Author: Mark

  • Flight School

    We were merely kids,

    when they gave us jets to fly.

    Some battled academics,

    can’t hide behind a lie.

    Then up in the air,

    instructors yelling yes and no.

    A few short weeks later,

    Proving we can fly solo.

    We were merely kids,

    but they gave us jets to fly!

    Some battled alcohol,

    stress of advancement so high.

    Time for bigger jets,

    but no extra time to learn.

    Eat, breathe, fly, and sleep,

    we have silver wings to earn.

    We were merely kids,

    and they gave us jets to fly.

    Some battled ego,

    gods dancing across the sky.

    Time for graduation,

    what assignments will we get?

    Off to battle in combat,

    are we ready for it yet?

  • Haiku No. 10

    Deafening silence

    Outside people rush and roar

    Still I feel alone

  • Haiku No. 9

    Click creek burble hiss

    Steamed water flows through fresh grounds

    Pleasures of coffee

  • Haiku No. 8

    Towel, ladle, bench

    Wood-burning stove glowing red

    Sauna… sit, sweat, steam

  • Silly Duck

    Quack duck quack flap quack

    Crash quack over quack pond quack free

    Quack fly quack bye

  • Blockhead

    I plead with my mind to type something.  

    Anything.  

    Any little thought, 

    No matter how big or small, 

    Which might spark something bigger.  

    I feel my chest tightening, 

    Pressure building in my head.  

    Why can’t I type?  

    Why can’t I think?  

    I reach for a pack of cigarettes, 

    But the hollow crinkling of cellophane 

    Speaks of what I already know.  

    I shouldn’t have quit yesterday, 

    Or the day before that.  

    Dawn will break soon.

  • Haiku No. 6

    Lightning sparks smoke fire

    Flames licking up trunks higher

    Situation dire

  • Haiku No. 5

    White touching the sky

    Oh to hike from base to peak

    Snow covered mountain

  • Dark Night

    Why so dark tonight?

    Warm fire, full moon shining bright.

    Depression blinds light.

  • Presence

    Do I have faith in a greater good,

    something bigger than myself?

    Is it found in hope for community,

    found in giving to someone else?

    What do I love, where did my time go,

    am I preaching without walking?

    Let me sit with you, tell me your story,

    Love is much more than talking.