Villanelle (for OneStopPoetry's villanelle week)

I push the pencil using both its ends.
Until I've pulled my hair out through the night.
This villanelle and me will not be friends.

I curse out loud, as my eraser rends
My perfect words from paper and from sight.
I push the pencil using both its ends.

Another cup of strong black coffee sends
My muddled brain into a dizzy flight.
This villanelle and me will not be friends.

For my travails, there ain't no dividends,
No monetary gain for night-long fight.
I push the pencil using both its ends.

I suffer long!  This callused poem depends
On silly metered rhyme that's written right.
This villanelle and me will not be friends.

I curse you, villanelle, with no amends!
I've been to Hell and back for you all right!
I push the pencil using both its ends.
This villanelle and me will not be friends.

Monty Wheeler

Haiku (for OneStopPoetry's Monday challenge)

New Year's Eve message
Five thousand black birds fall dead
Satan's dark omen

bummy

Odd occurance I heard about this morn.  over 5000 blackbirds fell dead from the sky not 100 miles from me.  now.  y'all tell me why  :)  here's link to what lil story exists so far http://www.mediaite.com/tv/this-exists-a-1000-dead-birds-fall-on-small-arkansas-town-on-new-years-eve/