15h L B
Haiku Donna
Wrapped in warm blanket
Another day is over
Stars twinkle brightly
L B 19h
The sky cannot get through
a day of blue
...and what happened
to those billows of white
took my mind to flight
in their pure puffy
“Imagine that!”
We had names for our dreams
back then
When nature was art....

We just went with it
Things have changed-- really.
  1d L B
Flip Nosa
I'm beginning to like this Sport.
Hockey girl.

I'm getting comfortable around you hockey girl
I'm getting use to the cold tryin' not to fold hockey girl
I'm learning how to skate, them chairs far away hockey girl
I'm not gonna lie, I do fall and fall again as I try to stand hockey girl

Oh what a game hockey girl
I'm a summer boy, l love grass and the cleats hockey girl  
I'm a gym boy, I rather do weights and do the jumpman hockey girl
I like to think I'm a sport guy but hockey wasn't mine hockey girl

Where I was born hockey wasn’t a sport hockey girl
Sometimes I would think "how can I learn a new sport at one and twenty" hockey girl
Back in the day I used to think hockey was white and not black hockey girl
Now I'm beginning to realize that hockey is black and white hockey girl

Sometimes the pads and apparel gets heavy and uncomfortable hockey girl
Learning a new sport can be tough hockey girl
I play to not get in the box hockey girl
I sincerely hope I don’t disappoint you hockey girl.
FYI: This poem goes to a good friend of mine
I just wanna say thank you as I share my mind
Do not wait by the door
Spangle your flame
in the starlit pond
Sheep that you're counting
have long gone home
Let them be

she walks incognito
drips down a broken roof shingle
you won't know
when she lays
your head
oh so gently
on her shoulder
  2d L B
Tonight Hunraqan
roams the night
lifting the shroud
of dark clouds
so the moon can peek
down  on my long dreams
of water, and the mystery
of sleep; I am tranquil
one eye open, thankful
for the respite of brief light
while somewhere a plank
floats east to the Atlantic
carrying a forgotten book
of the K'iche' Maya language
with my name inscribed
just inside, I sigh, oh why
heart of my sky, why?
Wikipedia:  Huracan[1] (/ˈhʊrəkən, ˈhʊrəˌkɑːn/; Spanish: Huracán; Mayan languages: Hunraqan, "one legged"), often referred to as U K'ux Kaj, the "Heart of Sky",[2] is a K'iche' Maya god of wind, storm, fire and one of the creator deities who participated in all three attempts at creating humanity.[3] He also caused the Great Flood after the second generation of humans angered the gods. He supposedly lived in the windy mists above the floodwaters and repeatedly invoked "earth" until land came up from the seas.*
  2d L B
I who would rather
clean out The Louvre
than the gutter
am as fierce as the dust
on a rose who
will never be read
by the warrior caste
a shadow among shadows
chapters of faults
in the valleys of death
my stead, my curse
is the sadness
that ties your lips
I know there is nothing
for me beyond this world
especially without
enough friends to bury me
see what I mean (?)
denying the most noble
truths because I see
them singular
silent as a cut jugular
with no further retinue
dreaming of pyramids
and Machu Picchu
and did you know that
I live just one block from Peru (?)
it’s true, look me up
on the road  that’s not yet
washed out
my life I love it but
not that much
in the dark under the water
of my shadow music
my form and substance
becoming lonely and blue
as the forevers.
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