Haiku Attack!: September 2012

Monday, September 17, 2012

Hundreds of poems
And maybe ten will resound
beyond a year's toll.

The greatest help to
the most people would be nice,
myself included.

Mind keeps returning
to the multiple mes I
could be if I tried.

The Clyde Mighties Win!
They advance to the finals
against evil Gil...

A snore issues forth,
Thirty past midnight, xanax
slowly bringing sleep.

Ladies, please don't judge
I'm actually a much
better poet than...

I love art projects.
So why don't I just pick some
medium and ART!

How many writers
watched sports as they organized
their thoughts on paper?

We paid our bills and
somehow have some money left?
Thank you super loan!

The first pizza wrap,
the first breakfast burrito
of the school year. Mmmmm...

Clyde loves the 1st grade.
He sings songs about it. "She's
crazy about me."

All my old files
from that battered old PC:
all of them still there.

So many scripts and
so many poems, I don't
know where to put 'em.

Behavior reform
needs a personality
or kids won't relate.

On the radio
with Diane, old and new slang
sitting side by side.

One inspiration:
not half, and not less than that.
Alright, here it comes.

At first, sure, afraid.
Then after that: petrified.
Still, I will survive.

The Giants win games,
with clutch hits. This is not a
very good haiku.

What will my job be,
or rather how many jobs
will I be doing?