Moon glow lights amber On the fallow field at dusk #Huntersmoon rising #dailyhaikuprompt

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I volunteered for it I served it as I served veterans I was born and raised in it Loving it as I was told I sang its praises every school morning I prayed for it enmass. And now it is unrecognizable My country broken, dieing. A #conundrum loving it still. #vss365

I, as an atheist, would accept the Rapture just to get the fuck out of here.

Blue telling me he wants dinner.

What I felt as perfect love Left me soulless, empty. The #flinching I ignored for so long Was a truth seeking recognition. I was wrong in what I felt was true Only a brief interlude between lust And whatever lies I told myself. When is it right to feel vulnerable If love isn't the cure? #vss365

I spent the morning Fishing for salmon on the Sound With brothers who have guided and guarded, Fought and forgave, For all of my life. Simple pleasures on a calm sea Talking of nothing, everything Past, present, living, and dead Laughing and crying, For all that has passed. 1/2

I swear this belt Fit looser Before the cheesecake And ice cream. #vssdaily

I am eight years old I wait #patiently right here For the ice cream truck. #haikufeels

Pay no attention To the #patient in restraints He was President. #haikufeels

This is truth.

He stacks the courts with his friends, Orders his minions to vote And fill the seats with sycophants, Terrorizes the press to stay silent, Bullies the resistors into shelter, All to #elude the hangman's noose Over his less than stellar life So mommy and daddy will be proud Finally. #vss365 #poetry

Choose 20 paintings that have stayed with you or influenced you — one painting per day for 20 days, in no particular order. No explanations, no reviews, just paintings. #blueskyartchallenge #art #painting

Train retreats into the distance As the young man stands unsteady Carpetbag at his feet, wrinkled suit Hung unevenly on spare shoulders. Whatever future he foresees Must be better than the #past He clearly is running from. May we bless him with success Or should we just hope for him? #vss365

was it so simple a life when we played more than thought when grandparents looked young and parents looked unsure. what did we not see, hear did our neighbors look different or were the shades the same did we fear or cheer police. 1/2 #vss365 #past

The storm took away the beach. #beach #7syllablesentence

Where once was green grass Now mud prevails; wet, cloying. Clover expected. The hound had fun here Ripping up the manicured Lawn, after the rain. Oh well, he had fun The tail wags are evidence Such is his nature. #DailyHaikuPrompt #Mud/Clover #haiku #poem #writing #writingcommunity

Seated outside on my porch listening to the rain. A moment of peace in the hellscape of America.

Early morning cringe #boisterous toddler awake Wife wants more. Yeah, right!!! #dailyhaikuprompt #poetry

Earrings sparkle bright The #nacre catching the moon Lover in a trance. #haikuchallenge #poetry

She graced the café subliminally Her pose was assured, quiet, still The silver of her hair shimmering As diamonds on a calm sea. I approached with wary confidence Unsure of my own station in her orbit She tilted her head, acknowledging I was lost in her eyes. #writingprompt #inspiration

Aging has a lot of downsides New pains in places once whole Hair either leaving or graying Yet the worst parts of all Are the heroes and mentors Long loved and admired Who pass away seemingly daily And all you can do is cry. #poetry #aging

Another chilling mourning Of young lives cut short. A media storm of opinions Drown out the plaintive cries "Stop, stop, stop this carnage!" As leaders bow and scrape To the monied interests And urge thoughts, prayers To appease the masses 1/2 #itstheguns

Seems a fair critique To point out the conundrum Of a species thought #sentient Openly working against itself Dooming its home planet To a long, slow, preventable death. #vss365

Remember the good old days when we thought the worst people were the Westboro Baptist Church?

We pay no attention to The sausage made in politics Until the #mundane metastisizes Into the horrific and ludicrous. Now we wonder who was supposed to Watch the cretins in their suits. Tis we! Tis us! We are the watchers. Only ourselves to blame. #vss365

One foot, in front of the last Across the expanse, we repeat, Away from the discord and calumny Far from the madness in pursuit. It is not wanderlust that drives us But the search for the truth we lost When we accepted falsehoods And gave away everything. #wander #repeat #2wordprompt #poetry

A day on the Oregon Coast.

#whistpr 1/4 Morning, before the heat marries humidity and suffocates the will to sit, I set my book upon the makeshift table made, from the bones of end tables and rusted sides.

T'was a long way down When i peeked over the cliff edge Not sure I'll #risk it. #haikufeels #haiku #risk

Morning light diffuser through windows In need of a cleansing hand. Yet brightens the little room Where dreams have drifted away And left a shallow sigh, a smile, A happier heart not tainted By the news of last night's vigil Or daylights revelations. 1/2 #poetry #vss365

Maybe my heart is tangled In a nest of wire encased Sprung from desires unbidden, Unanswered, unaccepted. I can sense the trap I've laid For myself, these years in hiding. Now, the love I want to feel Lies stripped, broken. 1/2 #vssdaily #wire

It was a low, growling #hum Underlying the tension A sinister tone dimming the sunlight In our eyes, as we glanced, Furtively, Around the park land. We saw it land near here Moments ago, but nothing, Not a blade of grass disturbed. Just the #hum, just there, Imperceptibly louder. #vss365

Well, crap!!! Had a whole weekend of theater planned and now I have Covid.

Do you remember the days when we thought the world was Crimson and Clover? Are we so far away from those days where now crimson colors classrooms and cheeks of caught politicians. #vss375 #crimson

I saw in you so many things, #Promises of joy, laughter, A good, long life creating, Building, loving, growing. And then the nail failed The mirror exploded on the floor And in those million pieces I saw nothing in that face But the pain of lost dreams. #vss365

I follow your steps As a #sunflower follows You are my sunlight. #Dailyhaikuprompt #sunflower

Spent last evening sailing on a schooner off Biloxi. What a nice, quiet time.

Though I might deviate from the prescribed As I live the life of my choosing Your opinion suggests I'm a #deviant Yet, is my way not but another path One might saunter upon freely? A deviation, one might say. Is that not allowed in a land of the free? #vss365

To dress as proper As a penguin in his finest form Presents this humble soul As more than he wills to admit A cumberbund stuffed to bursting Shiny shoes too narrow to last A tie worn once, not ever again. For this, I have paid, will pay, But yon daughter will wed And a burden handed away. #vss365

Tries me trying to try this. #7syllablesentence #try

It came to this After all sustenance was gone To look to our fading brethren On this isolated rock in space A little #masala disguised the source As we consumed the few Destined to keep us alive. #vss365

He dreams of the prize fight Glory heaped on his winning Trains as he can at home There is no funding to help him Achieve the dream. So, to live, he works long hours Sweatshop mundane labor At Amazon, he is just a #boxer Packing others' dreams While his gloves gather dust. #vss365

The orange buffoon is just the clown car to distract us. The Heritage Foundation must be stopped. Cut off the head of the snake.

We live in the grip of myopic #nostalgia Too many want a return to a time Where they were told life was better Where things were simpler and kind. Yet those who lived it and felt it Know that it was different, not better Only those who feel they are a Master race Could want that time again #vss365

If only I could Count the times you spoke if love Zero doesn't count. #haikufeels #count #haiku ##writingcommunity