Dear ghost of deceas’d goodness!

O valleys! O cold rain!
O for my happy youth and yesterdays.

Hold I say! Hold!

Dear ghost of deceas’d goodness!
Soft is the crashing of the wave—it is not high tide;
Soft is the patterning, the patterning of the sky;
Clouds are like hidden fur coats.

And still the fervent heartbeat, the tempest-stirred waves

Puffing, what news!
Hold I say! Hold!
Grab for dew-vapor’d air and pronounce myself too late;
You’re beneath mud and too late, what news, too late.

Sprinters of fastest feet! Fear’s sprinters!

And then! tame pace
Then! peace during drumming;
And still the fervent heartbeat, the tempest-stirred waves;
A prophecy before he laughed like trees dividing the wind,
Sliced breeze—like a lemon, lemon meringue pie;
But I’m already human, and afraid of what drifts transparently to me.

Dive Into Darkness

It was a deep night,
The kind you just sink into
Like a submarine.

Sweet as Sweet Tea

I’m livin’ down South, so bless my heart
As these folks might tear the old Yank thing apart.
I could tell you I hate it, but that there’s a sham;
I don’t got no beef with Birmingham.

Behold It

Take the clay and mold it.
Squash it down and scold it
Flatten it and fold it
Scoop it up and hold it
Take the clay and mold it.

Champion

A picture of perseverance
Nascent innocence
Natant in a sense
Evincing testaments

Contentedly Tired

This kid who was all graduated
In a grad party participated;
He talked and he smiled
To adult and child
And now is left feeling sedated.

And Perhaps a Balrog

Tell me a story
Filled with thrills and adventure:
Here there be dragons.

For: http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/