Last refuge of the weak and belittled;
Final hope in hiding:
Armed with indifference’s mask
And sarcasm’s broad shield,
There’s the insidious impulse imploring me
To submit, To yield
Before insanity strikes his blow. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #6: Silence Is Golden”
Category: Poetry
Haiku Sunday – Mud 2
“Mud 2”
Caked-on mud bakes,
limbs sun-cast into bricks – my
earthenware armor.
Steve D
Color Schemes – What You Wanted
This is what you wanted,
So why are you always
Downing the liquid fire?
Browning out the times
Meant to be in full color.
Sacrificing the next day’s health
To the whims of the night before.
If you’re so happy
Why get so drunk?
Needing depressants to suppress
….what? Continue reading “Color Schemes – What You Wanted”
Haiku Sunday – Wind / Fu
“Wind / Fu”
Air does not settle.
Always moving, it surrounds
and envelops all.
Steve D
Dream Catcher – JG
Spider web woven
Future already chosen
The inevitable bent
Chances broken
Connected by a rusted token
Of all you’re willing to relinquish. Continue reading “Dream Catcher – JG”
Misplaced Missives #215: Dolls
Neither porcelain nor plastic,
Neither precious nor phony,
This is the testimony,
Ghost written to any and all,
Who not only fail but fall,
Into patriarchal pitfalls
Of treating women like dolls. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #215: Dolls”
Haiku Sunday – Overcast
“Overcast”
Stitch your clouds across
the sky, a billowing quilt
of heavenly down.
Steve D
Of Water and Wishes – JG
Tears to sail away on…
Frozen by the frigid you left in your wake.
Tears I pretend never fell,
All because of you and for your sake. Continue reading “Of Water and Wishes – JG”
Moonlit Musings – Entropy
Breaking Down
The more I learn the less I wish to speak
Leaving the silence to be filled
With big business jingles and the smallest of talk
Thousands mingle with single minded density.
In proportion? An intense propensity to hibernate –
Simple desire – To be left alone.
Haven’t seen anything better than this pretty
Colorful, hollow plastic ‘good’:
plastic gods,
better neighborhoods,
fast cars, faster food,
No pain and no scars. Continue reading “Moonlit Musings – Entropy”
Haiku Sunday – Afternoon
“Afternoon”
Golden light dapples
through leaves green and brown, like a
patchwork canopy.
Steve D


