On Justice: a haiku

for David Camm

 

Accused murder

proves innocence after 3

trials and 13 years.

Reward

Itchy anorexic in recovery

plans a yummy, food-filled day.

Reward for body beating

latest allergy incarnation.

Thankful, شاكر, معبر عن شكر, سعيد,dankbaar

Gratitude to the Babylon 10 computer program

Workers

Bosses

Customers

Learners

Educators

Mentors

Ancient ones

The Next Generation

Non-humans who grace our lives

                                                Artist

                                                Dreamers

                                                Doers

Public officials doing public good
Freedom fighters- 
past, present, and future

Starts.. Becomes... Continues

inspired by this
 
The artist's painting on the side of a building
leads to the click of a photographer's camera;
writer, upon viewing, creates names, back story, universe.

Truer Words

Poem inspired by a quote from Dawne Kirkwood in her family’s episode of "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition"

Every time we gather, march

demand, fight back, enforce

refuse.

We become part

of the sea of humanity

rising together.

Allergy Poem #2

Flush… flush… flush

Water purge has allergen in retreat,

even if it renders me bed bound today.

After a hours, I have returned

to my world of words

ending my hiatus

in annoying world of perpetual scratching,

although a few scarlet welts still stubbornly

occupy beige skin.

Write.. read.. chew…

 watch.. wash rash…

Repeat.

Allergy Poem

I

Thoroughly annoyed at

Continuation of

Hives.

Returned

for Richard, my beloved campanion animal

 

I spy your yellow eyes

running like a miniature puma across our porch

in the cold sunlight of a November New England winter.

My assistant is too slow

to stop your feline feet

from running away again.

I place a bowl of your food

outside, turning on an extra indoor light

so your catty sneakiness doesn’t

sneak past me.

But once again,

you eat, run,  escape assistant.

I sigh,

thinking I’m destined to spend

another night with you out of doors.

Less than an hour later,

you appear at slider

and respond to calls

of  “Come in.”

Personally,

I think you smelled the first snow

coming on the air

and opted for safety of temperature controlled house.

But I am too overjoyed

at your return
to feel slighted.