold

Photo

Filed under: Poetic Tagged: burning lungs, giving love away, greed, heartache, robbed