He sleeps
She waits for him to awaken
Hoping for love
He works
She waits for his return
Hoping for love
He ignores
She waits for his response
Hoping for love
Her life
She waits for her companion
Hoping for love
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Broken
Betrayed by secrets
Hidden self, nobody knows
No love within lies
Today’s Haiku
Betrayed by secrets
Hidden self nobody knows
No love within lies
Trifecta Challenge: Black Wings
Went to a dark place with this particular Trifecta challenge.
CRAFT (noun)
1 : skill in planning, making, or executing : dexterity
2 a : an occupation or trade requiring manual dexterity or artistic skill <the carpenter’s craft> <the craft of writing plays> <crafts such as pottery, carpentry, and sewing>
b plural : articles made by craftspeople <a store selling crafts> <a crafts fair>
3 : skill in deceiving to gain an end <used craft and guile to close the deal>
My entry…
Punishment swift and vengeful
Devious, evil
Pain unrelenting
It burns, scorches my soul
There is no forgiveness for me or for her
Her craft – perfected in Hell
Black wings enfold me
Forever burning
A Ridiculous Limerick :)
**DISCLAIMER: If you are religious or offend easily, you probably will not find this funny. STOP READING NOW!**
The other night Billy and I were sitting around watching TV and we hear a news clip about a rock that went through a woman’s windshield. The newscaster then says something to the effect of “you’ll never believe what was on her dashboard that saved her life!”
Billy looked over at me and said, “Wouldn’t it be funny if she had a bobble-head Jesus on her dashboard and that is what saved her life?’
His comment made this happen in my head…
There once was a redneck named Bubba
Who didn’t have time for a wife
He crashed his truck while holding a knife
And bobble-head Jesus saved his life!
Trifecta Challenge: A Short Poem
This latest Trifecta challenge intrigued me and the first thing I thought of was a monster in my toe. The second thing I thought of was an evil entity in my cell phone that continually FORCES me to play Candy Crush. He’s a real bastard, I tell ya. I went with the asshole in my cell phone.
This week’s challenge: It’s now time for some Trifextra fun. Thirty years ago, Roald Dahl published the book Dirty Beasts, a collection of poems for children about weird and wonderful animals. The last poem, however, is called The Tummy Beast about a boy who thinks there’s someone living in his belly. Your Trifextra challenge is to write 33 words on a beast in an unusual place. No swamps or forests or caves, we really want you to take your beast out of its comfort zone.
My entry & please forgive my corresponding photo. It was the best I could come up with.
Oh! Mesmerizing Monster in my cell phone,
Why oh why won’t you leave me alone?
Candy crushing! Crushing candy! I can’t seem to quit!
Addicted I am and you give not one whit!
