Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

Yeah, some days are just like that

August 8, 2009 Leave a comment

O for a Booke and a shadie nooke, eyther in-a-doore or out;
With the grene leaves whisp’ring overhede, or the Street’s cryes all about.
Where I maie Reade all at my ease, both of the Newe and Olde;
For a jollie goode Booke whereon to looke is better to me than Golde.

— John Wilson


Haiku: Mean to Me

April 30, 2009 Leave a comment

He cries in my arms

They are mean to me, Mama

In my heart, a crack.

Updated version of my original haiku posted on
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