The Inner Voice (Haiku)

Some use radio
To quiet the inner voice
Keeping it away

That's fine for the car
But not for moving events
Any performance

Pesky inner voice
Gets in the way of movement
When body knows best

Intellectual
Too slow for complex movement
Causes us to err

With that voice turned off
Anxiety slips away
When moving or not

My mantra for me
The radio can't be on
At opportune times

Spring in Kentucky (Haiku)

It;s that time of year
Flowers and trees are blooming
This is Kentucky

Finding the Truth (Haiku)

Truth is here for us
Finding it is the struggle
It is up to us

There are many steps
On the stairway to heaven
Some are stuck on one

Some go one by one
Others take two at a time
A lifetime too short

Once it is achieved
We can possibly move on
To higher levels

The Little Screen (Haiku)

Images now real

Preset packaged and rehearsed

We expect perfect

Reality's not

It's always less than perfect

We prefer perfect

So we watch our screens

While life is passing us by

Seeing perfection

Tolerate the real

Enjoy perfect images

Escape to the screen

Spontaneity

Sacrificed for perfection

It's artificial!

On Cooks (Haiku)

The only thing worse
Than a bad cook is one who
Thinks she's a good cook

Contact/ Or Not (Haiku)

Someone at the door
Ignore him, he'll go away
He does, leaves a card

The telephone rings
Too often, don't answer it
Leave me a message

I've got an Email
Too many, ignore them all
Fill up the inbox

Now there is Facebook
Posts and follows are rampant
Too many to see

Yet I sit alone
In a room full of people
And look at my screen

The one way to me
Is to get my attention
Going to my door

Round and round it goes
The getting of attention
Cycling forever

Intelligent Choice (Haiku)

I will or I won't
Intelligent choices made
Change the course of life

Whom will I marry
From this will come the children
Slightly different

What is my calling
From this my contribution
A different world

We call it choosing
It is called evolution
When hindsight is used

When viewed at present
The changes seem minuscule
From afar they're vast

Thus we break records
Ever onward and upwards
Soon beyond the moon

There is a question
What fuels imagination
From which it all comes