"How Will I Know It's You" by Meredith Lawson

How will I know it’s you?
Just one statement that’s true -
If you’re the one?
Or to know we’re done?
You’re not consistent with your
Feelings, let’s get to the core;
I don’t know whether to sit and wait
But let’s get one thing straight:
Let’s get to the climax
And lay out the real facts.
You say you adore me
But it’s starting to bore me
You’re wasting my time with no action -
Just a stupid distraction.
So get it together, figure out
And stop this overdose of doubt.

"I Could Go for a Knock Out" by Alyssa Lawson

I could go for a knock out;
a little amnesia would do
me well. Baby, no doubt;
Kill me with your endless
blue eyes, Cause I forgot
him; he's simply trendless.
Take me through time-
where there's no fate:
you and timeless rhyme.
We could pretend like I
never met him, just you,
me… come on let's try.

"The Things Important Yesterday" by Nick Delbuono

Some things I have loved, and this I will try
To tell you them all, starting with the sky;
I don’t like the sun; it causes my eyes pain,
I’d much rather sit in, and watch rain.
I love the snow, and I love the ice
I think it makes, the woods seem quiet nice.
I love the feeling that I get
When I lose myself in music, and forget
The troubles and sorrows of yesterday
As the day slowly slips away
And yes I do in fact love night
When mischievous boys seem to take flight,
Red rooms with black curtains, set as trim
And movies that turn out to end rather grim
I like these things I have to above
But I like none greater, than the touch of love.

Haiku Sequence by Alyssa LAwson

The summer's my muse
The sun smiles as my pen plays
Inspiration: fun.

The trees hang luminous
Threatening oncoming winter
Their leaves briskly falling.

Simple yet so complex
Contradicting? Yes
Odd? Not by a long shot.

The morning breeze swept the hill
Sunflowers dancing along
To the motion: nature's song.

The humid stickiness loomed
Low near the black pavement
The heat a persistent foe.

The mountain fresh with white
Skiers dotted the mountain
Like ants at a picnic.

The tree's dusted like sugar doughnuts
Children covered themselves with warmth
And rushed into the winter wonder.

"Purple" by Meredith Lawson

Purple is the color of the summer rain,
It’s the source of my great pain.

Purple is the smell of the humid sky,
It’s the tent of darkness beneath my eyes.

Purple is the touch of golden grapes,
My heart’s wilted gloomy shape.

Purple is the death of a sunny day,
Purple is a burden upon the sun’s rays.

Haiku Sequence by Nick DelBuono

The sun is setting
Mid-winter afternoon chill
Snow is glistening

Inside on a rainy day
Puddles start to fill
Flowers start to bloom

Down the long driveway
Deer stand in bottoms below
Scattering from cars

Up the tall oak tree
Birds nest in the branches far above
Singing fills the air

Way far out of view
I sit on a grassy knoll
Silence echoes here

Sleeping is when I
Can pretend I am alone
When the day ends