Thank you mom and dad

Their rearing left an
Indelible impression
One that won’t be lost

Life's short...

Death takes the good ones
Long before their time seems due
Their hours here too few

Something to ponder

When do these haiku
Reflect the mood of the day
When are they just words

Close encounters of a religious kind

Light envelopes Him
Bathed in the Holy Spirit
Savior of our souls

Need for self motivation

What drives us to reach
If only for someone else
What then were they gone

A turn for the worse

As the cream rises
The remaining milk curdles;
Turns fetid and sour

What if it were reveresed

Please consider well
When the next words from your mouth
Rule another’s fate

A snake by any other name...

Grand are the gestures
Made by silver tongues, full of
Empty promises

Knight in shining armour

Some say dead and gone
But one act of gallantry
Proves there's chivalry

Seuss gone mad

Toiling and moiling
With trouble ever boiling
And mischief roiling

Words hurt

Like water through rock
Over time, the cutting quips
Left deepening marks

A dogs life

All my Buddy wants
Is a hand to scritch his ears;
A lap for his head

Treat others...

Decisions we make
Profoundly impacts others;
Choose responsibly

Weekends with my Honey Bear

Spending time with you
Is the highlight of my day
Whiling hours away

Good versus evil

Pesky conscience
When I’m bad, making me aware
Lurking ever near

Time changes all

I will never be
The person I was before;
Yesterday is gone

Beginning of the end

Her devastation
Was finding motivation
From her libation

Looks can be deceiving

She sits very poised
But the edge she sits upon
Is fragile and weak

Flexibility required

Friendship dynamics
Often end up with their bounds
Stretched beyond the norm

Reunions

Far and near they come
Kin gather to pay respect
Why does this take death?

The embalming room

Lingering odor
Of liniment and lotion
The sour smell of death

Up, up, and a pain

Muscle quivering
Climbing the gnarly riser
Pedals moving slow

Definition of deadbeat

Crushing is the weight
Of countless broken promises;
He misses his dad

My name is Inigo Montoya

You thrust; I parry
The deadly dance of dueling
Harsh and grueling

Wanton cruelty

Hand crafted drama
The most useless kind devised
Spun of hurtful lies

The roads we travel

Varied paths we take
Each unique unto our plight
Require strength and might

Beauty of the ball

Her gaze electrified
Her mere presence charged the crowd
With fierce energy

Independence Day

Celebrate freedom
From oppressive tyranny
Thank our military

Eye on the prize

Grimly bracing on
The journey too much to bear
Were reward not there

Nuptial bliss

Life begins anew
As the two join, becoming one
By saying "I do"

Young Love

The ardent couple
Their love a burning passion
No force could allay