Zen Gardening
I am the weed
you thought you plucked
Grown from the seed
of something tucked
deep in your mind
as if designed
to bloom in doom
My Finest Hour
My finest hour
has not occurred
which may seem dour
but’s not absurd
For I hope still
what’s coming will
be better yet
Unimportance
I changed my mind
but no one cared
which undermined
what I’d prepared
Hedging my bet
saying “Not yet”
helped me to see
Withering Lows
Withholding doubt
within the frame
Staying without
a withdrawn shame
Strongly withstand
forthwith demands
to go with flow
Scamming the Cream
The world’s full of
mindless wonders
rising above
thoughtless blunders
It’s sadly clear
how we got here
The “buts” “now what”
Out With a Bang
With loud dissent
and selfish need
the slow descent
is gaining speed
Shadowy sounds
in the surrounds
don’t care what’s there
Winning Tactics
What will you gain?
Is it worth it
inflicting pain
to not forfeit?
In friendship’s quest
sometimes it’s best
to choose to lose.
So, maybe not
Is it beyond
the realm of dreams
where you’d respond
to aught but screams?
Though on the fritz
remember it’s
no sin to win.
~~~
Stephen W. Buchanan enjoys writing poetry, especially in the ha’sonnet form. He publishes his ha’sonnets at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet” and occasionally has posted or been published elsewhere. Stephen was first featured in 2020 and then again in 2022. You can find his previous features HERE. His work was also featured in The Short of It’s Volume 1 and Volume 2.
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