23 Jun 2016 Leave a comment
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
22 Jun 2016 Leave a comment
pooled our ignorance
and got it done
old not daft
JSmith 6/22/2016
20 Jun 2016 5 Comments
summer solstice hits
crank up the whine-o-matic
sweat is water too
JSmith 6/20/2016
08 Jun 2016 1 Comment
never content with
the long littleness of life
the ladies who lunch
JSmith 6/8/2016
06 Jun 2016 Leave a comment
want to make progress
but our days are so laid back
the Zen always wins
JSmith 6/6/2016
01 Jun 2016 Leave a comment
June arrives on time
skies still hold sun rain sleet snow
fancy bull-shitsu
JSmith 6/01/2016
27 May 2016 Leave a comment
fronts will come and go
rain falls rain stops rain comes again
the plants are rusting
JSmith 5/27/2016
25 May 2016 7 Comments
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.
24 May 2016 Leave a comment
“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:
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.)
23 May 2016 3 Comments
days sunny or gray
pass like water rolling on
inspiration dry
JSmith 5/23/2016
17 May 2016 4 Comments
rain rain rain all day
more falls while darkness covers
all the world so wet
~JSmith
Add your haiku in comments!!
12 May 2016 Leave a comment
whine
diss
opine
agitate if you must
so sad The Tombs were out of reach
tribe matters
~JSmith 5/12/2016
24 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
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. ❤
01 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
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
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.
08 Mar 2016 1 Comment
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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