I shouldn’t have spake when I spoke
My diplomacy skills may be broke
When will I learn
That it’s never my turn
This freakin HR gig’s a joke
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Category: Haiku for the Weekend
Haiku for the Weekend
Distant sirens howl
Echoing in the night air
The dogs sing with them
Haiku for the Weekend
Color correction
Wrapped in foil and razor cut
Rapid reinvention
Haiku for the Weekend
Two front teeth are loose
His lip, busted and bloodied
Little man, hard day.
Haiku for the Weekend
Shades of evensong
The hazy crags at twilight
Beckon to come gaze
Haiku for the Weekend-Cinquain Edition
coffee
heady aroma
brewing, steaming, invigorating
A vessel of ambrosia for mortals
cuppa
