With heat so intense
Hearts are melting into one
Cocktail of desires
Somehow, somewhere
Someone’s dreams are pulverised
The suckling robbed of toothless smiles
Molested and badly brutalised
A pool of anguish in their eyes
So why do we howl about minor glitches
When a wound somewhere is too wide for stitches?
.
Somewhere, somehow
someone’s taking a last gulp of life
Misery vacuums an unborn, despised
Family planning mishaps, surmised
As tympanum echo with muted replies
So why do we pine over the price of oil
When a soul somewhere won’t even go a mile?
.
Somehow, somewhere
someone’s plunging to their demise
A livelihood ransacked by lies
Hearts ripped and discarded like old auto parts
Taste buds drool with bittersweet retorts
So why do we mope over an ingrate who left
When a home somewhere is ravaged by distress?
.
Somewhere, somehow, someone needs our help
So why should we become so obsessed with self?
Arioso
Jabbing at the tattered page, frustrated at my lot
How the camaraderie once was tight
but now the beauty is forgot
and I assess my plight
Whoa, I assess my plight
Hissing at the circumstance, calculating loss
Of fragile poesies that would fade
as blotch of ink swept across
the memories we made
Aye, the memories we made
Sighing at dashing hopes, duty now has won
Obliged that we must sever ties
in homage to the beloved one
And I muffle my cries
Yea, I muffle my cries
Arioso
Resistance is futile
But she’s quite content
To be lured
and moored
by the brawn of tender-loving arms
Oh, to be espoused by his princely charm
Red-orange flames burn
From fervour in their hearts
With eyes closed
their smiles froze
Pores erect upon satin sun-kissed skin
as they revel in the melody of a cardiac din
Wine-tasting spree
As filled crystals clink
and raise
to praise
the powers that fused their will and voice
Then lips sync to relish their starter of choice
The true feast impends
When two lie in brazen ministry
To tease
and please
the appetence aroused with mutual stare
Now that they’re bound by striking solitaire
Arioso
Mario Colasante @fineartamerica.com
Plop! in the middle of the ravine
a polished pebble creates a wave of awe
Stirred surface, and rings begin to spread
throughout the valley, to tell of what they saw
.
Exhilaration in the hillside trees
as they, too, pick up on the storyline
Jittery leaves catch the wind passing by
then gesticulate what is on their mind
.
A lone bird met upon the party
and fled to greet a cheerful swarm
Soon butterflies and trails of honeybees alight
with news of Belle in her fiancé’s arm
.
A tender warmth glistens in her eyes
as she sculpts their affection in the sand
Together, they make ripples come alive
when her love releases a nugget from his hand
Arioso
Trickle, trickle down the pane
Somber nimbus weeping rain
Potent hypnosis as driblets sweep
Now there’s no need `to tally sheep
.
Fickle, fickle eyelids flutter
Muddy streams rush to the gutter
Scenes fill wells behind closed eyes
As bleak disperse in star-less skies
.
Fluent therapy lulling me
And I drift off to a virtual sea
Soon the thunderous fit subsides
Into unruffled dreams of evening tides
Arioso
The spillage of a fountain pen
Sketched a tainted heart and then
Forged my name in bloody ink
To stain my pride or so they think
.
Laced with rage, the page displayed
Bold letterings with spite arrayed
Showcasing dark deserted soul
on freeway to Hades with hiked toll
.
But then the epilogue of disgrace
Lost its power as if it were erased
The thought of it provoked a laugh
Since the ogre wrote his epitaph
.
Departed he is and so shall remain
A prodigy has now buried the pain
And he rewrote the horror story
Dark replaced with morning glory
Arioso
Loftier than the wisps of cirrus on high
We’re falling into each other,
No black holes in this sky
Worries vaporise like a meteor
Weightless,
defining who we are
We bear upon the rise and fall
of the ocean wall
Concerted trajectory,
we must remain in orbit
As the crescent floats in respite
Weightless
Two stars in equilibrium,
A metaphysical conundrum
Arioso
Lighthearted petals, unfolding wide
Reveal filaments of innocent pride
While delicate fragrances sing
Smiles now bloom in Spring
.
The grace that falls from poufs of love
Makes stigma rear their heads above
To lavish praise and laud the King
For smiles now bloom in Spring
.
