Tag Archives: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

i bite my thumb at me

oh woe is the state of me

am I beyond repair?

if’t be true mine heart lies at the city centre

wherefore doth it not get along with its neighbor brain

which dwells near by in northern suburb?

thoughts after all bringeth forth emotion

and though synapse art wearied and has’t suffered damage

they doth still transit thither

~Melanie Thomason

4/29/2018

***I asketh thee, please forgive mine feeble attempts at sounding “Shakespearean” and the resulting butchery.

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Black Magic

His smile was like some kind of magic

As was the sparkle in his eyes

But she knew it would be some kind of tragic

if she once again went for the ride

 

~Melanie Thomason

4/28/2018

 

 

 

 

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barbed

 

I cannot grasp

the ease at which

barbed fallacies fall

from your crimson lips

only to plunge deftly

into my still beating heart

~Melanie Thomason

3/28/2018

 

 

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Easter Bunny~ haiku

 

Image result for chocolate easter bunny

oh, you do not hop

your ears, they do not listen

poor Easter bunny

your nose does not twitch

sadly you are not fuzzy

poor Easter bunny

 

Image result for chocolate bunny bite out of ear

yummy chocolate

ears will be the first to go

poor Easter bunny!

 

~Melanie Thomason

3/28/2018

 

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evergreen~haiku

winter’s perfect scene

snow falls on an evergreen-

natural flocking

~Melanie Thomason

12/30/2017

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adieu to you and you and you…

She had come to a decision

It was time for a fresh start

With only promise in her heart

she bid farewell to them all

in celebration of herself

~Melanie Thomason

 

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once white~ haiku

freshly fallen snow

turns grey under careless feet-

as a broken heart

 

~Melanie Thomason

12/20/17

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circles

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a band of gold around your finger

shouldn’t feel like bracelets made of steel

you should feel his arm around your shoulders

not his hands around your throat

that is not love

 

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