(Blue and)
Purple Shades of Love
(A Tetra Tanka)

Love me not just blue,
It ain't the love of a few;
Love me just purple—
Let lusting be not—no way—
Such a wild, vicious circle.

Love me tender, long,
Be mine —like a forev'r belong,
Freckled, sagging skin—
Don't matter —be my kind kin,
Right Here —and I ain't no wrong.

Their truth can't be lies—
Twinkle in the eyes may fade;
Don't ever be sad;
I'll love you deeper —like mad
You're my home in soledad

I've a place in me—
In spite of you and me too;
Come let me hide you—
From the whole world, and me too—
Lest so much beauty I rue.

//Thought for the Day//

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My Anodyne
(A Reverse Hainka)

Breathe thy breath into a wreath,
And it shall never taste death;
Touch my hand in dreams,
And I shall come alive forev'r—
My sweet elixir!
Thou art anodyne—
For all that I'd else suffer;
And Thou art the wine.

//Thought for the Night//

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Ah,


(A Septa Tanka)

Her purple promise—
Her spirit smells like Roses—
My heart is bleeding
For a ghostly two-much touch,
Ain't, therefore, no life — as such!

Ah, Sweet Strangers' scent
Now stands completely full spent—
How we both repent!
This familiarity
Breeds such a cunning contempt. 


//Captioned//

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Light
(A Haiku)

As frail as weather,
She's —as light as a feather—
My stout heart loved her.

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Caffeinated Nights
(A Haiku Plus)

She's dark, black coffee—
In the caffeinated nights, 
Too hot to handle—
My senses she does swindle!

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Purple Loyalty
(A Tanka)

Ah, verdant virtue
Pink frame, ebony cascades
Fade to gray in Time.
Purple color's royalty
Lasts till the last —come what may!

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I'm the Tide (and the Tempest)
( A Reverse Tanka and  A Double Tanka)

I have waited long enough
For the tide just to recede—
Stymied to the hilt
Unable just to precede;
Now, I'll be the tide
To take Me along—
Nothing will ev'r be more right
The demons to fight—
Taking 'em all full headon
And flood the brims of the Sea.
I am the tides' Sea
In this Life's scary slugfest,
I myself shall test
The n'rves of the waves dreary—
I've found Me —epiphany!

//Thought for the Night//

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An Ode to



In the realms of mere fiction,
You're my bookmarked addiction—
I may wand'r to the next page,
But I'd oft act just unsage—
Come back to you and reread,
You are my savvey's mad creed.
Each time I take a new look,
Each time, you are a new book.
In your skinny slender form,
I see big fat nuanced norm;
A souvenir to sweet sense,
You are my real pretense;
You are such a conundrum
As, each time, leaves me just numb;
A chapt'r little understood,
Pure Mystery's personhood.
In you, all stories converge,
You must be the sweetest dirge—
A r'frain of the Song of Life,
The rhyme in prosaic strife.

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Fast Fading Courtesy
(A Tanka)

I still remember
Your cute courteous sorry—
Such dear attitude!
All I see now is its full—
Sustained scornful—desuedtude.

//Thought for the Night//

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The Dove's Dilemma
(A Haiku)


Dulcet, docile dove
Got stalked, and hawked in pure love—
Ah, such awful woe!

//Thought for the Night//

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