"The Sigh. The Tear." (Entry 327)

She heard his sigh

Before he woke her. 

That deep regret and 

Bitter disappointment, 

All said

Without goodbye. 

Her teardrop fell,

Once he left her. 

It held her heartbreak 

And devastation 

A million words 

Could never tell.

"Little Mouse and His Spouse" (Entry 326)

The little mouse

(Whose name was Strauss)

Married his spouse

Who wore a blouse.

(At the Chapel White House.)

During the splice,

The other mice

Threw grains of rice -

Custom so nice. 

(Then off for a slice.)

So to the meal. 

Ate with such zeal. 

Edam - a wheel. 

Laughter and squeal. 

(A Wedding ideal.)

Night falls with ease.

Last smiles and squeeze. 

Beneath the trees. 

A photo, please?

(Everyone say CHEESE!)

"Stale Smell" (Entry 325)

Half-full scent bottle lay unused. 

Unloved, discarded, and refused. 

It's owner never found the need. 

Love had gone, only time succeed.

No longer sprayed, inhaled, perfumed. 

Just the stale smell of a life doomed. 

No reason left to have a care. 

Both left forgotten, gone off, beware!

"Force Unknown" (Entry 324)

You ripped my world apart

When you came through. 

Broke my heart, 

Tore my soul. 

You never knew. 

*****

Our love and thoughts go out to those devastated by the Oklahoma City tornado. 

"Houseplant Haiku" (Entry 323)

Houseplant enters home. 

Shiny tongues- deep green leaves lap. 

Welcome. You belong.

"Digest the Past" (Entry 322)

Digest. 

With the rest. 

In contemplation,

A life's menu of regrets. 

Collateral cholesterol 

Congested. 

Leave that meal 

of sorrow

Uncontested. 

Belly-full of discomfort

Unfulfilled and yet

Still billed,

for this invisible guest.

Don't chew over

Disappointment. 

Swallow the pest

of past then 

Laugh out with 

a heart,

Full of jest. 

"Heart's Question" (Entry 321)

What can the heart do, 

When the mind wants to dream?

Only the soul can lead the chorus. 

"My Bane" (Entry 320)

This pain. 

A strain in vein. 

My bane

To which I'm chained. 

So drained. 

Attempt to remain

Sane. 

It's the rain forever

On my plain. 

Will I ever gain?

I train my brain

To feign a campaign 

Of constrain. 

Hard to maintain. 

Let me explain. 

I scream out - 

A shout of words 

Profane and arcane. 

Don't want to complain. 

The inane pain

Has disdain 

For my aim. 

Runs free rein. 

I'm slain,

Once again,

In pain. 

"Tender a Surrender!" (Entry 319)

What will this day bring?

Spasm and sting. 

Pain. 

The stain on my personality. 

Deep ache. 

Give me a break!

Throbbing and burn. 

Robbing me of life's turn. 

Cramp and tender. 

White flag a surrender!

Stabbing and strain. 

Forever and again. 

"Nerds, Freaks, Geeks" (Entry 318)

Nerds, Freaks, Geeks. 

Their world made chic. 

Cos play and conventions

Taken over by wrong intentions. 

Inhabited now by bullies and jocks

Just because it's cool. You know, sorta rocks!

But the Geeks and Nerds and Freaks remember, 

The way you treated them. It's sparked the ember 

And lit the flames long suppressed.

Don't enter their world, you don't know what you'll get. 

It was you that named them Freak, Nerd and Geek. 

Now they've inherited the world, and they ain't meek. 

"A Party of Politics. Part v of v" (Entry 317)

So who to vote for?

Which way to go?

All so confusing 

No answer and so...

Who's right? Who's to blame?

The spaghetti of politics

All tied up in knots. 

Can't untangle Government

in deep establishment rot. 

Out for themselves. All the same. 

What a shame! 

What a shame! 

What a sham! 

"A Party of Politics. Part iv of v" (Entry 316)

Sensational votes. 

One policy parties. 

If it happened. 

Don't laugh too hearty,

Or Government poke. 

How would you cope?

