Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Donuts Haiku For Hopefuls

power

power

Donuts Not Diets!
is not a “good health” message.
But I’m not judging.

What is it about a hot cinnamon-sugar twist that gives it its power over me?
I’m drawn to its crispy, golden edges and soft cotton-like inside, with the force of a giant black hole. There is no escape.
Any bets that the gym names a treadmill after me?

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Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Daylight Savings Time Haiku For Hopefuls

See

See

Daylight savings time
bites the first day until it’s
still light after work.

Suddenly it was a lot brighter at 5pm. You could really see other people better in that light. ;-)
(and I think we all look and feel better when the sun is out.)

Maybe that is a reason to get out on the street, or to the gym, or happy hour after work. Remember to have yer smile on, because if you see them, they see you too.

 

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Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Fortune Cookie Haiku For Hopefuls

lateMy fortune cookies
always give me good advice.
Just a week too late.

We always see things differently looking back on them. Things we have might done sooner, differently, or avoided completely.

Instead of focusing on the pain of loss, or a broken heart, I try to remember what was good before, or what did work better, so I can move forward and have learned something along the way.

And with the abundance of Chinese food lunch specials, I can get a new fortune almost everyday.

 

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Lovelorn Poets in Seattle, WA: Happy Hour Haiku For Hopefuls

biteSo hard to resist.
So golden, hot and salty.
Happy Hour bar food.

Like you really needed to twist my arm to get me to eat fish tacos, brisket sliders, pickles, chips, wings, or anything dipped in blue cheese…

No. I went right along with the plan.

I’m pretending like I’m not worried, as I mentally translate each bite into its equivalent number of minutes on the tread mill tomorrow.

 

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Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Smile Haiku For Hopefuls

smile

smile

I smile. Then you do.
If you just say, “good morning”
I will smile all day.

I walk down the street with my goofy wide smile. I look straight into peoples eyes, as if showing them that my smile is real. Most people seem to get it, and I even get a few smiles back in passing.

Smiling alone can’t make us happy, but I personally am happier when I am letting my smile fly freely.

(It only really scares a few people, and I pass them quickly anyhow. ;-)

 

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