HAIKU MAXIMS FOR EVERYDAY OFFICE AND FIELD WORKS
Clerical errors
Must be on the part of clerk
Unless you’re the boss
Hastiness leads to
Unproductiveness of work
Thus, leads to disgrace
Never say “I can’t”
For doing it is your call
Thoughtless man says it
It's safe to assume that this is my only wish,
Our land will prosper in peace and flourish.
Toss your hopes and dreams into acute end,
If you accept, all will pretend to be your friend!
The origin of my growth and the source of eternity,
To reassure everyone, this is utterly a fraternity.
You're calm, friendly, and care around flowers,
Everyday potency completely rebuilds your power.
A loving father who has no weaknesses in love,
A deep hold reaction, similar to a thrashing shove.
Safety, direction, and projection are solid,
We show it as a sanction rather than a squalid.
Despite the sour days, efficient was kindness,
One to wrap you in when your mind is in hastiness.
I intended such a debate to soften the damage,
It melts when friends awareness warms the adage.
The admonitions kept my pulse steady,
It has no counterpart in all human heady.
Ignoring dread until it arrives at a later time,
I win the heed as a dutiful offspring, sublime.
Written: December 26, 2022
Rush, Rush to scurry to do one's job, meet
deadlines, rush one's child off to school.
Rush, Rush to pay bills dashing to a point of destinations one to the other being late oftentimes may save one from overwhelming
situations of one's hastiness of one's fate. Time is just an illusion and were all just passing through. Relax from the hastiness of Rush, Rushing.
Relished thoughts
remain in cheerful hearts
not ridden by storms;
they protect them always
be it pain, or be it joy:
then, can spring signify life
in some inconceivable aspect
and promises excitement
for all and each one,
not walking the extra mile
and trip on stones that annoy?
Ah, avoiding strides accomplishes none!
Do false lovers deceive
and take what's not theirs?
Do their empty promises
bring delusion or allusion...
when hastiness aggrieves
and they think it's transitive
to meditate on a substitution?
Unpleasant thoughts darken the mind,
they spread a veil of opaque certainty
across the eyes that can't see with clarity...
that one needs to achieve something grand
by discerning that spring signifies life in some inconceivable aspect,
who can assert that all seasons are unchangeable and perfect?
Trees
are the permanent
the eternal
which we forget
in our hastiness..
our identity lost
the objects of life
stand forth claiming
special reverence..
until
the tree experience
brings us home and
reintroduces ourself
to ourself...
Hope
will not
mingle with them;
Curiosity,imbalance,hastiness,dread
'Cos she knows her standard.
While i peel the banana off the peel,
I see the world in motion,
In hastiness, in deceit,
In gaudiness, in retreat.
While i eat the apple seeds
I see you Senor,
Clasp an unknown woman's hand
While your wife waves, so grand
While i drink the colored stream
I see you old man,
Think you tarried too much so as
To be thrown out by your lads?
While i bay the insects' flight
I see you little one
Like cranberries so naive you bloom,
Anticipating world peace soon
While i wipe my face with dirt
I see you lovely lady,
You wait for your husband every night
And dream about your unsaid plight
While i count the stars at night
I see myself,
I cry, i weep, i laugh like mad,
No one sees me, lucky lad!
And again for the card game,
His throw kings in the fold,
Empires had forgotten them in the hastiness,
To find the familiar melody - that was lost, but always sounds in my dreams.
And jazz is playing and tired pianist whispers something to His fingers,
And guitarist with a shy smile governs the right tone,
And music shades compose the mellifluous long dream,
Where own orchestra in the world of his dreams has been shipped.
Again I am looking for the melody that plagued in His sleep,
Yeah know not destined to hear that melody in the other sounds in reality,
That the lost harmony, that still sounds in me,
And the sheet music signs the pianist reads in the delirium.
Outlines of distant faces
Pass in blurred hastiness
As frosted window-panes
Hide and reluctantly reveal
What lies beyond.
One face in hesitant expectancy
Stares wistfully on the outer world,
Slowly fading to reappear again
With its every tremulous breath.
I show myself and smile
And the lonely waiting face
Answers in glowing radiance.
Over the separating pane
I pass my trembling hand
Along the outlines of her face
While we look straight in the eyes
Uttering musical soundless words of love…
And when it’s time to go, we kiss
(A lingering touch of lips on glass
On each side of a window-pane)
Then, unwillingly, I withdraw
And walk away into the cold
As a lonely face behind a window-pane
Still stares…then gradually fades
But not to reappear again.
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Author: Paul Callus
Contest: Any Poem Goes #13
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placing: 7th
Why hastiness?
And this is not our last dinner
O, my lady the pub is opened till dawn
And the dawn is beautiful in your eyes
Here I go again
with the midnight rain
late night birds twittering in their nest
I hear the whistle - the night guard blows
rest of the world - I see repose.
Here I go again
with the darkness that prevails
along with the glittering rain drops
caused by the street lights luminances
I feel the ease - the whisper of the breeze
rest of the world - I see in their dreams.
Here I go again
with the aroma of the earth
when the lives beneath egresses to explore their new shelter
I see them fending - the unity they build
rest of the world - I see leisurely.
Here I go again
with the flow of water
that coursed through the pipes to the drain
the wastes in there - blocked the course
I boded the hydra - the flood it borne
rest of the world - I see drouth.
Here I go again
with extreme eagerness
the time of night made me to awaken
I see the hastiness - opposed to the world of boredness
rest of the hours - I felt myself crying with the rain.
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