All Over Again

By Bud Koenemund

I think about you

every day. And, miss you

all over again.

Mute

By Bud Koenemund

For Tahni

Thoughts of you persist;
Impure desires o’erwhelm,
yet I remain mute.

Love

By Bud Koenemund

I'm constantly torn

between revelation and

self-preservation.

Madness

By Bud Koenemund

Images tease me;

driving imagination

closer to madness.

Abyss - A Haiku

By Bud Koenemund

The voices whisper
constantly, dragging me down
into an abyss.

Thoughts of You

A year-end haiku

By Bud Koenemund

Even in the midst
of celebration, my mind
turns to thoughts of you.

Never Forget Rule One!

By Bud Koenemund


The Poet's Handbook

Section 1: Rules and Regulations

Sub-section A: Love Poetry

Rule One – Unrequited and/or Unobtainable Love: The Poet shall at no time compose any passage for an obtainable love, or for any person that requites the Poet’s love.  The Poet will limit creative efforts to writing for the following: persons married to another, persons engaged to another, persons promised to another, or persons otherwise involved with another.  See also: Courtly Love.

Muse Rejoined - A Haiku for NaPoWriMo

By Bud Koenemund

Muse Rejoined

For TK

Would'st thou write for me?

Confess thy heart, and make me
a muse to a muse.

Satisfied - A Haiku for NaPoWriMo

By Bud Koenemund

Satisfied

Control my raw lust;

taming while devouring;

'til you've had your fill.

Internet - A Haiku for NaPoWriMo

By Bud Koenemund

Internet

Everyone is

standing in a room screaming,
while looking at porn.

Star Stuff

By Bud Koenemund

Star Stuff

For "Her."

Consumed by madness;

hysterical and empty,
I drift amongst stars.

Satire and "The Line"

  As a writer, I am always leery of passing too harsh a judgment on other writers; especially when it comes to attempts at satire. As George Carlin says, "I think it's the duty of the comedian to find out where the line is drawn and cross it deliberately."

  I've written my share of satire. I've toed – perhaps even crossed – that line more than once. I've made word choices for effect. But, what The Onion did last night during the Academy Awards – what they called Quvenzhané Wallis, a nine-year-old child – was well over any possible definition of "the line."

  While I certainly am not the final judge of what is or isn't funny – at least not for anyone but myself – I think any rational person would be offended by The Onion's insulting remark regarding Ms. Wallis.

  Because she was seated at the Oscar ceremony, waiting to find out if she won the award for Best Actress, I'm sure Ms. Wallis did not see the Twitter post from The Onion. And – though it may be naïve of me – I hope she does not see the apology they posted soon after. I hope no one has to explain to a nine-year-old what The Onion said that required – that demanded – an apology.

  I believe in the First Amendment. The Onion has the right to write whatever they please. I, however, am not forced to agree with them. Nor, am I obligated to continue following them on Facebook, Google+, Tumblr, and Twitter.

  I have, therefore, expunged The Onion from each of the social media platforms I use.