Poem – Divide Unite

Divide into special interest groups, and you can have your way, then unite under a socialist flag; liberty lost.

Haiku – Lost

The plane lost its way
The Devil’s Triangle raged.
A mother worries

Haiku are short — very short — poems

In this haiku, a plane is lost at sea.

Microfiction – Soulless land

Vultures circled; the eagle was dead. Dropping down, they consumed the last bits of freedom from a soulless land. Fear ruled the day. And the people got what they deserved, not what they voted for.

Poem – Thin Man

The thin man rose from a life of failures, bones cracking as he moved, refusing to die a quitter.

Haiku – Utopia

Everyone loved it
A utopia for all
Until love was banned

Haiku are short — very short — poems

In this haiku, an societal experiment gone wrong.

A New Year

You can hear the birds singing, a new day–a new year is emerging from the ashes of 2020. God, I hope we don’t mess this one up too.

Haiku – Spinning Ball

Strange as it may seem
We are spinning on a ball
And we don’t fall off

Haiku are short — very short — poems

In this haiku, gravity saves us.

Microfiction – Save The Planet

“It’s sure to save the planet.”
“Really?”
“Yes, follow me.”
“Where are we going?”
“Stay close. It’s sure to save the planet.”
“But I can’t see.”
“I can stay close.”
“I’m scared.”
“Don’t worry; I know what I’m doing,” Greta said one last time as they went over the cliff.

Microfiction – The Huckster

A huckster yelled out, “Get your mask now; the number of infections could be ten times higher in the coming months. Get your mask now. I have them in pretty colors.”

“What about the deaths—-what’s that number,” a young man yelled back from the ground.

Infections, my boy, did you not hear me? They are rising.”

“So what, the number dying is similar to the flu. Why didn’t you sell your mask then?”

The huckster grew frustrated because the crowd was starting to walk away.

“Now listen, my friends, this young man is putting you in danger. The infections, remember the infections they are rising.”

The crowd continued on its way, so the huckster, now worried, yelled out as loud as he could one last time, “This just in, a new strain of Covid is infecting people it may be more deadly than the last. Get your mask now before it’s too late. I have them in pretty colors.”

The crowd came running back, and the boy shook his head in disbelief.

Haiku – Words

Double Down, lockDown
Never want to hear again
Propaganda words

Haiku are short — very short — poems

In this haiku, words are used to control.