Is This What They Call Haiku
If the whiskey doesn't kill meand my git-tar stays in tune
I can make it through
another wasted night.
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To anyone but the curious
posing a question
is sometimes more difficult
than trying to find an answer.
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A poor boys dream
is to be rich
get chicks
and drive fast cars.
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The good old days
like living in a dream
are merely selective memories
spoken fondly of in the present.
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Somewhere in transition
there's a free and easy child
with an untamed spirit
running naked to the bone.
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Though lost to carnal greed
and sugar coated orgasms
they might be ingenues
in a kinder gentler time.
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As darkness falls
an empty silence gives way
to the haunting cries
of endless sorrow.
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A newborn infant child
a nobody yet
but soon in touch with dreams
and bound to run.
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Where would sunshine be
without the weight
of coming darkness
resting on its shoulders.
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In the seasons
of my time
I have known despair
and a tortured soul or two.
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I've had many lovin' sweeties
and trophies on my arm
but yet it seems
none would be for long.
Poetry by David L Wright
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