2024 - The Cracked Door

9/8/24 Haiku for the Day

I wrote today’s poem in the Python programming language.

for each_new_day in life():

if only():

print(“Always happy”)

Blast from the Past:

The art of “freedom”:
Postindustrial promise
Servicing the self

To ignore is to
Destroy. Deconstruction’s the
Only way to preserve

Blast from the Past:

Passion is a fierce,
Enlivening sadness which
I’ll never deny

We face a battle.
We aren’t going to fight it,
But we will win it.

Blast from the Past:

The tongue is a rope
That can give just enough slack
To hang yourself with

Do not preach at me
When you don’t take the time to
First hear my story.

Blast from the past:

Deep within you is
The desire for no more war
Despite what happened

Wounded, cowering
But not slain, the defeated
Shall rise again soon.

Blast from the past:

The temple of man,
The beginning of knowledge:
A distant mirror.

I closed my suitcase,
Finally twisting it shut.
Now my arm twists

Blast from my past:

But if I am so
Different from these poets,
How can they move me?

Who I am is not
Who I am now, and now I
Suffer the whiplash

Blast from the past:

After growing big,
The giant bunny still feared
Itty-bitty snakes.