The gardener’s expert fingers
Apply quickening touch that lingers
Then extend his signet ring
That gleams as smiles that bloom in Spring
Arioso
I’ve finally mustered the courage to publish these haikus that I’ve written. I hope you will enjoy them. I look forward to your feedback as I continue to explore the various forms of poetry. Blessings to all adorable members of this WordPress Blogosphere who continue to support each other, here. I’m not always available to comment at will but be assured that I do read as many blogs as possible on a daily basis. You’ve all become like family and are even in my prayers now! Much love and hugs to you all 
Verdure is restored
As love potion flows from sky
Tulips pucker up
****
Spring is in fanfare
Birds and trees are out at play
Children pout, indoors
*****
Rain pummel windows
Spring’s bully assaults the night
Bolts rip bleeding sky
****
Rafting down the stream
Still waters mirror sunlight
Therapy for miles
****
Summer seas invite
Tourists bask in paradise
Natives scoot for shade
****
Seasons come and go
Plants and animals know well
Mankind – still in awe
****
Limbs strip their raiment
Streets lay eager to receive
Winds are scandalous
Arioso
If I could reach into the heavens to anchor the sun
Or go to the poles of the globe, I would run
To paint you a rainbow and sop up the rain
If it meant that I could efface all your pain
.
If I could walk on the ocean or withhold the mist
Or subdue storms and seize the wind in my fist
Then release it again when you can’t find the shade
If it meant that provisions for joy would be made
.
If I could descend into the heart of the earth
And conquer the grave for all the hell that it’s worth
I’d give you forever sealed with a kiss
If it meant that we’d both have perpetual bliss
.
But since I can’t do any of these things, I just wish
That giggles and glee will still brim your dish
When your table is set, you will bask in it all
And I’ll always be here for you when you call
Arioso
Credits to Alice @ mymodernmet.com
An elegant train streaming down the aisle
To meet the spruced gent, waiting eagerly
To taste the flavour of the damsel’s smile
As soon as he unveils the mystery
.
Her beauty hid by the trousseau she wears
Makes brisk heartbeats gaily anticipate
The duets they’ll witness, throughout the years
When twain infuse and both their joys inflate
.
A round of cheers preps the enlivened groom
To swear before the audience with pride
To love her till the day they seal his tomb
As he adorns the finger of his bride
.
She gives a lingering tear-joy response
Then he savours the saccharin at once
Ayasonice
Photo credits: Paul D Robertson
She licked the brine from her lips
As she spilt the pain of her ordeal
Billows rolled in fury and empathy
As she held a gaze the numb could feel
~
She had been a rock since birth
But the ocean lapped against the edges
Until defenses crumbled slowly
Into sediments of self bound pledges
~
Currents of the mighty seas conglomerate
Sweeping o’er a path of retaliation
A thirsty barren soul inundated
In a refreshing mix of amity and elation
~
Brilliant blue waves rolled that fateful day
But with a sense of certainty
That she would gaze into his eyes
From then until eternity
Ayasonice
Photo credit: Paul D Robertson
Tranquility in tandem with my thoughts
As I waft into a realm unknown
Where a life convict assumes release
And a plebeian may don a crown
–
Gravity’s hold is feeble there
Flesh and spirit are much the same
A soul gallivants just anywhere
And no one even needs a plane
–
Things that life would never grant
Now a guerdon making views expand
So the undiscerning clearly sees
The Deity crafting life, firsthand
–
That realm in REM will always be
Concocting salve for tear-less eyes
And blistered aching nomads’ feet
Find solace till they greet sunrise
Ayasonice
Photo credit: Paul D Robertson
Rest your head upon my shoulder
I will help you oust your fears
We won’t sweep them neath the carpet
With a power vac, they’ll disappear
–
Rest your head upon my chest
I will help unload your cares
We won’t stack them in the freezer
An oven’s lit, we’ll toss them there
–
When your fears are gone and cares are charred
Your head will leave its resting place
Then my heart and amiable desires
Will rest with you in faith and grace
*
Paul D Robertson art @redbubble.com
Sitting in mid air
Swaying with the cords upon which we hang
In constant motion but not getting anywhere
Gazing into an arena where nightingales once sang
Beguiled by the haze, we toss each earthly care
~
Sitting in mid air
Soaring above a spate of misery
Unleashed upon a darkened sphere below
Reaching hands toward a disc of certainty
That shines a light so serenity will grow
~
Sitting in mid air
Baffled by the pain of calloused palm
Clutching merely onto the fragile strings
A sudden gale purposely disrupts the calm
An awakening that existence often brings
~
Disdain is the new fad strutting the runway
Sending favour and mores to take their chairs
Ladies flex their arms to swing doors open
And toes trampled sore and met by sneers
Flippancy is the new favourite pastime
Someone slips and we choke in laughter’s phlegm
No one cares that youths are out of order
And elders dare not try to order them
Debauchery is a fresh trend in the streets
As fashionistas flaunt faux pas in crowd
Nursery rhymes scream lewd, in the name of rap
As swearing juveniles play ‘hiTunes’ too loud
I wonder where these trends will lead us
What will life be like in fifty years?
