Uninspired, and I’m trying to write.
Who, What, When, Why, Where?
Why are some days such a fight?
Uninspired, and I’m trying to write,
But just a blank page is in my sight.
You know, some days just aren’t fair!
Uninspired, and I’m trying to write,
Who, What, When, Why, Where.
Triolet
I look at you now,
In the Fall season of life.
Your beauty dim.
You are not as tall,
Nor as vibrant now,
As in the Summer of life.
Your color now gone,
You bloom no more, as before,
Yet, I love you still, my rose.
Choka
Never taking time.
Too busy to smell the roses.
Ignoring the clock,
We leaf thru our life’s book,
Reaching the end too soon. We weep
Tanka
This season of life
Turning over a new leaf
Old habits falling
Haiku
Why is it just so hard
For some to tell the truth?
“Old habits die hard”
Senryu
There are many
Living with shattered dreams
Trying to pick up the pieces
Looking for a helping hand
That will help them find the glue
Tanka
Blackout Poem
My inner child’s asking
“Whose hand are you holding
As you walk today?”
“If it’s the Hand of Pleasure,
She will lead astray”
“If it’s the Hand of Worry
You’ll have a bad day”
“I’m holding the Hand of God”
I say, ” So I’ll always be okay”
Choka/Rhyme
Dont let this day come to an end
Without a word of thanks for it
Whether you faced foe or friend
Dont let this day come to an end
Until a word of thanks you extend
Thank God for life-every bit
Dont let this day come to an end
Without a word of thanks for it
Triolet
People come and go
Things change like Fall leaves
And we must detach
With a quiet acceptance
Or fly away with the wind
Tanka
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 