My steps are horses,
Roaming the plains.
My songs are birds,
Soaring over the trees.
My passionate heart runs free.
Blast from the Past:
I have a desire
Wants to break free from my chest
And fly far away
03/06/26 A New Poem for a New Day
Category: Poems that Aren’t Haikus
02/15/26 A New Poem for a New Day
Suppose you and I are the same.
Then you multiply me the same way I multiply myself
What if I then take the way you multiply yourself?
You and me multiplies with you without me the same way you multiply with me without you.
Ok, just divide you without me.
What is left?
You and I are the same as just you.
You are the same as two of me
As you become nothing
Blast from the Past:
Persuasive rebuke
A studied provocation
Influence lingered
02/07/26 A New Tanka for a New Day
After a long day,
I have the normal ritual
Figuring out which
Of all these many switches
Turns off the lights in my room.
Blast from the Past:
Charging at the foe,
Viewing it as a fight means
You already lost
02/01/26 A New Tanka for a New Day
May you read my words
As if they were more humble
Than I intended
When I originally
Put them on paper for you
Blast from the Past:
I wrote this haiku in Python, a programming language.
def haiku_maker():
for x in [5, 7, 5]:
print(random_word(x))
01/30/26 A New Poem for a New Day
Poetry is the
Window into
The impossible
Through the words of
The possible
Blast from the Past:
To learn what is possible,
You must cross into
The impossible.
01/28/26 A New Poem for a New Day
The boy saw his laundry
That his mom handed to him.
He lounged for his favorite shirt,
But she said, “Keep it clean.”
“But I want to wear it.”
“If you wear it now, it will dirty again.
You must keep it clean as long as you can.”He ran to his room
And put his laundry aside,
And looked at the shirt on his chest
Evidently becoming dirty.
To keep them all clean,
He knew what he must do,
Waltzing into the hall
Knowing that
He’d never wear clothes again.
Blast from the Past:
Brains are like lettuce:
Both go bad if I do not
Use them frequently.
01/18/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
People who get lost
In their fantasies struggle
With reality.
Eventually, their bubble
Will have to burst in their face
Blast from the Past:
Loosen the chains of
Reason and bathe in the sea
Of your fantasy
01/17/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
I sit in your box
Wondering the next moment
I can move beyond these walls
Blast from the Past:
I tried but was ignored. Moving on.
Your mind’s made up. Forced darkness.
01/14/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
All I can do is
Nothing
Compared to the
Heaven you give me
Blast from the Past:
Instead of “better half”,
I prefer the idea of
One’s “bettering half”
01/11/26 A New Poem for a New Day
Every dish
Is an adventure.
Will it be sweat, spicy, savory
You never know
Until you bite.
Blast from the Past:
An aphorism:
If you want to really understand someone, watch how they eat a burrito.