Tide The executioner

The miraculous
executioner arrives.
Stains are departing!

Happy cat!

Mister Whiskers smiles,
he can sleep in bed tonight
Nasonex inside!

By: Loipa Ramos

Poem # 7 - The Final Week from Hell

The final week approaches,
it has reared its ugly head.
The pressure is off the roof,
and my brain feels almost dead.

Meaningless hours wasted,
crunch time is finally at hand.
How I wish to reach the end
unscathed while my legs still stand.

Red Bull cans in my trash,
I yearn for rest in sleepless days.
Work never seems to get done,
and my thoughts are adrift in a haze.

Deadlines, projects and finals,
This is not what I asked for...
Every idea comes with a struggle
It feels like I'm going to war.

No time for rainbows or sunshine.
It's blood, sweat and tears.
I panic in fright and ask myself:
How will I conquer my fears?

I answer & say "It's just one week"
Everything will come to pass.
This nightmarish week from hell
can frankly kiss my ass!

Ali's Haiku-isms # 33

Stain Assassination

Stains will feel the pain
When Tide spreads its soapy wrath.
Now that's a clean kill!

Sarah's Haiku

Paint it Red

I wear a red stain,

Evidence of a long night, 

Tide erase the shame.

Pump It Up, Nasonex

Your long slender tube's,
always welcome in my nose,
Spray away, my friend!

My muses

Inspiration comes
in the middle of the night;
muses pay me a visit
and ask me to dance.

I dance at their pace
and I am lost in their embrace;
I am living my present
no one is on the way.

I want to live in this cloud
when the sun comes out,
when the music fades away
and the birds fly around.

I linger in this feeling,
don't ever want to look back
but gravity whispers in my ear
it is time to come down

I am back to myself,
I've been high for a while;
I feel so good in my own
and I am ready for a second round!