Of my Ill-Tempered Moments

A collection of haiku written when I am inspired by anger.

When you are upset
don't do something you'll regret;
just write a haiku

Secondhand smoke is
extremely disgusting so
don't smoke near children

Holding your bladder
while on your period is
so very painful

My mom's goats are weird
They always stay in one place
although they are free

Society has
a way of stifling one
just as one's wings show

He who drinks too much
has not won; for though he gives
truth, he receives none

I could write like Anne
but I have no desire
to write about sex

It is long past close
If you want to get your clothes,
come sooner next time!

Please don't take that last
haiku with a dirty mind
I'm a Cleaners girl.

Hot coffee seeping
through  my thin plastic trash bag,
why do you loathe me?

It looks so pretty
outside where I'd like to be
if only I could...

Spiteful words hurt all
as they slip so easily
off your untamed tongue

Haiku come to me
begging me to go quickly
and write them all down

If I were to be
jealous of one thing men have,
it would be pockets.

Freud was very wrong.
I have pocket envy,
not genital envy.

It occurs to me
that I write about pockets
more than I do of love.

Okay where I've been,
glad where I am, excited
for where I'm going.

 

"You are beautiful."

It means nothing to me, now.

I have heard it all.