Alliterating Awareness
Sowing senseless seeds,
Reaps rotting repulsive rage:
Ripping reasonings:-
Liberating love,
Healing hot hell’s heating hate:
Plowed peace perfected
Living lovely life,
God’s graceful guidance given:
Fruitful faith flowing:-
WET SHORES: A HAIKU TRIO
Waves splashing the shores.
Warm, dry sand frothed with joy:
Wet and satisfied.
Wish I were a shore,
And justice, a frothing wave:
Wetting me daily:-
Shores of injustice,
Need frothing tornado waves,
And blunt force wetting:-
Crossing The Line
Time
is a circle
Unbroken
ordained
Inside
or out
Your destiny
— claimed
***
When The Music’s Over
Faithful
to his demons
Jim walked the Rues
Paris
alluring
deception its truth
Consumed
by a fantasy
where darkness can hide
Alone
in the travesty
the drugs — and the lies
***
One Chance
Time waits
for no one
holding their breath
Hearts beat
in sequence
numbered till death
One chance
is given
no seconds or thirds
Fate
the addiction
— shaken not stirred
(Dreamsleep: May, 2026)
playful
squirrels are chased
two dogs having their fun
barking up the wrong tree they are
defeat
An object with faces six
A combination of values and variety mix.
A part of game,taken as challenge
Played for fun,not revenge.
Every roll of the dice
Needs some trick and attempt, wise.
The face with one, has a value small
Helps one win,stands tall.
The face with two has a pair
The credit both,equally share.
The face with three is a trio
That shows up ,with the right brio.
The face with four has two pairs equal
With two and two,that make a sequel.
The face with five,has a member odd,
Yet,is strong,oh! my God.
The face with three pairs is a six,
All in one frame, together fix.
Each face has its significance
That really makes a big difference.
The fate of a player depends on the dice roll
One needs to play wisely, to reach the goal...
THE MIND AND THE HEART OF THE MATTER
(A Senryu Trio)
In reality,
The heart can’t be broken,
But can be deceived:-
Mind, mind’s deceptions:-
Deceived minds, deceive hearts:
Be in awareness:-
Deceived hearts suffer,
Feeling a mind’s deceived pain:
Healed minds heal their hearts:-
SEASONALLY READY: AHAIKU TRIO
Seasons of nature
Are as the nature of life;
Always challenging:-
Each season weathers,
Claiming its own uniqueness;
Just as do our lives:-
Live seasonally:
No matter which season comes,
Live triumphantly:-
UP ROOTED BUT NOT ROTTED
(A Senryu Of Hope Trio)
My precious son,
Lost in the nature of hate:
Our lives plowed apart:-
Our sown sprouts of love,
Uprooted and thrown away:
Their reaping delayed:-
Yet, life has its Spring,
Renewing its fruits of love:
Resurrection coming:-
THE OPPRESSOR SYNDROME EXODUS: A MLOKU TRIO
Today, we hued ones, continue to suffer an Oppressor Syndrome;
Once known as Black-On-Black Crime, is still around in our community.
We must now realize its healing must come from us, and us alone:-
It’s indeed a mental disorder to engage in self-oppression;
And it’s one hell of a thing, when the oppressed does the oppressor’s job.
It’s high time we become aware of this unhealthy situation:-
In today’s political oppression, self-healing must now be had.
With renewed faith and belief in self, let us reflect our black power;
With divine wisdom and guidance, let us exodus self-oppression:-
OF AND IN DIVINE WISDOM
Poured from His cistern,
Inking heart and mind tablets:
God’s guiding wisdom:-
May your inking forever
Guide me in righteousness ways:-
With elephant ears,
And with the eyes of wise owls,
May wisdom be mine:
My full overflowing cup,
Filling saucers of others:-
Not just for me, Lord,
But may your divine wisdom,
Lead us all onward:
We, ensuring coming peace,
Love, and justice, in our lives:-
WAR’S OXYMORONIC JUSTIFICATION
(An Awareness Haiku Trio)
They say, sowing war
is a profound investment
reaping fruits of peace:-
Billions of bucks spent
uprooting trillions of lives:
Quadrillion bucks reaped:-
Yes, sowing war seeds
to reap peace, continues
to be justified:-
Glory be to God,
Moms are the laborers of God:
Praising God for Moms:-
Without their labor,
We would not be in this world:
All praises to Moms:-
Praise God for navels,
Keeping Moms with us always:
Happy Mother’s Day!
Blossoming onwards,
Know you’re worthy of success;
God…navigating…
Like flowers of spring,
Your destiny is assured.
God…cultivating…
Plow onwards in faith,
Rowing towards your greatness;
God…fertilizing…
Pining away into the cosmic dust everyday
Faster than the second hand flies across the face of the moon
Changing its course in an elipse of untold counting.
Here lies the one that got nowhere with no one on the earth,
The burst of flames made the way that told its ending would be soon
Amongst the ashes of the forgotten teardrops dried crust.
Where Pluto goes comes the dawn of lifetimes on the earthly planes,
Two hundred forty eight earth years to be exactly right on time
For the birth death cycles of many hearts including mine.
Be as the sun,
And doubt not the Son of God;
Your guiding compass:-
Divine guidance is your gift;
Praise God for each day’s dawning:-
After sleep, you wake,
There’s sunset and sunrise;
You’re guided between:
Always believe in yourself;
Always be in God’s guidance:-
Journey faithfully,
You are destined for success;
God is your compass:
When lost, sign in your compass
And be guided on your way:-
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