A few haiku

key under the mat universal self-delusion

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parking lot valet
a well groomed magpie
cleans my grill

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tender little dove
how that peregrine ogles
your plump breast

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all those remarks
she should not have made
beetles in the rice

Summer Fun Verses

The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is SUMMER FUN

Image: Jill wellington — Pixabay

Well, I’m looking out on a white world and watching more snow come down, so I’ll have to draw from memory’s pages — or scribblings. On Sunday evening I opened a tub that’s been stored away for awhile. This is my “finish and polish someday” tub. I dug through various scribblings and pulled out a number of half-baked poems to work on and post later. I’ve decided to type everything onto computer files ASAP, just to get rid of the paper clutter, and work on them as I have time.

Here are a few micro-poems that fit the SUMMER FUN category:

My best effort
to join the wren
in joyful melody;
sadly my tune
just hasn’t the wings!

morning light
Venus and a sparrow
share the bird bath

moth floating
in the bird bath
no life jacket

in this wind
even the young lord’s kite
bows

Prompt Combo

The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning was VANQUISH

sun’s golden spears
vanquish moon and stars
triumphant new day

And here’s a haiku I wrote a month ago, after visiting our church’s parking lot. Call it a post- COVID verse:

once vanquished
poplar sprouts take back the land
no parking these days

The Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt was PEACE

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So here’s a response that incorporates both:

Aggravating fly vanquished
Peac
e restored. Momentarily.

Resting

The Ragtag Daily Prompt today is EASY-GOING

Since this prompt was my suggestion,
I’ll offer this pastoral little verse to go with it.

Bull.Ralph.Siebeck
Image: Ralph Siebeck — Pixabay

RESTING

Hendrick the Hereford rests in the shade
having fulfilled his duties;
all summer long life was a song
romancing bovine beauties.
Now it’s fall and he feels the call
to loaf in the dappled dale,
munch his way through a bale of hay
and swat pesky flies with his tail.