In town I done ran out… of standard charity. What is this tale about? Here’s standard clarity. See the homeless each five corners, looking known less for the foreigners. I would have done hand out… now no such guarantee. ~ Does that make me a cold cad, heart hard for a season? Does that make me a bad man, […]Read more "– bad man? –"
Messy is the mistake, each one that I do make. When you give and I take, what on earth is going down? Messy are my strange moves, sometimes with attitude. Never mean to be rude, ‘specially if you’re hangin’ a- ~ round and around my whirlwind won’t stop. It comes into Kansas and blows off […]Read more "– a clue for the clueless –"
Running for a morning train that wasn’t even there, with hints of chill and unknown thrill though- out the Bridgeport air. Caught the 6 a.m. machine and through windows I stared… right at the sunrise, a sight for my eyes, unlike anywhere. ~ I was by myself… on a Thursday… in a kingdom made of steel and concrete… […]Read more "– thanksgiving in manhattan –"
Inching downward here, in the long side of autumn, itching turns ugly. D.J. WhisenantRead more "– haiku # 126 –"
Fear became bravery, isolation was changed into association, disdain was refashioned into compassion, hatred was altered into sympathy, and terror turned into peace the moment I exchanged my most complex worries for a simple piece of joy. ~ ~ D.J. WhisenantRead more "– replacement words –"
We-all-want-satsi- faction… a place to stash our treasured inner peace… so desp’-rate-in-all our action… we find comfort in pleasures and re- lease. I know ~ I try though blind to find my fulfillment, from a fine wine so kind to some new religion; stop my wander over yonder, to rest over and not under inse- cure cracks on my mad […]Read more "– fulfillment –"