Will the world self-destruct or be recreated
Or will ethos continue shifting gears?
Credit to Paul D Robertson at redbubble.com
A soul in limbo
Grinding enamel and uprooting locks
Bound in the prism of destiny, misfortune hijack sanity
And the former years elope with mirth
Forsaking the love-child of faithfulness
A quirk in the timeline of her existence
~
A soul in limbo
Writhing as grief gropes the bare posture of change
Will her love remain unfeigned
Amid the air of phoniness and frigid hearts?
She gave all from the vaults of virtue
Yet, nothingness was now all she could embrace
Credit to Paul Robertson
I’m not conceited, nope
Your perception is flawed
My idiosyncrasies stand out
So why won’t you applaud?
~
I’m never opinionated
I’m just always right
So why are you irritated
And seething with spite?
~
I am understanding
You’re just too dull to see
Stop being so demanding
Dare you contend with me?
~
Are you talking to self, dear?
No mom! I’m still on the phone
Shhh, s-s-s-so what? it’s clear
Vanishhh, you woeful lil’ clone!
~
credits to http://www.celebrationofcreativity.com
Heaving, whirling
The soul astir
Oscillating thoughts and broken voice
Shattering as if it were
A porcelain vessel hammered by choice
***
Assaulting, crippling
The battery of silence
Kindling pleas and bloodshot eyes
Fluttering to dispense
A trickle of pain serenading cries
***
Gripping, asphyxiating
The stigma of a last breath
Thieving hearts and tearing holes
Gaping and bereft
A ménage’s pocket robbed of kindred souls
***
credits to NutExtrordinaire at http://www.deviantart.com
A fission of leisure and strife
Reflected from splinters of life
Shattered soul symbolize
But a resilient slivered will
Fist, doubled still
Life oozing through her veins
Face grimaced and stained
Canst the shards deflect her pain?
Within this restless hour
Dost a mirror monopolize pow’r?
When will the warfare end?
How will she break the trend?
No reflection, no despair
Gaze, constant, in the air
Soul-seeking, deep inside
A standard, redefined
credit to http://www.buzzle.com
Rapunzel was rescued
From a wretched tower
Snow White was saved
well-nigh the grave
Cindy got lucky
In the midnight hour
Now who’ll deliver me
From this amnion cave?
To surmount an upward slope, we view
Those prospects at the peak in store
A panoramic gaze into the expanse
With glimpse into a foreign shore
~
A trek begins with the will to climb
But from the base you must be clear
Your form and fear can face the gale
And limbs and vim will take you there
~
The man atop an alp will tell
The tales of trips and strains and all
But most of all he’s roused to tout
What it really means to be standing tall
~
Beyond the mount, the ego soars
When humble treetops crouch below
And wave their docile boughs on high
To laud the man with glinting brow
Supersonic Euphony
Taking my hand
The suave gentleman smiled
His face astoundingly coy
Like an innocent child
It showed me his life and the places he’s been
And inquired of my dreams and the life I’ve seen
~
I stared in his eyes
And saw blue waves rolling
My heart’s response
Was a church bell tolling
~
Giving me time
The kind gentleman stood
In that moment I froze
Like a panicked deer would
His expression was worth all the years I’ll live
And a thumping conferred all the love I’d give
~
I stared in his eyes
and heard foghorns blaring
My brain’s response
Was, “girl, stop staring!”
~
Just as my eyes dropped
He gently lifted my chin
And confirmed in that moment
Just what he’d been thinkin’
His response welled my eyes as dimpled cheeks avowed
“You’re such a cute baby and you’ll make mama proud!”
~
Supersonic Euphony
Keenly, in the blaring silence
I learned to listen with my heart
When all’s too still and ears retire
A trumpeting conscience plays its part
~
I learned to listen to my heart
As its booming got too loud to stifle
And all I’ve tried, there’s no escaping
It’s like the superego seized a rifle
~
The conductors of our hearts will lead us
To learn the tempo of sound choice
And so we mustn’t mute the proddings
Of a cacophonic inner voice
~
credits to Carlos Alejandro Falcó Chang at http://www.toonpool.com
In the beginning
Was the word
That offset a chronicle in return
Goals scrawled pompously absurd
Dictating what we seek or spurn
~
Daydreams
So dutifully illustrated
On each page during waking hours
Notes from a lover, clearly dated
And transcribed from distant shores
~
Secrets veiled
Behind leather ware
Nuzzle betwixt crisp sheets, contrite
Bidding for permanent residence where
Incubus freely roams at night
~
The shades and hues
Signify life’s display
Impressed on us as each tinge arrives
And variegated streaks of heart overlay
On the graphic pages of our lives
~
Supersonic Euphony 