as the day closes
the hum of the dishwasher
is my lullabye
©2013-Art Belliveau
29 April 2013
28 April 2013
senryu #4 4/28/13
"Pull my finger, kid!"
"I'm not falling for that one!"
It didn't matter...
©2013-Art Belliveau
"I'm not falling for that one!"
It didn't matter...
©2013-Art Belliveau
Summer Cold
A summer cold is just the worst,
Because no matter how well it's nursed,
I'm not just sick, I feel like a fool--
For wasting this cold--I should have saved it for school!
©2013-Art Belliveau
Because no matter how well it's nursed,
I'm not just sick, I feel like a fool--
For wasting this cold--I should have saved it for school!
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu #3 4/28/13
a frog's been stepped on--
on second thought, that's not right--
just me, breaking wind...
©2013-Art Belliveau
on second thought, that's not right--
just me, breaking wind...
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu #2 4/28/23
just passed the exit
next one's fifty miles away--
now i have to poop...
©2013-Art Belliveau
next one's fifty miles away--
now i have to poop...
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu #1 4/28/13
sometimes it seems like
all i ever do on here
is talk to myself
©2013-Art Belliveau
all i ever do on here
is talk to myself
©2013-Art Belliveau
27 April 2013
haiku 4/27/13
a trickle begins
swells into a raging flood--
sweet morning birdsong
©2013-Art Belliveau
swells into a raging flood--
sweet morning birdsong
©2013-Art Belliveau
26 April 2013
senryu 4/26/13
Friday's almost done
everyone waits for the bell--
teachers most of all
©2013-Art Belliveau
everyone waits for the bell--
teachers most of all
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu 4/25/13
constantly talking
no one can hear instructions--
test day will be rough
©2013-Art Belliveau
no one can hear instructions--
test day will be rough
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu 4/24/13
half-empty classroom
you would think there'd be less noise--
not in middle school
©2013-Art Belliveau
you would think there'd be less noise--
not in middle school
©2013-Art Belliveau
2 senryu 4/23/13
frustration builds up--
pressure pounds inside my head--
soon, the explosion...
©2013-Art Belliveau
they never listen
hints given are plain ignored--
then they act surprised
©2013-Art Belliveau
pressure pounds inside my head--
soon, the explosion...
©2013-Art Belliveau
they never listen
hints given are plain ignored--
then they act surprised
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu 4/22/13
Monday morning dawns--
before the alarm clock blares
I am already late
©2013-Art Belliveau
before the alarm clock blares
I am already late
©2013-Art Belliveau
haiku 4/21/13
the bird kept trying
to join mass through the window--
cardinal, of course...
©2013-Art Belliveau
to join mass through the window--
cardinal, of course...
©2013-Art Belliveau
shadorma 4/20/13
April showers
wind lashing the rain
vertic'ly
'neath awnings
soaking running students through
as they scream to class
©2013-Art Belliveau
wind lashing the rain
vertic'ly
'neath awnings
soaking running students through
as they scream to class
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu 4/18/13
you entered my heart
like an effortless burglar--
took it for your own
©2013-Art Belliveau
like an effortless burglar--
took it for your own
©2013-Art Belliveau
17 April 2013
senryu 4/16/13
as the weather warms
and "the sap begins to rise"--
middle school goes nuts
©2013-Art Belliveau
and "the sap begins to rise"--
middle school goes nuts
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu 4/15/13
pecking a steel plate,
a woodpecker won't get far--
i try to teach class
©2013-Art Belliveau
a woodpecker won't get far--
i try to teach class
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu 4/14/13
alone in the dark
body clothed, but soul naked--
my eyes fill with tears
©2013-Art Belliveau
body clothed, but soul naked--
my eyes fill with tears
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu 4/13/13
i wait for the poem
in the early morning hour--
dawn comes again soon
©2013-Art Belliveau
in the early morning hour--
dawn comes again soon
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu 4/12/13
during stormy times
i always find in your arms
my safe, calm harbor
©2013-Art Belliveau
i always find in your arms
my safe, calm harbor
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu 4/11/13
at night, i reach out
my hand groping to find you--
so i'll know all's well
©2013-Art Belliveau
my hand groping to find you--
so i'll know all's well
©2013-Art Belliveau
11 April 2013
cherita 4/10/13
another sleepless night
as the stars dance overhead
and the wind whoops it up outside my window
snug in bed
under the covers
i read another book
©2013-Art Belliveau
as the stars dance overhead
and the wind whoops it up outside my window
snug in bed
under the covers
i read another book
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu 4/09/13
another test comes
one more straw on the camel--
how soon till it breaks?
©2013-Art Belliveau
one more straw on the camel--
how soon till it breaks?