How would you deal?

If power was yours,

If you made it for real. 

Headless chickens, a joke!

"A Party of Politics. Part iii of v" (Entry 315)

Caught hard. 

In a flap. 

What's your view 

within your gap?

Lib Dems, the wee man. 

Stuck between a snob

and a soft face. 

Where have you gone?

Heads hang in disgrace.

Lib Dems made demon. 

"A Party of Politics. Part ii of v" (Entry 314)

Right society. 

Right school. 

Right click. 

Right to rule. 

Laws in preservative. 

Tighten the belt

In the middle. 

Not your class. 

Shudder, smile to fiddle

Two-faces Conservative. 

"A Party of Politics. Part i of v" (Entry 313)

Left of tables. 

Left of the chair. 

Left of politics. 

No one cares. 

Where's a neighbour?

No more union. 

No more clubs. 

No more jobs. 

No more pubs. 

Where's real Labour?

"Uncharted Journey" (Entry 312)

Love is not having someone give you the world. 

Let's create a new one and watch it unfurl. 

 I want to see that place, you and me, together. 

To follow the map to its edges, and go on forever. 

So jump onto the mysterious life's ride. 

Onwards with curiosity as our guide. 

The uncharted is what inspires me to explore. 

 Let the journey unfold with the one I adore.  

******

For my husband, on our anniversary. 

I love you. 

"Tale of Nail" (Entry 311)

Nail taps. 

Nail bitten. 

Nail breaks. 

It was written. 

Nail filed. 

Nail painted. 

Nail shaped. 

Words now tainted. 

Nail cut. 

Nail cleaned. 

Nail shined. 

Not what it seemed. 

"For You To Find" (Entry 310)

What was mine 

Was always yours. 

You knew that, 

If only you'd looked inside. 

I was yours to find. 

Easier than delving into a boiled egg,

Only thin shelled - never thick skinned. 

No tricky tongs or paring knives needed. 

Just me on the menu. 

Always yours to find. 

Always there, in the now. 

A present in the present.

If you'd ripped open the tissue paper

Of your own deceit and lies,

I was still there to find. 

You didn't want the trouble,

Too much effort, too much bother.

All deep breaths and sighs. 

Always something more important to do,

But I waited for you to find. 

I even pulled back the covers,

but still you didn't want to discover. 

I wasn't Everest or North Pole cold. 

Just ready for you to behold. 

No map needed for you to find. 

What is mine

Is mine. 

You never took the time

To find,

What could have been.

"Take The Awake" (Entry 309)

I wish I was awake

To stop the shake

The quake within my heart

For in my dreams, it's wretched apart. 

Too late - can't break - it's broke. 

"Empty" (Entry 308)

The empty drawer pulled open,

To spy beyond (and truly see)

The thing that was never there. 

"Rude Attitude" (Entry 307)

Brash and lewd dude.
Bad attitude.
Ruins the mood,
For all. How rude!

"Hippy Hipster Hooray!" (Entry 306)

Are you a retro spec'd Hipster
with homemade knits and bakes,
Or just hip to be square with
bony muscular aches?

Are you into Steampunk
and hang out in vintage saloons,
Or a vibe DJ master
spinning latest tunes?

Or are you a hippy that trips
in kaftan and beads.
Or a book nerd gone digital
cyber-browsing Good Reads?

Are you chic and on-trend
In hip-hugger jeans,
or a sequin away from 70s
Hustle disco queens?

Let me shoot from the hip,
wherever you fall.
Just be who you are,
follow your path and your call.

Remember my words,
Be You in your own way.
Live your life as you want it -
Shout Hip Hip Hooray!

"Negative Numbers" (Entry 305)

All encompassing.
Dark, overpowering.
Life ruined by numbers.
Meaningless figures.
Red, not black.
On a page and computer.
In a bank. Intangible.
Supernatural.

Wish not experienced.
What was had.
What was known.
Would that be better?
If not had come to be,
Those things. Those places.
Would not known,
what was lost.
Would not known,
how it can be.
Heartbreak caused by negative.
All known, left to memory.