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So good Lee and M.Hello! I'm still alive.
The mores of dress
Left her naked and alone
A past to atone.
Paulette, world weary,stripped of mores, soon embarked
on shopping forays.
In a midnight mallshe found her bail, in the guise
of a clearance sale.
Hello, Ryan!Soon her ship came in,
its name eBay. She rushed on
board, then saled away.
G’day, M :)The proud ship, eBay,
scourge of the seas, was grounded
by steep PayPal fees.
No lifeboats manned, norlife ring thrown, she might have drowned,
but floated a loan.
Alone, without men,Paulette her guard down without
Closets to be found.
She jumped from her sleepDreaming of eBay: ways to pay;
incited dread for the day.
Her harsh eagernessLeft her wanting to be free
Of being earnest.
She tried to think, gaveit her durnest. How to dump
both Frank and Ernest?
'Dump one or both?' she thoughther bills needed paying
and things to be bought.
(There's a grammatical error there, right? so here's the alternative)
'Dump one or both?'
she weighed her options
making a decision from 'satisfaction'.
At the moment, it was the only thing I could think of to rhyme with Ernest.They drank enough scotch
to drown in, then lit cigars
and brought a clown in.
Clowns, scotch and cigars:A good nightime mix?
The worst by far.
Hers, a mood best steeped,unstirred, of leaves rust mottled,
strange chords vaguely heard.
Wow that is good M!A picture steeped in
beauty. Subject: a house front.
Wisely aged in bronze
A tiny bronze charmA house with shining doorways
Sealed closed forever
Its dim, engraved dialand dusty chime were relics
of a handmade time.
Sewing our momentsTogether in a patchwork
Quilt of memories
Grey fur fluffed under chinAntenna hairs on ear tips
Warm cat under hand.
A life held in handAdoration undeserved
Cat is friend most true
In slumber, lovelyNew creation, a born child.
Wondrous gift from God
(One could guess I was going to originally say a line about a person holding a baby as that ties it to the previous haiku but I am just not that good at doing this well, lol).
Smitten by kitten,The child of God looked at fur
And began to purr.
M wrote: "Hers, a mood best steeped,unstirred, of leaves rust mottled,
strange chords vaguely heard."
So evocative M. Beautiful.
Thank you, Guy!A disheveled cat
with amber eyes climbed rusting,
creaking fire escapes,
sniffed burger wrappers,
dodged horse flies, and peered in rooms
through torn, faded drapes.
Book anchors papers,Pink note taped to smooth black rock
polished by water.
serious poemswith serious themes, a rock,
a tree, and laughter.
He craved buttered scones,was often cross, rolling stones
yet gathering moss.
The hot crossed bunangrily tossed a mossy stone,
unbuttered, alone.
“Better sad, alone,”he muttered, “than a croissant
or scone unbuttered.”
The old baker workedfrom dusk til dawn—he had no
bun to come home to.
:-)Croissant and butter
alone can atone for much,
dawn's rise and twilight.
The line dead, he staredat the phone. There was nothing
for which to atone.
Nothing could atone his rageas the dial-tone reached him.
He huffed; silently seething.
Live once for your dreams.Nancy Sinatra's advice:
You only live twice.
Her voice conjured docks,luffing sails, barnacled rocks,
and gleaming deck rails.
To sail through a lifeoverlooks how many wrecks
lay on ocean rocks.
To glide like a shipPast all the trodden terrors
Into the future!
Bags of prospectors’flakes of gold lay among ribs
of a bleached wreck’s hold.
Movements poetic, strokes on canvas:Swishing! Twisting! To and fro',
An artist's story untold.
The grace of garbageMoves oozily to the swamp
Alive! So alive.
'Life is trash: trash is life'The garbage man hums;
Into the night.
Out of the refusea creature sprang in tie-dyed
bell-bottoms, and sang.
Names thrown in a hat...half withdrawn absent reason.
Futures changed like that!
The hat was leather,wide-brimmed, torn, and had long been
an object of scorn.
Spring brought rain, FedExedfruit/nuts baskets, high-priced gas,
and floating caskets.
Charon sighed, then leanedon the oars. “Rum would be nice,
and maybe some S’mores.”
Charon’s rum ran dry,he gave a grunt, docked his oars,
streamed Emily Blunt.
Charon watched her, stunned,a-quiver. A line had formed
to cross the river.
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