MARIO KIEFER

Harvesting is done Labor’s fruit we do enjoy Thanksgiving has come #Haiku

There are those who will not give thanks, Despite all in their live that is swank. They’d rather complain And show their disdain Too much...

Each and every night Morpheus does visit us ’Til Aurora’s light #Haiku

Elections are only a token With promises perpetually broken You can’t take their word When yours are unheard Into the wind the people...

Leaves fall to the ground A beautiful time of year Falling make no sound #Haiku

Each party now gives its own pitch On who they think should be made rich The left or the right The middle despite will open their wallets...

Fifty states in the union, no more. And 51 senators are needed to score. For those things he promotes The Emperor needs eight more votes...

Yellow, green, and red Nature’s colors truly shine She readies for bed. #Haiku

No matter how much the Emperor denies Crime continues to rise If you lock down the guard And give the criminal the yard He’ll go out in...

The flora stands tall And Nature will give her love. When the rain does fall. #Haiku

No matter how much the Emperor contends That inflation is soon at its end If lofty policies remain Without plan for their aim Higher...

Now the sun does sleep Each eve lower than the last Under Hunter’s Moon. #Haiku

It’s your money in that account But if misinformation you do now recount We’ll give you a fine For not towing the line And leave you with...

Heavy hangs the sun Each eve lower than the last Soon the night will come. #Haiku

Democracy is under great threat So the Emperor’s minions do fret To protect from the breach We must curb your speech And your freedoms...

Flowers she’ll bequeath As she readies for her sleep. Felled leaves form her sheath #Haiku

Once the merchant would ask you to pay For the products he had on display He still sells to a shopper But only one who’s deemed proper To...

Lower hangs the sun Heralding Autumn’s approach Summer comes undone. #Haiku

He who speaks ill of the dead And does so with glee and not dread Will hurt the bereft Without thought for who’s left And heart empty as...

Shortened days foretell The coming of the fall bids Summer long farewell. #Haiku