Ticks and tocks

 

 

Striking the iron while hot, red hot,

Molds it into marvels, from the taut,

Grabbing the days by their horns,

Seizing every moment that adorns.

Thus are born the tales of success,

With contentment, that one can caress.

 

My days, however, whiz past by me,

Of scattered moments, I hold the debris,

Stealthily, the time seems to slip,

Days into months and years, skip.

While I don’t seek a complete pause.

A tiny slowdown wouldn’t hurt my cause.

Happy Haiku

 

Happiness for all

I believe in that premise

With a pinch of salt

Ode to the toddler

 

A cutie, he is, handsomely so,

All of four, years he has to show,

That doesn’t change the fact,

Making up in smiles, any lack in tact.

 

Easygoing in his ways, the little one,

Always on the lookout for fun,

His people among many are two,

Who dance gladly to his every tune.

 

One by  one, he ascends milestones,

Garnering courage for some unknowns,

His vocabulary he enhances swiftly,

While maneuvering his play deftly.

 

Days turn into months and years,

He steadily overcomes his fears,

Onward, he moves, winning hearts,

All the while advancing his smarts.

Lark about

He blundered through snippets,

of their life together, some vignettes,

Seemed he enjoyed being the center,

at times he was like the stentor.

 

She cringed at his every word,

with every laugh, he was spurred,

Drunk he was with attention,

Alcohol needed no special mention,

 

Silent she was, thoughts suppressed,

Waiting for the moment, he digressed,

however, wasn’t to happen this time,

As he continued his comedic mime.