I seeeeeeeee the light...

as dim as it may be...
Hallelujah brothers and sisters,
it is now all right with me.
praise cheeses, hail madre',
let's go and sin no more.
mea culpa, take a gulpa.
don't forget to wash your feet.
speak your tongues and flagellate,
shout the message far and wide.
no more sinners. no more sinners.
be good. let go. let guide.
I want to be as holy
as the neighbors up the street.
help me, help me lawdy.
this could take most of the week.
Amen. Amen. Amen I say to you.
Amen. Amen. Amen and genuflect.
Lettuce prey.

Haiku in Paradise...

Sparrow's Haiku Contest topic is PARADISE.

Have your entry in by 10 pm tonight.


Never leaving your
arms even when you are gone.
Knowing I am loved.

Time will tell...

maybe.
maybe not.
maybe a little.
maybe a lot.
let it be
whatever it is.
in time.

other dances...

I am with you
like no one else
when sleep
comes slow and
dreams are dark.

A new voice...

Mrs. Bane has posted two pieces at BaneRants.
The lady is, indeed, first class.

Haiku and helping our soldiers...

Sparrow... bless her chirpy heart... is changing the
Haiku Contest prize this week. Just a bit.
UPDATE: Vote for your favorite by 11 pm Thursday.

In the name of the winner/winners, she will be making
donations to CJ at A Soldier's Perspective and another
donation to Bouhammer. They both need help getting
coffee and food to our fighting soldiers.

Even if you don't have a haiku to enter, go to either of
those military blogs and read what they are trying to do
for our soldiers in harm's way. You can make a donation
yourself or ask friends, family, neighbors to help, too.
If several throw in a little, it will add up quickly. Please.

oh... the contest.

This week's word is: FATHERS

Have your entries in by Wednesday at 10 pm.

Table for one...

Liars in love fool
no one but themselves. Left to
wonder what went wrong.

Superficial talk
no more, no less. It isn't
me, it's you. Really.

Uncommon sides make
genius dance insanity.
Waltzing with nightmares.

Seaside...

a night
and then a day.
sweet time
savored full.
thank you wanderlust.

you can't go wrong...

if you watch my eyes
and do what I'm thinking.

Potholes and highways...

C'mon, folks. We need to ramp up!

Sparrow needs a lot more entries for her Haiku Contest.

The topic for this week is: THE ROAD.

Submit your entry by 10 pm tonight.
You might be the winner who gets to pick one of our soldiers
to receive a Deluxe Care Package from Sparrow.

my entries:

I'd rather take the
quiet lane than highway speed.
To explore, detour.

Life's travels vary.
They take you far and away
yet can bring you back.

UPDATE: You have until 11 pm Thursday to vote for your favorite.

UPDATE #2: THE VOTING MACHINE IS FIXED. VOTE BY FRIDAY 11 pm.

Unclear...

early morning
salt air damp
blurs the words
on the page.
or is it
salty tears.
with either one
I cannot see
what it is
in front of me.
am I
or am I not.

Synapse...

quiet is not
silence.
I miss the
quiet
most of all.

Sometimes less is more...

like now.

Faithfulness...

is the topic for this week's Haiku Contest at Allatwitter.

Deadline to submit your entry is 10 pm tonight.

UPDATE: Vote for your favorite by 11:00 pm Thursday.

my entries:


Does not waiver in
the face of danger or in
less than best of times.

*

Make a commitment
honestly, from your heart, in
truth and for all time.

It's a package deal...

...a mixed bag.

Life ain't always pretty.

I ain't always pretty. (yeah, surprise, right?)

24/7 doom and gloom, wail and whine.

STOP IT!

Tough times can be worked through. Alone or together.
Don't wait to be rescued. Save yourself. Do your job.
The job of living, not just surviving.

Whatever is beautiful, good, worthwhile... will be missed
and possibly lost if we don't look for it. Make the effort.

Not saying wrongs should be ignored. Or excused.
Work with it, fix it or make something better.
You can. We can. I can.

Time wasted. Time lost.
How much time do we have here?
Hold an ice chip between your fingers as it melts away.
That is how a day disappears when we wallow in the yuck.

We create our own balance. A constant juggling act.
Dodging, deflecting... and reaching.
Searching, wondering, finding.

Somedays, the only gratitude found is for still breathing.
It's a start.

Who am I talking to? Myself, just myself.

Words...

Witholding words and, thus, myself.
No trust enough to tell all to anyone.
No one anywhere who can coddle and absorb and still
remain the same, loving, after knowing all that is.

Indeed, myself as most do, parse words carefully, even
in our own hearts.

Some words are painted glossy to look better than they are.
Some are weighted so as to never surface, certainly not
in daylight for others, and often not either known in our
own nights.

Sometimes tripping over the shadows (there are always
shadows since nothing true disappears completely), the
bolt of pain in the stubbed toe flashing a memory of self
back to surface. A moment only long enough to frantically
push it back into the basement and slam the door closed again.
Looking behind self, fearful that someone might have noticed,
might have recognized an unadmitted truth.
Then walked away. Ashamed for knowing.

But, no. No one else.
I keep myself alone enough to pick and choose, pick and choose
carefully, what words will be dressed for dinner.
Offered on a gilt-edge platter. Will be only my best at any table shared.
Why do we fluster so about how to know others while we fail
to know ourselves?

Words not spoken may reveal more truth than those brandished
in the open.

Not at all what you would think.
If you saw.
If you knew.