Some haiku about being a “Husky mom”

No individual titles, just poetry…  Think of them as haiku verses in a giant single poem. 😉

 

I love writing silly haiku. It’s more fun than trying to be serious. XD

 

I wake up to hair.

In the kitchen I stand and

Sticky roll my pants.

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Malachi © alienredqueen

No, you can’t have this.

No… Stop talking back to me

Complaining won’t help.

 

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Oh, here’s some dog hair.

I wear my dog everywhere*

Dog hair in my bra.

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Malachi © alienredqueen

Time to brush the dog

I put the hair in a pile

Look, another dog.

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He digs in the snow

And flips it over his head.

But doesn’t like rain.

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Malachi ©  alienredqueen

 

*  I wasn’t sure if “every” was 2 or 3 syllables.  I did some quick Googling and apparently most dictionaries list it as two.

 

 

 

The Visiting Virus

Cranky poetry for the daily prompt, by a sick person…

 

The Virus: part 1

Go ahead, wash your hands,

It’s too late…

Sucker!

 

The Virus: part II

Mountain of tissues,

In the can by the bed

Your nose is so raw, 

A lovely shade, “wino red.”

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The Visiting Virus: A Haiku

Take your aspirin

Drink your hot tea, don’t mind me

I’ll just hang out here

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Red1 & Red2

A bleak day, cold winter wind,

And a single cardinal on a nude black branch,

The only color in a washed out day,

Brilliant and vital

As a drop of blood.

(2/23)

 

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Saw him again today,

Him or one just like him.

He saw me seeing him,

And he sang a little song,

Isn’t it strange that the day is

Wet and gray again?

Maybe he’s like me, and he

Likes it that way.(2/26)

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* I wasn’t sure about publishing the initial poem…but then I saw him again today.  I thought he’d fly away when i went in to get my camera, but he was still there.  Regrettably, his vibrant color didn’t really come through in this pic.

Haunted (poem)

Haunted

Beyond the veil of sleep

Where my control wanes

Voices that I’ve never really heard

Echo down to me.

There are spectres in my house

Haunting the halls.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Phantoms in the mirror

But they’re just reflecting me.

From dreams they follow me

In the daylight, I’m the ghost.

Silence screams.

I don’t exist.