Devilish grin With a drawing voice To match Eyes sharp And ready To banter Angelic face With a sharp tongue Sounds like honey -Kel Dayheart
False Calm
She seemed as docile As a doll Impassive and unimpressed But one word Can bristle her up And having her fighting As fiercely as any tiger -Kel Dayheart
Can You Hear Me?
Little blue bird Chirps its song To all that will Listen for a moment -Kel Dayheart
Public Face
He was suave And debonair In his appearance only But he was A rogue at heart -Kel Dayheart
Future Investments
Work for something- Some goal to accomplish Or you invest in nothing And there will be No proof of your integrity -Kel Dayheart
Haiku #48
Spain heat, island beaches Paris nights, London's rain The traveler roams
Threadbare
Patchwork stitches String together these moments Held with the thinnest thread They still keep without snapping -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #59
They were together but growing tension left them nothing.
Gray Day
Take shelter from the rain It's a dreary gray out The clouds rumble threateningly But worry not For soon the sun will come And shine once more -Kel Dayheart
Pragmatic
Realistic in your approach You always seem so practical When faced with any issue Never putting up with nonsense Down- to- earth Feet planted firm No time for your head To be in the clouds Matter- of- fact down to the bone -Kel Dayheart
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