©2013-Art Belliveau
10 April 2013
The Nameless Stars
I look up at the stars,
And I see them twinkle there.
I don't know the constellations,
Truth be told, I just don't care.
I don't need to know them,
To enjoy their beauty bright.
Sometimes I lay out on the grass,
And stare at them all night.
Then as the dawn begins to break,
As brightness fills the sky,
Quietly I go to bed,
Bidding my nameless friends, "Good-bye."
©2013-Art Belliveau
And I see them twinkle there.
I don't know the constellations,
Truth be told, I just don't care.
I don't need to know them,
To enjoy their beauty bright.
Sometimes I lay out on the grass,
And stare at them all night.
Then as the dawn begins to break,
As brightness fills the sky,
Quietly I go to bed,
Bidding my nameless friends, "Good-bye."
©2013-Art Belliveau
07 April 2013
drum circle
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
sitting in the drum circle
surrounded by unknown friends
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
participating in the rhythm
of the beat that never ends
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
feeling cares and worries
lessen with the beat
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
as the rhythms rise up to the skies
from the people in the street
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
©2013-Art Belliveau
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
sitting in the drum circle
surrounded by unknown friends
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
participating in the rhythm
of the beat that never ends
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
feeling cares and worries
lessen with the beat
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
as the rhythms rise up to the skies
from the people in the street
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
RUM-tum-tum-tum-TUM-tum
©2013-Art Belliveau
06 April 2013
Not Quite the Last Minute
I brought my papers to Mr. Green's desk,
The pile was three feet high.
Mr. Green turned red, his jaw hit the floor,
He croaked out a strangled, "Why?"
I told I needed to bring up my grade,
Improve that F to an A.
I don't understand why he's so darn upset,
After all, tomorrow's the last day.
©2013-Art Belliveau
The pile was three feet high.
Mr. Green turned red, his jaw hit the floor,
He croaked out a strangled, "Why?"
I told I needed to bring up my grade,
Improve that F to an A.
I don't understand why he's so darn upset,
After all, tomorrow's the last day.
©2013-Art Belliveau
05 April 2013
Yawning Trouble 4/05/13
My head's on my chin, precariously propped,
When I feel it coming--it can't be stopped.
It builds up deep inside my chest,
Cause all I want to do is rest.
The teacher is droning on and on.
Here it is--a ginormous YAWN!!!
It starts out quiet, but soon gets loud,
And really starts to draw a crowd.
The kids in the class all turn around,
At that intake of breath and sighing sound.
The teacher just glares from up at the board.
But, hey, I'm improving, last time I snored.
©2013-Art Belliveau
When I feel it coming--it can't be stopped.
It builds up deep inside my chest,
Cause all I want to do is rest.
The teacher is droning on and on.
Here it is--a ginormous YAWN!!!
It starts out quiet, but soon gets loud,
And really starts to draw a crowd.
The kids in the class all turn around,
At that intake of breath and sighing sound.
The teacher just glares from up at the board.
But, hey, I'm improving, last time I snored.
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu 4/04/13 (sorry it's late)
hello, my old friend
insomnia's here again--
can't say i've missed you
©2013-Art Belliveau
insomnia's here again--
can't say i've missed you
©2013-Art Belliveau
03 April 2013
splash of color
a washed out world
grey clouds leaching
vibrant spring colors
from the new grass and
fresh flowers
out the kitchen window
a cardinal in the back yard
scarlet plumage shining
radiating life
©2013-Art Belliveau
grey clouds leaching
vibrant spring colors
from the new grass and
fresh flowers
out the kitchen window
a cardinal in the back yard
scarlet plumage shining
radiating life
©2013-Art Belliveau
02 April 2013
01 April 2013
spring cleaning
spring afternoon
two weeks after the hailstorm
that decimated the
bushes out back and the
trees out front
i remember the smell
of fresh pine thick in the air
right after the icy deluge
warmish, but winterish
with the iceballs piled
so thick and high
i grab the rake today
and start to clear away
the halo of dead twigs and branches
in the grass
as supper cooks inside
©2013-Art Belliveau
two weeks after the hailstorm
that decimated the
bushes out back and the
trees out front
i remember the smell
of fresh pine thick in the air
right after the icy deluge
warmish, but winterish
with the iceballs piled
so thick and high
i grab the rake today
and start to clear away
the halo of dead twigs and branches
in the grass
as supper cooks inside
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu 4/01/13
i have decided
no NaPoWriMo this year...
Ha, ha! April Fools!!!!!
©2013-Art Belliveau
no NaPoWriMo this year...
Ha, ha! April Fools!!!!!
©2013-Art Belliveau
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