Poem of the day: Murder on Market Street

Murder on Market Street
by A.J.W.

blood on a knife
is like
evidence
A single red snowflake on
cold
hard
metal

he ran
quickly
without a sound
dropped his knife
on the cold cold ground
didn't look back
never has never will
the headlines say that
money
will be offered for his
head
murder on market street
the people all whisper
done by our dearest most wanted
murderer
little did they know
the man at the newspapers
who had reported
every single article
on their dearest most wanted
murderer
was their dearest most wanted
murderer
watching them all between the lines of his papers
dropping knives with scarlet secrets spilled

Poem of the day: Robert Lenwood, Pair of Boots

Robert Lenwood, Pair of Boots
by A.J.W.

First a mile of cows
Hungry, chewing afraid of machines.
Next, a busy factory,
Old cow hide turned into smooth leather.

Worn by an old man,
Who bought boots just to walk through mud.
Looking for his grand daughter
New boots that wallow in muddy sorrows.

Never ending searches,
I think this search is pointless.
One day a nightmare,
A quick fall down a mountain slope.

The old man fell,
All I can say is "Peace be with you."
And now I sit,
In my old masters sons house.

The son, working all day on the farm.
I sit here, doing nothing all day long.

Poem of the day: Simple Nature Haiku

Simple Nature Haiku
by A.J.W.


Haiku No. 1

A metallic flash
Could it be a gold nugget?
No, it's a gold fish.

Haiku No. 2

Sunlight through branches
It smells warm and welcoming
Trees are beautiful

Haiku No. 3

A flash of bright gold
A splash from their long tail fins
Fish play flashily

Poem of the day: The Sounds Of Cooking Dinner

The Sounds Of Cooking Dinner
by A.J.W.

Get out a pan
Clang, clash, bang
Now get a pot
Turn on the stove with a
Click
And
Make it hot!
Sizzle sizzle
Pop, pop, pop!

Cooking is fun,
I never want to stop,
Ssssss...Ssssss...
The frying pan flips
A ringing sound comes
Chop, chop!
Knives slice through tomatoes
Slice, slice
Dice, dice
A splash and a squash
Plink, plink

Noises of the kitchen.
Salt rattles in the jar
Water gurgles in the pot
But most of all,
HISS
Goes the asparagus
Being fried in olive oil
and pepper.

Poem of the Day: Thoughts On Myself And Waterfalls

Thoughts On Myself And Waterfalls
by A.J.W.

I am like a waterfall
Because I'm quick and irreversible
I am like a waterfall
Because I'm grand and applaudable

I am like a waterfall
Because I'm free and wild
I am like a waterfall
Because I'm carefree as a child

I am like a waterfall
Because I'm quick and love to run
I am like a waterfall
I'm lively and like to have fun!