Mimi - Mona Poetry: Four Haikus

When I say "Haiku", 

please do not reply, "Bless you": 

not an allergy

The syllabic pattern for a haiku poem is 5-7-5, and the lines, whether in Japanese or English, rarely rhyme. Whether a haiku is full of metaphors and personifications has been argued since they are supposed to be written on objective experiences, not subjective. A haiku contains three lines with 17 syllables in total. The lines don’t rhyme and frequently have a kigo, or seasonal, reference; they’re usually about nature or a natural phenomenon. They have two juxtaposed subjects are divided into two contrasting parts and, in English, the division between these two parts can be expressed with a colon or dash.

You need not settle;

You are not ordinary—

Lizards bring magic

Give her your praises:

part human and part lion,

emblem of Egypt.

Head on my pillow

dreaming of us together—

Is it autumn yet

(two paintings by Michael Parkes: The Invitation and The Sphinx; painting by Malcom Liepke: title unknown)

Mimi - Mona Love Poetry: That Can Drive A Person Crazy

Love...

You can't be in love around other people or they will think you both are crazy, nuts, insane. 

Maybe you are.

©That Can Drive A Person Crazy

Mimi Wolske

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I wish you’d drive with the top down

so I can sit on top of the back seat

and wave to everyone.

Think about it;

they’d look at each other,

wave, then ask, “Who was that?”

I love you and that leads

my friends to think I might really be crazy.

Maybe they’re right;

maybe I am.

Loving you is midnight drives

with the top down

and dancing in the rain

and roasting marshmallows

and singing along with the radio

and kissing and laughing

in the shower

and holding hands on the bus

and pulling into the corn fields

for an outdoor quickie

and fighting when

the release valves are taut.

Some days they are —all day.

That can drive someone crazy.

Mimi-Mona Erotic Poetry: Have Any Forgotten

Blank pages are canvases and Mona Arizona knows how to paint erotic poetry on them.
It's been a while, but she's returned with her somewhat subtlety suggestive Have Any Forgotten, which is part fairy tales juxtaposed with love and sex.

©Have Any Forgotten

Mona Arizona

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Have any forgotten the way we were

in twilight sleep where images took hold,

when thoughts and actions weren’t over rated?

Those on the outside said “animals”

based solely on our cirque du soleil love

performance and those few tricks up your sleeves.

You were the hungry wolf, from the Brothers

Grimm tales, in search of a meal made of pork

and grannies with apples in their mouths.

Red tried to cool your cocktails with ice

and children freshly baked because it was

difficult dashing about the forest.

The blonde CinderElla took porn selfies

so you’d remember her on the dance floor,

then ran away wearing Hermes glass slippers.

When French chefs lobbied for delicate,

rare ortolan to be reintroduced

for their le plat du jour, I cried, “Cruel!”

and became too out of much-needed breath

to fight off those trophy wives of dead kings

to give the crowned wolfie prince a blow job.

“Ev’ry part of you looks like a kosher meal,”

you said, as your long tongue circled that big mouth

suggesting what was in store for this girl.

“Dust of that shaft...of sunlight; come; on this

blank canvas, paint me with your morning dew;

what we deserve is not on the menu.”

Have any forgotten the way we were

in twilight sleep where images took hold,

when thoughts and actions weren’t over rated?