haiku

Rise

The pencil is drawn

To pen and inks permanence

Yet only quills fly

~*~

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I’m All Right

Life for me has been;

a series of unseen turns.

Always back to start

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The End

Beginnings worry

Finishes haunt to the end

Ends start spirits then

~*~

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Classic Rock

When the day is done

And you wish to run on, then

You’re young and insane

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Note to Self

If you’re reading this

then it’s already too late

if not – disregard

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Mass Hallucinations

Lottery fevers

in the air, visions await

this next billionaire

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Anchors Away

~*~

Loose lips may sink ships.

But lovely lips will always

sink lonely sailors

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Byclops

When drawn to something

never seen, one eye open

keeps halfway between

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Rotten Eggs

What’s good for the goose
Also good for the gander
until one cries foul

~*~

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Well Dried

Now that I’ve written

Thoroughly of writers block

Nothing’s left to write

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Succinct

If there was to be
A one syllable haiku
It would be just peace

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Check Please

Sharing the bill with
vertical dyslexics
turns a we to me

~*~

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Beget This

Violence begets
violence, peace begets peace
Choices beget all

~*~

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The Son Never Sets

Forces of nature
always change, no blame or shame
yet man stays the same

~*~

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Namely Hurt

If next the atom
then stones and sticks – what’s to be
Geopolitics?

~*~

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On the Verge

Infinity is
Where the parallel converge
To again diverge

~*~

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Beauty’s Within

What’s a cameo
with only one layer showing?
A cameoflage

~*~

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Disordered

Order starts within
Chaos ends when you begin
Without cannot win

~*~

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One Won

~*~

A wordy poem
no one reads. Haiku condense
The poet concedes

~*~

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Bright Idea

What sticks in your head
and sees the darkness? It’s a
Go-Poe camera

~*~

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Is, is is

Once a word written
fiction is literally
a reality

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That’s Great

Talent’s not being

great at something you do, but

finding your greatness

~*~

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rhymesalot

Outpourings from the poor old porous mind of Steve Kittell