More 5 Autumn Haikus

Autumn howls aloud,
Wrestling the through trees saying
Here I am now.

Autumn brings forth the
Changing colors of leaves that
The drop to cold ground.

Leaves raked close to form
High piles for one to jump in
Or to Watch the fun.

Crisp air and leave fall
Bringing Autumn to open
Its way for next phrase.

Autumn leaves swirl, dance
Through breezy day, in the air
Then gently to fall.

Jingle In The Night

Middle of night I hear jingling
But not jingle of sleigh bells
For its middle of summer,
Where crickets strum up their music
And birds sing their lovely songs.

Jingling I hear is inside
Coming from same room of
One who has four paws,
Wags a tail; who shakes her
head letting the jingle ring.

She is my dog, who jingles
Her collar, which let me know
She is there sleeping, scratching
An itch which she must get
Before she goes back to sleep.

Leaves

They whisper through the trees.
They crunch and crackle beneath feet.
They dance in the autumn air,
Swirling, twirling, spinning around
Then gentle land on the ground.
They shrivel and die when winter comes.
They grow on trees in sunny spring.
They show many colors of
Red, orange, yellow, green, brown
When cold weather brings them down.
They make nice beds for animals.
They make nice piles for jumping.
They are good for household chores
Such as raking, mulching and burning
To rid their endless that keep coming.
They are everywhere and beyond
They keep coming every year around end.

Old Tatter Boxes [Revision]

A dusty corner stacked high of old tatter boxes.
Tatter, musty boxes lost in time and space.
Pull boxes from their places,
They creak and groan upon the floor.
Flying dust in air of ages passes; now gone no more.
Ancient boxes open; a whiff of old surrounds the room.
Hands gently take out object never before have seen.
Old they are, just like the tatter, musty boxes,
But preserved with stories of old;
Stories of long ago; is what the object is now.
Young hands gently fond object once was used so well.
Back to its place in the tatter, musty box it goes;
Move tatter, musty box along the floor.
Back to dusty corner pile high with other tatter boxes;
They lie lost for awhile until another time comes by.

Type of Work

I am not one to work long hours sitting
shifting through pile high of coded papers.
I have not gossip about near neighbors
not being able handle work giving.
I’m not one to slave day away outdoor
in never ending changing elements.
Nor team meetings given to restlessness
because of one hour commute long in car.
I am one for flexible hours, for short
four work days, bigger pay brought home weekly.
I can have projects completed daily
for I am allow to wear polo shirts,
sitting comfortable in leather chair;
stress-free environment; I will work for.

Veritas Odit Moras

It happened because his actions spoke louder than words.
It happened because it always happens in due time.
It happened because he finally learned his lesson.
What was he thinking, not telling his mom the truth of the accident?
What could she said when she found broken pieces in the trunk?
He push the envelope of speed to roughly.
Blew him away when the deer collided on impact.
He should not have swept it under the rug.
Mom should of seen the jumpy look when he came home.
Mom gave the you’re going to get it look when she found out.
He knew he got it coming for him.
All bets were off for the new video game he wanted.
No point in beating around the bush any longer.
He had to spill the beans in what happen.
Mom should of focus on controlling her anger.
Yelling is not going to solve anything.
Why didn’t he keep his mouth shut and not talk back to her?
Punishment would have been less.
Why did mom not listen really hard to what he confess?
Why didn’t he listen to be careful while driving?
To busy playing video games instead of listening.
To busy enjoying the new wheels he got.
To busy about curfew; going to friends and getting drunk.
Why, why, didn’t he listen to his mom?
He should have called for designated driver.
He should of spent the night at the friends house.
He should not have gotten drunk.
Now his mom wouldn’t trust him anymore.
He should have did the right thing right away and told her.
Now he has to pay for the consequences.