Care
About
Rare
Earth.
Care
About
Rare
Earth.
The shorter the poem,
the more people like them.
From up above us
the drops fall upon our heads
and we reign supreme.
Don’t fear the rapper;
his rhythm and poetry
are par for the course.
A Haiku a day
keeps ev’rybody away;
forget the apples.
I am no Haiku;
I might look like one,
but I assure you, I’m not.
It is a surprise
to ev’ry single person
when a Haiku turns
from quiet and safe
to being a vicious thing –
like a mad tiger.
When you choose Haiku,
be sure you can care for them;
they’re for the long haul.
When a Haiku dies
there is a time of mourning,
in the afternoon.
Discarded Haiku
litter the streets of my town;
I add this to them.