Cherry in the sky,
The sweet taste of a spring night;
Our Strawberry Moon.
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Tag: night
Friday Night Haiku #125
Guided by her light,
To where the sky meets the sea;
Our moonrise kingdom.
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Hunter
It’s close to midnight
But all that’s lurking in the dark
Is your beautiful face
Waiting for the howl
Enchanting my thoughts
And as I submerge
Into the darkness on the other side
The thought of you follows me
Like a beast
Stalking it’s prey.
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After
He pointed one crooked finger
And said
“Go into the light,”
But I shook my head
And said
“It is only in the dark
That you can truly appreciate
The stars.”
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Friday Night Haiku #55
Inclement weather,
And still people drive too close;
Morons in the Mist.
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High Beams
An open letter to anyone with those ultra-bright LED headlights:
Please stop. It’s bad enough when some moron forgets to switch off his high beams (or worse, doesn’t care to) but at least they don’t reset the cones and rods in my eyeballs.
No one needs lights that bright. I get it, you have a big truck and a small dick. That’s no reason to burn the impression of your headlights into my visual cortex permanently. Especially on a dark and rainy night, where the rain diffuses the light so that it seems like there’s a lighthouse pulling up behind me.
(Also, getting that close behind me when the roads are wet and possibly slippery? Not cool dude!)
Look; I get you want to have the clearest views of the roads, especially on the dark country roads, in the rain with limited visibility, especially when deer are notorious for jumping out in front of vehicles, but it is practically blinding me, which is unsafe for me, for my wife and for my son in the back seat. So just…back off, alright? Like…3 or 4 miles back. Or, better yet, show a little consideration and get headlamps that aren’t measured in Stellar Magnitude, fer fuxks sake.
Signed;
An Irate Cecil County Englishman.
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Friday Night Haiku #12
Winter’s darkness comes,
I armor against the chill;
My blanket cocoon.
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Dashboard Light
Slipping through the eternal darkness,
Familiar highways cast in night,
A furtive run under the cover of stealth,
Save for the glow of the dashboard light.
Cutting through the muggy air,
Scattering bats and bugs that bite,
One eye watching for deer and Pigs,
The other soothed by the dashboard light.
Safely pulled up on the driveway,
Returned back from my flight,
At home intact to my wife and kid,
I gladly snuff the dashboard light.
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