I woke the #dead
Im sorry
I thought it was a game
Never knew my zombies
Would become such a pain
A little scare on Halloween
A timid playful curse
I swear i thought
They'd rest again
Now that its
November First

I woke the #dead
Im sorry
I thought it was a game
Never knew my zombies
Would become such a pain
A little scare on Halloween
A timid playful curse
I swear i thought
They'd rest again
Now that its
November First
#dead line for submissions is today
Let's go Drabblers....
@100footcrow.bsky.social
Stiff upper lip
But the tear
still drips
One streak
Three strikes
you're up
In front of all
Tall standing
Far as three eyes see
That's that
Swing
#bravery
Parenthood
The fine art of teaching
#bravery
While living in absolute
terror
*Notes from a father watching their child get a(nother) concussion.
I dont know
But I been told
The fascists here are getting bold
Ice cold thugs
Out on my streets
But I know how they can be beat
#sound off
One two
Sound off
Three four
Get it done at the ballot box
Cause these jokers want a war
Freedom #sounds
Like a pen scratch
Dont forget to sign your ballot
Ian wrote more
of our songs than we did
We play in the basement
of #delta sig
Tom's mom is on the wall
Barb was pissing when we wrote this song.
I trust you wont fuck it up
SLAMHOUND
I trust you wont fuck it up
SLAMHOUND
Left #calm for a week
Whilst I finished with those lost
My yard gone to gold.
If you sit on the left, you'll get a better view of the #mountain when we land.
She calls
I'm so sorry
For all these thoughts
Up in my head
On sex and death and suicide
Pour from this book
That I just read
I'm chewing
On my knees and ankles
Heads up in a #cloud of smoke
My baby
Gives me a silence
Thick enough
We could choke
#bequests are easy
The rest, not so
Letters, certificates
Executors' woe
Affadavits and riders
Leave those left worn
Inheritance is fine
If you get time to mourn.
No #reprieve
Still alive
We'll rest up when we're not
No regret
Wild ride
This life is all we've got
People
Urging
Righteousness?
Ignore
Their
Yapping
#Renounce my name, but locked in this body, what good can it do? Stitches and bolts all they see. My father's shame, his monstrosity. Yet I hope. Hope to find those sympathetic. Those who would see only a man, of his own making
My name is Dan Franksten.
Squirrels and Flicker
Rapping on rooftop resounds
Autumn's alarm clock
#SaturdayHaiku #VersionsHaikuSaturday #HaikuSaturday #WritingCommunity #haiku #halfbadpoetry
#Nuture my nature
Best as I can
Remember my roots
Check my wingspan
Whether we've risen
From blueprints or chance
Im certain
I am only
What I am
Birthday candles blown
Another roll round the sun
Guess what I wished for
#HaikuSaturday #SaturdayHaiku #WritingCommunity #halfbadpoetry #PhotoCommunity #BlueSkyArtShow #Lights
Dead #reckoning
Know where you are
By studying where you've been
History repeats
At least this time
You can remember
To bring a paddle.
What shall we #hunger for?
Justice and truth?
Freedom and liberty?
A hot meal and a roof?
What shall we thrist for?
Magic and love?
Vengeance and power?
To rise up above?
Are we able?
Appetites drive
Compare compromise
Find we all share the same table
The kid has moved out
We recline in our own chairs
Middle age #passion