private dancer

Haiku, 3 Parts

Pylon, Flight, Girl, Model, Dance, Dance Floor, Soar
Photo by ArtTower via Pixabay

my private dancer
sway like the wind before me
brush me with your love

settle down right here
let your rhythm flow freely
move in sync with me

beautiful sunrise
mesmerizing onlookers
give us an encore

Missed America: A Haiku in ten parts

135th Street YMCA Mural by Aaron Douglas — 1934


Missed America

A Haiku in ten parts


A torturous thing —
Living in one’s skin waiting
For the next bullet

A deep “virtual
Insanity” has gotten
The best of freedom

America, “land
Of the free, home of the brave,”
We backstab with love

This, a country that
Hails its flag as kings and queens
Over its people

They say they want us —
But spend their time keeping us
Buried above ground

Stifling, isn’t it?
How UnAmerican most
Americans are

We’re disposable —
That’s how it feels when folks drag
You out with the trash

Too many speakers —
Not enough listeners, so
Nothing’s getting done

Devastation hits —
strips away homes and loved ones,
His words are, “Good Luck!”

Priorities shift —
Other things take precedence
Over human lives


This poem is a part of “Equal People,” Our Human Family’s anthology of international poetry on equality and inclusivity.