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A Collection of Poems and Photos by Rose Marie Boyd
A haiku in honor of Joyce and Sally's June Birthdays
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Fragrant Jewels
June blossoms bring joy
to those privileged to inhale
their lustrous essence.
©
2016 by Rose Marie Boyd
Despite the defensiveness a man hides behind, his faults and secrets are eventually revealed.
The wall between them
fails to keep the ugly truth
from being exposed.
fails to keep the ugly truth
from being exposed.
©
2015 Haiku by Rose Marie Boyd
Humph! He acted as if we've never met before.
Mr. Moon
He was playing coy with
me again tonight.
Flitting in and out
between the clouds,
he wasn’t man enough to
face me straight on.
© 2015 Photo & Poem by Rose Marie Boyd
Preconceived notions impact the way we see ourselves and the things around us.
© 2015 Haiku by Rose Marie Boyd
It seems unfair that one little thing can burst someone's bubble and bring them down.
©2015 by Rose Marie Boyd
My son Justin has a dominant personality. He’s very successful in convincing others that doing things his way is the less painful way to go.
(Photo taken at Medieval Times, NJ)
SUCH ROYAL MAJESTY
Be
it beast or man,
Friend
or foe, all bow their heads
and bend to his will.
and bend to his will.
© 2015 by Rose Marie Boyd
Ever have something in the air trigger a sense of doom or a sensual memory?
© 2015 Haiku by Rose Marie Boyd
Ever go to the funeral of a good friend or dear relative and regret never telling them how much they really meant to you?
Love and affection:
best conveyed to the living
best conveyed to the living
’fore death thwarts the chance.
© 2015 by
Rose Marie Boyd
Desperate solutions can turn bad situations into catastrophic disasters.
With prospects dimming,
a bright idea surfaces
to blaze a worse course.
© 2015 Photo & Haiku by Rose Marie Boyd
A few random haiku:
Despondent
drifters
Pause on the reefs of regret
To await high tide.
Pause on the reefs of regret
To await high tide.
As the
meekest dream,
The moon
invites the boldest
To survey
the night.
Lured by the
slick pitch,
A bluff
canting brisk returns,
Greed
assumes all risk.
Dying of
boredom…
Sickened by
monotony…
Desperate
for a cure.
Brooding is
feeble.
Though it
longs for the wishbone,
It tugs with
no spine.
Never a sure
bet,
Luck presents
tempting long shots
But no
guarantees.
Walking on
eggshells
Puts
sensitive soles at risk
For irritation.
Once
germinated,
Intrusive
weeds grow thirsty
And quite
tenacious.
As a
cover-up,
the fabric
of pride stretches,
but only so
far.
To provide
rescue,
A
magnanimous gesture
With
modest rewards.
Even bad
apples
Contain dark
seeds predestined
To grow in
like form.
A sensitive
cow
resents the
callow butcher
manhandling her flesh.
Strict
deprivation:
the ultimate
pathway to
overindulgence.
Though
trouble smolders,
sparks of
dread ignite to stoke
burning
addictions.
Feeling down about not being with our East Coast families for Thanksgiving, I tried to cheer myself up by listing a few of the many things for which I can be thankful.
For What Am I Grateful?
Bright sun in the sky
Much food on my plate
Roof over my head
Free time to create
Strong man at my side
Phone calls from our kin
Close friends to enjoy
A set point to win
Seven letter words
Live, verdant houseplants
Sweet dreams when I sleep
Good books if I can’t
Green hills in our view
A fresh mountain breeze
Ideas to write down
My piano keys
© 2014 by Rose
Marie Boyd
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