Missed me? I had to take a break from posting for a month due to personal stuff, but while I was away I wrote a bunch of new poems (24 to be exact), and rather than add to my last poetry repository, I figured I might as well just create a separate post instead.
So without further ado, here you go:
OVERLAP
One man murders another man
Only to then be killed himself
One crime overlapping with another
Mistaken for a double-homicide…
A HAUNTED MOON
A broken, rusted starship
Caught in a planet’s orbit
Mistaken for a small moon
With a station built within
And an alien pilot
Like a tall, white jellyfish
Unable to communicate
Mistaken for a ghost…
SEEING FATE
An ancient building
Sees the modern one
Just across the street
A grim reminder
Of what is to come…
MORE THAN ENOUGH (HAIKU)
Dark trees and a dark-blue sky
Lit only by the small, crescent moon
But still enough light; more than enough
FLASHBACKS (HAIKU)
To cringe,
Or not to cringe?
…To cringe…
BLACK SHEEP
Woman, living with her husband and sons
Misunderstood by them all
Man, living with his wife and daughters
Misunderstood by them all
GUILT
Wallowing in the guilt of mistakes long passed
Wishing now for the happiness of others
When I should instead be wishing for my own
ALWAYS A REASON
Humans of the far future
Fly away to somewhere new
A lush, habitable world
Away from all the conflict
Of the Earth they left behind
A great opportunity
For a rare, fresh beginning
To erase the past mistakes
…But soon, new conflicts arise
Always a reason to fight…
IN ANOTHER LIFE
In another life
Maybe you became
The hero you always
Wanted to be
Or maybe you became
The villain instead
Or maybe in that life
You’re a nobody
Just like you are here
PAINTINGS (HAIKU)
The only way to see
The influencers of the past
How they wanted to look
REMNANTS
A faded billboard, barely visible
With an outdated logo and font
A relic of the past, soon forgotten
Like wrinkles, chipping away at youth
INVASION! (HAIKU)
Aliens invading the Earth,
In search of better opportunity…
Why does this sound familiar?
ONE AND THE SAME
A trio of travelers
One of The Roman Empire
One of Ancient Greece
And one of the old Norse lands
All at odds with one another
But together they enter
The realm of the Gods
Where they find a tall, bearded man
His face aged with eternal wisdom
“I am King of all Gods,” he says
“But which?” A traveler asks,
“Zeus? Odin? Jupiter?”
The God King raises an eyebrow,
“I am all those names, yet none.”
SOME THINGS REMAIN
Settlers arrive in America
Quickly, they construct a lighthouse
A design dating back to Ancient Greece
A sign of the things that remain
No matter how far humanity may go…
NOTHING LOST (HAIKU)
No matter the road taken
At least one thing will be missed out on
So nothing is lost, really…
FRIENDS
Real friends
Imaginary friends
Artificial friends
At this point,
What’s the difference?
IRONY OF A NAME
Foreign parents, now settled in America
Give their new-born a name from their culture
When an “American” name would have made more sense
Meanwhile, back in their home country
A different new-born is given an “American” name
By their Hollywood-obsessed parents
When a non-American one would have made more sense
REST AREAS
Rest areas on the highway
Different from continent to continent
Or even country to country
Let alone region to region
Not to mention state to state
Yet they all serve the same purpose…
ANCIENT ECHOES
Hercules and Thor, both sons of God-Kings
Both needing to learn the art of discipline
Hermes and Loki, Gods of tricks and thieves
Both with twisted senses of humor
Greek mythology and Norse mythology
Both, at times, echoes of one another…
ASTEROID COMMUNITY
Asteroids, large and far apart from one another
A far cry from the action set pieces of movies
But rather suitable homes for humans of the future
One such human makes their way from an asteroid of houses
To one of stores, restaurants, and the like
Just everyday living, for these “space boys and girls”
COME BACK DOWN TO EARTH
The boy sits beside his bed, playing with his toys
Imagining as many stories as he can
Until his mother walks in, “Come back down to Earth,”
She says, “Time for the story-maker to go to sleep.”
The man sits at the cafe, writing in his notebook
Imagining as many stories as he can
Until his wife shoots him a text, “Come back down to Earth,”
She says, “Time for the storyteller to head on home.”
TURNCOAT
An agent becomes a double agent
And then a triple agent after that
Always switching, caring just for themselves
Eventually ending up alone
ICE-OLATION
Lone, icy moon on the edge of the universe
Atmospheric, but dark, mountainous, and barren
A small station with a synthetic food printer
With a solar panel that barely still works
Is my only source for remaining alive
I could have been exiled anywhere
A misty swamp, a world of islands… Anywhere!
But, no. Of all places, it had to be here…
COMPETITION
Several different Private Investigators
All called upon simultaneously
To solve the same crime as one another
A crime staged by one of the PI’s themselves
So that he may “solve” it with great ease
A chance to beat the competition, at last
…If only he remembered that his rivals
We’re probably the greatest detectives in the world…
Peace!
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