Long Haikus Poems
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Earth:
Take off from the mass
Grounding oneself means standing
Barefoot on the grass
Water:
Fills every cranny
Obscure holes are discovered
Circulates freely
Air:
Time to rise to heights
Flight welcomes the curious
Breathe in wise insights
Fire:
Light shining above
Beckoning all Cosmic kin
Through beams they all love
Spirit:
A dream sparks on Mars
Spirits beam us way up there
To converse with Stars
Dream:
Dreams give hope to all.
Why not fly upward in Space?
Bright elementals!
Goal:
I'm flying to Mars.
I am on Mars in spirit.
Will be there on foot!
A mandate came out. Yes!
NO MORE MUSIC FROM ANY SOURCE..
(This would not surprise me, of course)
It had to be announced in the wobbly
leader’s disgusting, raspy voice.
Oddly similar, to a death rattle noise.
Fauci, and His Power Mad,Inc.,
Found variants in music~ wow, his logic
just plain stinks!
*Except for rich elitists, they are exempt.*
But working people he stomps on with joy,
with utmost contempt!
Waiting now for a moratorium on kissing
and on sex!
This medical(?)moron would do it ,I bet!
We never elected him!
How about Psaki, stone cold and grim.
Oh, I forgot! She hails from CNN
Good grief.I need a bottle of gin!
If you do not get how this world is run.
If you say nothing but take cover and
under thesaurus poetry run?
A big “C” on your back you mightily deserve!
For tossing this country into a stenchy, merde
reserve!
And you, yes, you who won’t say a peep?
Thousands here, allowing snakes to rule us,
those creeps!
Hidden beneath Haikus and beneath Invisible
trophies you chuckle and lie.
As atomic warfare is the new WHITE HOUSE
hue and cry!
What planet do you live on, I do ask!
As if you cared about life, you are not up to
such a caring task!
10/8/2021
a day at the fair
savoring an ice cream cone
best of memories
petting my cat or
taking the dog for a walk
best of memories
cruising in my car
the top down, wind in my hair
best of memories
summer and sunsets
jumping waves, bathing in sun
best of memories
Halloween, Christmas,
birthdays and Fourth of July
best of memories
meeting up with friends
conversations with dinner
best of memories
popcorn with a movie
sharing this with someone loved
best of memories
writing poetry
challenging the heart and soul
best of memories
my grandchildren's hugs
kind words and playing fun games
best of memories
seeing family
laughing while reminiscing
best of memories
July 23, 2019 for Jamie Pan's Multiple-Haikus Poetry Contest
Writer's Statement: I wanted to do a string of these little poems to show the things I remember the most in my life, the things that bring me the most joy. Since these are all things that have created for me my best memories, I continue to do as many of them as I can. We don't have to be rich and living in a mansion to enjoy these pleasures, and I feel very grateful that I have even had the privilege of doing all these things which for others in the world may not even be possible for them! I strongly believe that we must enjoy our lives, and try to share with others the things that make us happy. In this way, we are constantly making more and more happy memories.
******((Army of love))******
beautiful mattress
hot and riled explosive gift
nature at her best
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***((Gone with the wind))***
the music
listen to the moaning wind
biting to the pain
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******((Over & Over))******
the rainbow
fingertips touch a few drops
kiss of dew
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*****((Midnight Cowgirl))*****
Texas scat, scat
puts it in, in the muddy hole
Cowgirls get it on
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*****((rattle my bones))*****
taste my sweet spot
touch it, feel it, make it move
the earthquake
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****((American Graffiti))******
their limbs trace,
breathing accelerates
pulse race, excessively
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*****((Spice or Slice))******
haikus cake for two
hope you enjoy more than one
leaving you arouse
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Sexy-U-Contest
Wonder-stricken moments inspire
In an arena rife with engaging voices
A mecca for eclectic choices
Sharing muses, a communal desire
Men and women of words demasked
Thoughts described with stark imagery
Biblical verses so sweet, epitaphs, trilogy
Raw realization well penned as tasked
Bawdy limerick, narrative stories so illusive
Metered, acrostic, ten times ten, dizain
Couplets, two lines, four stanzas quatrain
Haikus, senryu’s, etherees, tight and inclusive
Stories told of life and death, love, sublime
Emersed in a cabaret, poets of Renaissance
Roused by your words and every nuance
An honor to be amongst you masters of rhyme
I found you by mere chance a stroke of luck
Chosen to witness your genius, I’m awestruck
In Honor Of Poetry Soupers
P.S. I Love You
Written 2/21/22
Words slip through my hands;
life crumbles like wet sand, and
I, sit still, and sob.
