Senryū

Curse her demon soul!

O yellow dust of time

Bury her someplace deep 

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Lightning bares its gleaming teeth.

Even as the storm pummels

And the thunder growls,

The umbrella smiles

At the fuming

 Skies.

                                                                                            - for April

Ruba'i

Across Life’s wind-toss'd Sea I blew, and swore,

“My Soul can bear these Crushing Whirls no more.”

And lo, from the foaming dimness, a Voice –

“Thou shalt take thy Lot, or else the Black Door!”