Memory of a dream…

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I move to your warmth

but you aren’t there

tears deliver me to unhinged

dreaming

and morning shows up rude

careless

awful

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you won’t be there

ever again

nor there

nor there

and mornings will arrive

rude careless awful

forever

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death of hope snuffs out life

a morning has to come

not rude careless awful

breathing beings cease with

only rude careless awful

but hope is pliant

she offers herself endlessly to true believers

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JSmith 6/23/2016

 

 

 

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By golly haiku…

pooled our ignorance

and got it done

old not daft

JSmith 6/22/2016

 

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Hot-Day Haiku…

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summer solstice hits

crank up the whine-o-matic

sweat is water too

JSmith 6/20/2016

 

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For Patreekia The Birthday Girl

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never content with

the long littleness of life

the ladies who lunch

JSmith 6/8/2016

 

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Haiku avoidance…

want to make progress

but our days are so laid back

the Zen always wins

JSmith 6/6/2016

 

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June…haikuing out all over

June arrives on time

skies still hold sun rain sleet snow

fancy bull-shitsu

JSmith 6/01/2016

 

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Still raining, still haikuing…

fronts will come and go

rain falls rain stops rain comes again

the plants are rusting

JSmith 5/27/2016

 

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modern HAIKU…teachable moments

And by teachable, of course, I mean me. The fabulous one-of-a-kind Janis Ian led me straight down an enticing rabbit hole with her Godzilla haiku, and although I haven’t sent her my own personal homage to the Big Guy yet, I’m having fun with the new toy. Since I’m hoping you’ll add your own quirky lines in Comments (so I can psychoanalyze you), it’s time for me to branch out and experiment with alternate rhythms from yesterday’s teachable moment:

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want a piece of me

not enough to go around

get in line Sweetness

JSmith 5/25/2016

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That’s five seven five again. Next challenge…

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lunch is served

Chef Boy Are We Poor

act not proud

JSmith 5/25/2016

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Three five three and I like it!

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Two three two? What are the odds?

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puffed up

infested

jackass

JSmith 5/25/2016

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TA-DAA!! That’s the most fun I’ve had since last night and once you screw your brains out into left field and let them freewheel (were you getting worried?), the stanzas jump up and dance. You have to do this, okay? because it’s so much fun and you’ll be so.freaking.proud of yourself. Truth.

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I’ll just leave this here as the embodiment of inspiration for each of us today:

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Six five four, did you catch that? Just do it.

 

 

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You, too, can haiku…

“A traditional Japanese haiku is a three-line poem with seventeen syllables, written in a 5/7/5 syllable count.” That is hot off the interwebs, kids, so I’m giving it my No Housekeeping Seal of Approval and we’ll roll with it.

Unless we want to consider this generous input from Be Happy Zone:

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See what I’m sayin’?  EVERYBODY CAN DO THIS!  So EVERYBODY DO THIS, OKAY? Here, I’ll get us started…

 

pain is not a friend

taking my chubby lumpkins

to the pool for cure

JSmith 5/24/2016

 

*My internal rhythm is partial to 5 7 5, but I promise to experiment with other patterns next time. SHOW ME WHAT YA’ GOT! (Post in Comments.)

 

 

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Rain or shine…

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days sunny or gray

pass like water rolling on

inspiration dry

JSmith 5/23/2016

 

 

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When it rains, we haiku…

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rain rain rain all day

more falls while darkness covers

all the world so wet

 

~JSmith

 

Add your haiku in comments!!

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Ode to Bella Coma

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whine

diss

opine

agitate if you must

so sad The Tombs were out of reach

tribe matters

~JSmith 5/12/2016

 

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For Krista

morning glorious

blue-sky easy-breeze

families farmers mowers runners riders pedalers

dogs kids coffee sprouts

players hangers-on sun-babies

he does so we can

precious spoons accrue

Fat Lady mute

JSmith 4/24/2016

 

{Thoughts while pondering The Meaning of Life on a Saturday, prompted by feelings about the artists who’ve helped us get through the night, know ourselves better, value our existence more, give ourselves tacit permission to be weird. Those friends of the heart are relentlessly leaving us, and not by choice. They got older along with us, and talent can’t necessarily buy extra time – so we have a sacred responsibility to own what they tried to show us, and keep the lights on. Life is a good thing.}

A gift to my niece because she asked. She is a true poet and I love her enough to put some words out, knowing it isn’t a contest. ❤

 

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The Watchers

walls what

did you see

when the riders came up mass

did you hear

and want to warn

did your windows weep

your stones cry out

did survival root you

fill your clefts with balm

for scholar and bum

set you as watchers

over revelry and mayhem

over life

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JSmith 4/1/16

 

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Mass Street in Lawrence, Kansas, is a world unto itself.  Some of its buildings were here before Quantrill’s Raid in 1863, and they’re works of art in my eyes.  They embody so much of the spirit of the place – strength, longevity, resilience, the quiet joy of being free to be. They’re lovely to look at in every season.

 

 

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The rain in Spain …

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Sitting out

watching the rain

hearing the trains

theatrical horns chewing scenery

while wheels rhythmically

play understudy.

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No sweeter melancholy.

~JSmith, 3/8/2016

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