#NaPoWriMo 2017, poem 22

I tried a variant on the haiku form…multiple haiku with the same first two lines and different third lines.

Koi pond full of fish

Cute flippers, whiskers, mustache

I want to taste them

Koi pond full of fish

Cute flippers, whiskers, mustache

They sure look meaty

Koi pond full of fish

Cute flippers, whiskers, mustache

Google: no recipes

Koi pond full of fish

Cute flippers, whiskers, mustache

Seems they taste real bad

Koi pond full of fish

Cute flippers, whiskers, mustache

So nice to look at

Koi pond full of fish

Cute flippers, whiskers, mustache

Pretty, lovely fish

NaPoWriMo 2017, poem 19

When people don’t reply

to email, texts, messages, calls,

I begin to write fiction

in my mind.

They must be busy

They must not care

They must hate me

They must be sick

They must be dead

Do I try again to rouse a response?

If I do, will it wake up

the dearly departed

or am I merely kicking someone

when they are down?

There is never a right answer

to the questions I ask myself

or others.

People were designed for face to face.

But here we are, so many miles

apart so I keep on pinging, nagging,

digging up daisies

until it kills me.

NaPoWriMo 2017, poem 16

“Jesus died for your sins.”

Wait…what?

But “He is risen”

so how is He dead?

 

True stories – hadith —

of the Prophet Muhammad

told by trusted narrators

but…some of these storytellers

contradict each other.

 

Zen’s surface — a web of contradictions.

Each koan designed to take you beyond

thinking there is

something solid about your ego

and its beliefs.