Some Pre-Christmas Haikus

Creatures of commerce
Dead expressions in their eyes
Mindlessly shopping

Buy bigger, better
Advertisements everywhere
Never good enough

Quaint trappings of souls
Lost on the road to nowhere
O Suburbia

Strings of colored lights
Tacky ornamentation
Battling neighbors

Need for perfection
Destroys holiday spirit
And misses the point


Whistle Blowin'

I don’t usually write poetry, but I scribbled this out last night and thought I’d share:

Whistle Blowin’

Everyday I see
Trains pass,
And I think about
Hopping on,
Like a traveler
With a knapsack
On his shoulder,
To take me away
From here.

A Spin on Frost

I don’t really get poetry.  It’s not that I don’t like it, I just don’t understand most of it.  I don’t properly appreciate it no matter how hard any of my former English teachers and professors tried to teach it.  I can say that I like a lot of song lyrics, as well as death poems written by Zen monks, and I also tend to like Robert Frost.  Much like Ponyboy, my favorite is probably Nothing Gold Can Stay, though I also like Fire and Ice.

Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

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