
leaves turn and drift down
letting shards of light pierce limbs
autumn blazes through
JSmith 10/02/2016
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leaves turn and drift down
letting shards of light pierce limbs
autumn blazes through
JSmith 10/02/2016
16 Sep 2016 2 Comments
subscribing to the
Big Dick School of Politics
leaves you needing more
JSmith 9/16/2016

05 Sep 2016 4 Comments

life is brief, don’t let
a self-regarding turdball
bring heartache to you
JSmith ~ 9/5/2016
23 Aug 2016 Leave a comment

the summer doldrums
full of silence and ennui
my bestie is borked
JSmith 8/23/2016
27 Jun 2016 Leave a comment

oh the odd day when
karma runs over dogma
redress is too sweet
JSmith 6/27/2016
*If you despise Haiku, hang loose, it’s summer – braining in progress…
25 Jun 2016 Leave a comment

I’ll bring the Zen and
spend my day not thinking ’bout
sewage in a suit
JSmith 6/25/2016




24 Jun 2016 Leave a comment

the hubby of me
saves my life by riveting
the little heart holes
JSmith 6/24/2016
22 Jun 2016 Leave a comment
pooled our ignorance
and got it done
old not daft
JSmith 6/22/2016

20 Jun 2016 5 Comments

summer solstice hits
crank up the whine-o-matic
sweat is water too
JSmith 6/20/2016
13 Jun 2016 Leave a comment
See yesterday’s post…

no earthly sense in
fear of flying
light me up
JSmith 6/13/2016
My ESPN tells me Sally Margaret Field might find this funny.
08 Jun 2016 1 Comment

never content with
the long littleness of life
the ladies who lunch
JSmith 6/8/2016

06 Jun 2016 Leave a comment
want to make progress
but our days are so laid back
the Zen always wins
JSmith 6/6/2016

01 Jun 2016 Leave a comment
June arrives on time
skies still hold sun rain sleet snow
fancy bull-shitsu
JSmith 6/01/2016

27 May 2016 Leave a comment
fronts will come and go
rain falls rain stops rain comes again
the plants are rusting
JSmith 5/27/2016

25 May 2016 7 Comments
And by teachable, of course, I mean me. The fabulous one-of-a-kind Janis Ian led me straight down an enticing rabbit hole with her Godzilla haiku, and although I haven’t sent her my own personal homage to the Big Guy yet, I’m having fun with the new toy. Since I’m hoping you’ll add your own quirky lines in Comments (so I can psychoanalyze you), it’s time for me to branch out and experiment with alternate rhythms from yesterday’s teachable moment:
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want a piece of me
not enough to go around
get in line Sweetness
JSmith 5/25/2016
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That’s five seven five again. Next challenge…
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lunch is served
Chef Boy Are We Poor
act not proud
JSmith 5/25/2016
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Three five three and I like it!
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Two three two? What are the odds?
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puffed up
infested
jackass
JSmith 5/25/2016
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TA-DAA!! That’s the most fun I’ve had since last night and once you screw your brains out into left field and let them freewheel (were you getting worried?), the stanzas jump up and dance. You have to do this, okay? because it’s so much fun and you’ll be so.freaking.proud of yourself. Truth.
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I’ll just leave this here as the embodiment of inspiration for each of us today:

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Six five four, did you catch that? Just do it.
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