Haiku/Senryu -- Dawning

Waking up alone

I yawn as I remember

Loneliness was here

Haiku/Senryu -- Laugh It Off

It's rather painful

Walking into glass windows

The shame hurts the most

Haiku/Senryu -- Walk, Walk, Fashion, Baby

'Fierce' is so '08

Now we are Little Monsters

Gaga Ooh La La 

Haiku/Senryu -- Cold Hard Lesson

One lesson I've learned:

Never answer booty calls

When it's snowing out

Haiku/Senryu -- Elusive Fox

Anderson Cooper

Is just too hot for Twitter

Or this dumb poem

The Man Not Taken

Two men I met the other night

(And flirting is not my department)

Posed to me the guilty task

Of saying yes if either asked

To spend the night at his apartment.

But I took the other of the pair

Whom I guess had me better hooked,

Because he had shaggy unkempt hair

With a wide and rugged jaw so square

And was unaware how good he looked.

The one not taken, to my dismay

Had looks that were a tad too bland;

I just did not see him that way

(And the shaggy one was a better lay),

So I took the other by the hand.

And I shall be telling this little lie

With no intent to cause offense:

Two paths diverged that night, and I—

I took the less attractive guy;

And he made all the difference.

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[- Inspired by, and somewhat parodying The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. -]

A Second Grader's Love Poem

We’re only allowed to give out Valentines 

If we have enough for everyone.

But I promise this one is special. 

When Mommy noticed 

I made a spelling mistake, 

I didn’t just cross it out 

And write the right spelling next to it--

I threw it out and started writing it all over. 

I purposely kept it 

In my right hand 

The whole time while handing out the others. 

I made sure to hold it softly 

So it wouldn’t get all soggy 

With my sweaty hands. 

And I made sure to wash my hands 

When I came back from recess 

Before handing it to you. 

So please take it. 

Don’t let it get 

crumpled, 

or sweaty, 

or ripped. 

It looks like all the others, 

But I promise: 

this one 

is 

Special.

Marilyn Monroe Speaks of Magic

I am the witch that they hunted--

I speak to every woman 

who was burned alive for witchcraft 

after me.

Every woman who has ever 

been wronged, or set ablaze 

at the stake for their 

Magic.

You see your name in lights--

It is the signature 

of 

your 

~ soul 

on a contract 

to the World. 

Magic is not 

something that comes 

from within. 

It is cast upon you-- 

Powder and Power,

Film screens and silk seams,

Camera flashes and sashes of cashmere. 

Lashes and Fashion, 

Blond curls and unfurled bows, 

Rouge like blood and smudged lip balm,

Pomp and Pretense.

My daughters,

I promise you this: 

You can burn at the stake. 

But Magic 

not only 

makes us 

immoral;

It 

makes us 

Immortal.