A poem about the misguided affairs of the heart. Swept up and swept away, never thinking about the real price you pay.
The sum of all regrets Like dew drops in my hand Drying in the morning sun And leaving nothing left But the air I breathed That filled me up Was good enough Good enough
Today’s poem is about love, connection, and touch.
Ego Trap Ego overtook Speed trap coming up on right Slowing down, humbly FHL Faith, hope, love, always Far beyond the veil and pale My belief in you Trigger Gripping the gun tight Trigger finger, so itchy Targets never know Haiku, haiku, haiku! I loves it, yes I does, precious! 5/7/5 syllables, precious. GoodsContinue reading “Haiku Triplet”
Good lord, I can’t believe it. Me, a guy who is so security and privacy conscious, who is IT-literate and generally pretty smart, fell for one of the oldest scams in the book. Well, not quite fell, but almost. Scams are rife in the world of online dating. Lonely older people are easy to preyContinue reading “Online Dating Scams – don’t be a target and a victim”
Yeah, I’m a bit of a sap when it comes to love.
Still looking. Still waiting. Still imagining.
I’ve got a good feeling.
The mirror image was unflattering. She had been trying on dresses for the last hour. They always looked better on the rack and in the fitting rooms before she bought them. She knew there was something about the mirrors in stores. Like the ones at carnivals, but warping everything to look better (maybe she shouldContinue reading “Date Night. A short tale.”
Okay, so I got tired of writing dark poetry. This one’s a little amusing. And 5/7/5 syllable Haiku’s are entirely appropriate for short-lived non-romances.
This is based on my own experiences, of course. I’m sure other people have a great time on their online dates.
Here is a linked list of every poem I’ve composed on my blog, so far. Hope you like them.
Here’s to the wellspring never running dry.
I like writing poems about love.
Still hanging out for it. Someday it’ll find me.
Hopefully, when it does, I won’t be like the skeleton at the bus stop.
Another experimental poem from me. Just in that kind of mood.
As a Christian I find I don’t write enough poetry about my God. Time to rectify that.
Love and online dating. My poem of indifference, with a difference.
How many times do I have to mention that I love Haiku and its 5/7/5 syllable structure?
Here’s three completely unrelated Haiku I wrote a few minutes ago.
Ever get the feeling you didn’t get it right the first time? Or the second? Here’s a poem I wrote to celebrate third time lucky, whenever and wherever she may be.
An experimental poem using only three syllables per line. Hope you like it.
Some of us run wildly through life, without care or concern for the consequences. Some of us tread cautiously, looking both ways, weighing the odds.
Some of us let our fears overcome us, and before we know it, we’re approaching middle age and still don’t know how to avoid life’s oncoming cars.
So, just what is my purpose in the grand scheme of things? I have to admit, most of the time I’m not sure. Does this make me a bad Christian? No. At the very least, it makes me human.
Ever been in love with someone that doesn’t know it? Maybe you have, maybe you haven’t. Maybe this poem means nothing to you.
But if you have, this poem may mean everything and more.
My second face-to-face date (and third woman I’ve spoken to*). Not so bad. Had a nice meal. Company was okay. Looking like my ex-wife was not a positive point.
This came to me this morning. I love Haiku – it’s simple 5/7/5-syllable structure is challenging, but allows one to speak volumes with its brevity.
Another poem I wrote. I guess I’m in a poem writing mood, at the moment.
I hate Valentine’s Day.
I don’t like the rampant commercialism. I don’t like being railroaded into an expectation of gift giving due to a marketing exercise based on a particular day. And I don’t like being alone on said stupid day.
In the 1980’s, an English musician called Howard Jones released a great single called What is Love (Anyway).
Today, I find myself asking that question more and more. It’s not like I haven’t been in love before; I have a few times, but I don’t consider those times as “real love”. It’s something I’m still waiting for.
Alpha Girl reclines on the lounge and eyes me venomously. “So when are you going to get out and meet someone? I know it’s hard, you being a loser and all, but other people do it.”
Beta Max thumbs his Xbox controller and nods. “She’s right you know. You’ve been a hermit for too long, man.”
Through artful manipulation of multiple controller buttons I eliminate his on screen avatar, turn and smile at them both. “I’ll have you know that I’ve thought about that. I’m writing a blog about it later.”