My tender heart bleeds -
at injustice near and far,
that one can't carry.
We were to be, one
family of God, and yet -
we are cattle, caged.
When will the world see?
We are united through love,
that is Christ Jesus!
Why do we live blind,
when we each have eyes to see -
and ears to hear Him?
Lord may my weeping,
be a prayer unto you, God.
'Heal our broken hearts'
Make us a body -
of Christ again, pure and right -
unto you, always.
(A collection of Haikus)
03.08.2024
childhood memory
in a country field of gold-
birds chase me away
childhood memory
of lush emerald green ferns-
frogs leap and I run
childhood memory
of sweet coolness in the woods-
flies chase me away
childhood memory
and fields of yellow daisies-
bees buzzing wildly
childhood memory
of soft pink roses blooming-
a thorn makes me bleed
childhood memory
of tall wild flowers swaying-
they tickle my legs
childhood memory
of gathering the fall leaves-
a chipmunk runs by
childhood memory
nature lovely to recall-
birds tweet as I write
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July 19, 2019
Poetry/Haiku/childhood memory
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1167-493-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Multiple - Haikus
sponsor, Jamie Pan
Second Place
Poets ponder and will never forget,
expressing emotions in joy and pain.
Scribbling words from sunrise to sunset,
ink flows like a breeze in sunshine or rain.
Their powerful pens lay strong foundations,
as paper highlights their raw reflections.
Poetry helps to release frustrations,
as imprisoned thoughts sing with inflections.
Composing legacies, where words bring peace.
Penning sonnets, haikus, free verse and prose.
Purveyors of words, where silence must cease,
so their tongues are free to bloom like a rose.
When hands tire with time and ink yearns to rest,
poets are content, they've fulfilled their quest.
Early rising
Sparkling skies;
Sublime moment
Dearest and I
Get ready;
Tour group assemble
Tour coach speeding
Jerky vibes;
Highway pulsations
Chinese lady guide
Delivers tour highlights;
Foreign inspiration
Off we go
Profound talk;
Morning invocation
Lijiang Expressions
A theme park act;
Chinese folk drama
Expectations
Captive tour audience;
Lijiang story
Vast mountain range
Snow-capped peaks;
Silence speaks loud
Supersonic boom
Speech echoes wonder;
Our ears feel blast
Overpowering sonic
Lady tour guide drenches;
Too high decibels
So many words
Stressed and jarring;
Blazing this mountain road
Joy lives here
Spring lingers;
Awesome mountain side
This old village
By this mountain;
Agrarian dialect
Cotton candy clouds
Breeze the peaks;
Touch of heaven
Ancient village
Historical tribal culture;
Displaced by modernity
Theme park sojourn
By mountain side;
Photo snapshot collection
Leon Enriquez
Lijiang, China
Yunnan Province
22 May 2014
I wrote a great book, part memoir, part novel
Shopped it around, I ain’t too proud to grovel
Got kicked upstairs to a big publishing head
He invited me in, and here's what was said:
This screed you call Crack House of the 13 Gables
Is one long rant mixed with recycled fables
It wanders aimlessly, but never resolves
Characters pop out of nowhere, then simply dissolve
But the symbolism, sir, allow me to explain
The Victorian parlor represents pathos and pain
In the attic are mothballed broken dreams and betrayals
It's gonna shift your paradigm right off its rails
It’s a thousand-page odyssey into the surreal
The hedge maze is where all 14 sub-plots congeal
Enough! The only reason I called you in, punk
Is to meet the lunatic who scribbled this junk
So I slunk away, not a little dejected
Ain’t much fun being literarily rejected
Trudged back to my grueling, stale coffee grind
Working 15-hour days, going out of my mind
Then one day I met an old pal for some beers
Hadn't seen him in quite a few years
I told him about my rejection slip wrangle
He said buck up, you just need the right angle
I like reading novels, now don’t get me wrong
But writin' 'em, man, that just takes too damn long
And what a huge risk, 16 years you devoted
For no payday at all, just your ego imploded
There's no need to pen the next Moby Dick
Try something short, now that is the trick!
So, I thanked my friend for his most sage advice
And took it to heart without thinkin' thrice
And now I am back as a voice for the ages
Except I'm makin' my mark in far fewer pages
I write sound bites and maxims and pithy remarks
T-shirt slogans and jokes, I just do on a lark
I bang out poems and lyrics at the drop of a hat
Dash off 17 syllables in ten seconds flat
Haikus by the bunch
Cook up a batch before lunch
Put that in your pipe
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