Regret

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One night I bottled up the moon and trapped her light in stoppered glass

Her milky glow lit up my room; I longed to have it for my own

“Just a taste” I said, yet knew with one I wouldn’t be content

I danced between each dreaming sip ’til every pearly drop was spent

I shivered cold beneath the night, and rued the day I drank her light

 

So every night before I slept, I sang before my windowsill

Apologies upon my lips in hopes that I could bring her home

I filled the bottle with my tears while wishing they would set her free

To spill her light across the sky, the opal in the violet sea

And promised I would never pine again for what should not be mine

 

Once I had cried the bottle full, how many nights I don’t recall

I woke to catch a glimmer slight, a flicker through the pearly glass

And ran to see she’d split the night, renewed in slivered silver grace

Each day she grew ’til fully bloomed, a smile bright upon her face

Forgiveness I had hoped to earn, bestowed on me when she returned

 

Though I have kept my vow in full, from time to time she leaves my view

Drunk by another greedy fool who thinks he can possess her glow

But no one can decanter long the moon without becoming night

Til sorrow bids us let her go so all can dance beneath her light

And cast off the regrets we keep,  and drift to unencumbered sleep

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TBT – Vintage Momaiku

“I love you,” he said

You need a ride somewhere, right?

Yeah.  That’s what  I thought.
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“I do work, you know.”

“When? You mean the writing thing?”

“You are so grounded.”

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So I changed my mind

I am not inconsistent

It’s called “flexible”

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Rules of Possession

Mothers have no property

Your stuff is their stuff

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I’ll be out tonight

Don’t leave without a ride home

“Like, other than you?”

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“He tells me you nag”

He says you micromanage

Divide and conquer

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In Homecoming clothes

He thinks he’s the next James Bond

Pie in the Skyfall

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Othello sucks, man

Everyone dies–what’s the point?

I’m playing Black Ops

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Parental requests

instantly cure teen boredom.

You’re busy? Since when?

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“I’ll do it later.”

Really? “Okay, I won’t, but

At least I’m honest.”

Live Tweeting the Debate

Watching the debate?

I’ll be live-tweeting my thoughts

But in haiku form

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The fun starts at eight

I’m skipping the kid’s table

Unless I’m real bored

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I’m also playing

The Rolling Stone drinking game

To up the ante

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If it gets dull we’ll

Discuss Donald’s combover

Live or Memorex?

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Join me on Twitter

(I’m @jnbeverett)

For some wonk-haiku

Haiku Resolutions

In 2015
No more procrastination
Starting on Monday

I hereby resolve
To spend less time on Facebook
Than my teenage son

I’ll be more patient
Before I tell you you’re wrong
I will count to three

And from here on out
I will not drink my red wine
Straight from the bottle

I solemnly swear
I’m done binge watching Scandal
The third season sucked

Before I shower
I vow to take a brisk walk
To the coffee pot

I found my hand weights
I will put them to good use
As my new doorstop

My New Year’s diet?
I will not eat any carbs
Before 6 a.m.

I’ll no longer curse
Or keep my voice soft enough
So my son won’t hear

No need to worry
I won’t write stuff about you
Unless I’m pissed off

But I’ll keep writing
If I can make someone laugh
Even if it’s me

Holiday Haiku from the cats

Human–thank me nowIMG_0292

I’ve killed the evil red ball

One less ornament


Holiday ribbon

Makes for a festive hairball

On your yoga mat


Humans don’t get it

You can keep the **** inside

Just leave me the box


The lights on the tree

Aren’t blinking in unison

I will remove them


Go on–laugh it up

While my food bowl goes empty

Kiss dessert goodbye


The coats on the bed

Are the perfect place to sleep

Screw their allergies


Sorry mantel crecheIMG_0666

But I have dibs on this space

Kick it to the curb


I don’t care, grandpa

The dog stays at home capiche?

Or I shred your pants


Dearest Santa Claus

The human lies–I’ve been good

Just send some catnip


Like the humans say

Climb high, and I’ll reach the stars

Up the tree I go


Cocktail party – yay!

I will sit amongst them all

And lick my privates


Opening presents!

How should I know if they’re mine?

Cat’s can’t read, Einstein


I will shed my fur

On your new cashmere sweater

Until you pet me


If that’s what it takes

I’ll wish you Merry Christmas

Now go fill my bowl.

Happy Holidays from Hunter, Sasha, and the Mobyjoe Cafe