Alysse Aallyn

Category: #Future

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Karma

    Come round –

    Go round.

    Love reaps love

    Law reaps

    Justice

    Violence reaps

    Whirlwind.

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Quid Pro Quo

    Tit, meet

    Tat.

    “Gifts” trigger

    Obligation:

    Intoxicating

    Poison.

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Confession

    First step –

    Hard step –

    Acknowledge failure.

    Open

    Emptily –

    To receive.

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku;

    Taming Hateful Mind 

    Can’t hate

    Your way to

    Happiness,

    Poison path finds no Peace;

    Rage clouds

    Choice.

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Reincarnation

    Are souls

    Transferable? Is

    Flesh loaned –

    Hungry spirits

    Questing for home?

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Self-defined

    Blind smack of spore

    From roots and core

    Germ flies high;

    Poets cry

    I, I, I!

  • Haiku: Subterfuge Inc. by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Subterfuge Inc.

    Ruse patrol:

    Dissimulating –

    Saboteuse –

    Guerilla guest –

    C’est moi.

  • Haiku by Alysse Aallyn – “Mastering Meditation”

    #Haiku:  Mastering Meditation

    Experience

    Intimidates.

    Silence sees –

    Compassion

    Understands

  • Haiku; Pupa Pluperfect by Alysse Aallyn

    #Haiku: Pupa Pluperfect

    Somnolescent

    Caterpillars

    Dream deep – the

    Language of Butterflies

  • The Missing Bride – a mystery by Alysse Aallyn

    Chapter 20 – The End

    We flew to a hotel at LaGuardia,

    Called Derek, whose father suggested

    Vince Tromwell.  He got 

    Mirabel immunity as long as she told

    “the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth”

    and after they tested the shirt and the knife

    Verne even confessed –

    If you call taking an Alford plea –

    (Which legally means “You got me”) –

    Confession. Verne got forty years

    On each count with deportation

    Instead of parole. 

    Mom and Dad didn’t mind

    Having a yoga teacher in the family –

    They both started yoga –

    I admit I did too –

    That’s what big sisters are for;

    They go through everything first

    So you don’t have to.

    We get to be writers, we

    The little sisters

    Poets and thinkers of all the peaceful

    Afternoons; assessing, not

    Regressing, savoring even

    The upside down moments

    Right side up and 

    Passing them to history.

    It worked on everyone but Mr.

    Mowgley, English teacher,

    Who said;

    “Shouldn’t you write this

    In the third person voice

    To gain some distance?”

    I said, “Never.

    I’m Richenda Marshott, only me and

    I’ll never pretend to be

    Anyone else.”