Little Yellow Flowers [Haiku]

i look beyond,
 but see only the flowers
  in the foreground.

The Fall [Lyric Poem]

Rome fell,
     the Mongols & Ottomans, too.
 Great powers fall
     often sans much ado.
     
     [Psst! someday yours will, too.]

They can't help but crumble;
     the foundations get rot.
 And there's too much weight
     to bear, without spurring plots.

Plots and schemes and pandering, 
     all throughout the State.
 Forget those Barbarians, the threat 's 
     inside the gates. 

Love Locks [Free Verse]

Wandering through a new city,
 I come upon a bridge:
  its rails loaded with locks.
   They call them "love locks."

It gets me wondering how many locks
 long outlived the love they memorialized?

How many were lust locks --
 linked to the bridge before 
  the couple really knew each other's
   vexing peccadillos?

How many were like ill-advised back tattoos,
 a lover's name - someone one met in Vegas - 
    and whose name one wouldn't
       otherwise remember, 
     were it not inked across one's spine
        in a 120-point flame-festooned font?

Scale Change [Haiku]

boulders in a pond
 become the stone monolith
  islands in a sea.

Scrubland Hilltop [Haiku]

in the scrublands,
 each step raises a dust puff,
  but rain is coming.

Tiny Chapel [Haiku]

a tiny chapel
 in the middle of nowhere --
  built to last eons. 

Covert Cave [Lyric Poem]

Do you know how deep the darkness goes?
 No. Chiaroscuro black conceals
  all but what's divulged by echoes,
   and figments spastic minds reveal.   

City Limits [Haiku]

the city grows
 up and down the valley -
  shaped by mountains.

Red Blossoms [Haiku]

red blossoms
in the understory,
briefly catch the sun.

Yin – Yang World [Haiku]

mountain morning:
 sun-warmed icecaps over
  a valley of night.