The meek shall inherit...
satire
Alliteration and Assonance in a nutshell
Alliteration is similar sounding syllables, it differs from assonance as assonance is soundly sounding sounds...
Sensibility
Love makes the sensible senseless, and the industrious indentured.
Laugh It Off
Having a moment of victory soured by one's own crassness always enhances the humility felt thereby.
Hectic Holiday Season
Trinkets and baubles and pudding-stuffed dawdles, The hectic holiday season dawns upon us...
Wonky Window Blinds
If measurement fails Due to eyesight or hurry, Wonky window blinds. Giuseppe Gillespie - November 2021 Like what you see? Consider Tipping/Donating: Donations Make a one-time donationYour contribution has made this writer's day!DonateMake a monthly donationMy Saviour!Donate monthly Buy Me A Coffee (similar to Patreon) More Haiku...
Convex Concaves, Ridged
Convex concaves, ridged Mottled craters, and bridges. My ears twist and twine. Giuseppe Gillespie - October 2021 Like what you see? Consider Tipping/Donating: Donations Make a one-time donationYour contribution has made this writer's day!DonateMake a monthly donationMy Saviour!Donate monthly Buy Me A Coffee (similar to Patreon) More Haiku...
Always Needing More
Coinage passes through Greedy palms like greased lightning. Always needing more. Giuseppe Gillespie - October 2021 Like what you see? Consider Tipping/Donating: Donations Make a one-time donationYour contribution has made this writer's day!DonateMake a monthly donationMy Saviour!Donate monthly Buy Me A Coffee (similar to Patreon) More Haiku...
Foundation at Fault
Foundation at fault, Liquorice asphalt lingers On pavement tumult. Giuseppe Gillespie - October 2021 Like what you see? Consider Tipping/Donating: Donations Make a one-time donationYour contribution has made this writer's day!DonateMake a monthly donationMy Saviour!Donate monthly Buy Me A Coffee (similar to Patreon) More Haiku...
Anaesthesia
I've a funny feeling on my face. I don't think it's quite in the right place. These words you find on some line, as I've lost the use of mouth. Formulated in time by a mind whose metre is composed in doubt...
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