Posts Tagged ‘ haiku and environs ’

Five Summer Haiku

2011.07.03
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(THESE WERE WRITTEN JUNE 21 on the unnetworked “writing laptop,” which I only mention to explain the last verse and thank you for not skipping ahead. And now, this.)

So soon the heat comes
after long weeks of spring rain.
Sweat follows storm drops.

Summer’s popsicle
And a pool to eat it by.
What more do you need?

Dappling sunlight
dances on the patio:
cool green tree cavern.

Lemonade tinkles
in an ice-filled glass alive
with summer music.

Roll out the bandstand
and strike up the musicians:
It’s summer solstice!

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Free Verse: “And God Said”

2011.06.14
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SEEK ME, EACH OF YOU
In your own way. And when you find Me,
Prove it:
Leave each other
The hell alone.

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Nathanson Creek Wind Symphony

2010.12.29
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THE OLD OAK TREE SWAYS
like a punch-drunk in the wind.
Please don’t crush our house.

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Days Like Doors

2010.12.26
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THERE ARE DAYS WHICH OPEN into unglimpsed circles that inspire and uplift.
And there are days which close the heart like a fist.
There are days when the angels sing within range of human ear
And days when all you hear is chopping.
There are days like green hills, a-prance with lambs,
And days like rotting undergrowth a-stench with mold and maggot.
All these days are given unto you,
like gloves God wears when He’s fixing something special
like small wandering children seeking a hand in the dark
like the door that opens into silence and light.

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Election Day Haiku

2010.11.02
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God who hears all, please –
Don’t let the idiots win.
Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.

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A Haiku For The SF Giants, After Seeing My First Giants Game Last Night

2010.10.28
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Tim Lincecum’s face
Passionate with the sad news:
Strike one. Two. Three. Next!

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Haiku: First Rain

2010.10.22
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6:30 a.m.,
And behind my coffee cup,
Earth sips her new skies.

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Weekend Holydays

2010.09.10
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Apples and honey
yesterday. Tonight, candles.
This Jew’s dance card’s full.

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The Point Of All Religion And End Of All Philosophy, As Concisely Can Be Put Sans Particulars

2010.08.31
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THIS MATTERS.

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Hometown Haiku

2009.08.16
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Sonoma Plaza.
Tree-shaded northwest corner.
…is that a fiddle?

Morris dancers leap
Today! Where a month ago
Two Jews laid tefillin!

Diff’rent traditions
Laughing under the same trees.
My town. Sonoma.

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Haiku 911

2001.09.11
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IT’S ALL DIFFERENT, NOW.
But as the smoke palls the sky
The flowers still bloom

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