It’s worthless to think
It’s worthless to analyze
When no one else seems to
Blast from the Past:
Can’t think beyond so
What do you do? You bully.
Harm those who differ.
04/12/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Category: Aphorisms
04/11/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
The smallest of things
Zooms up close after a while
Whispering “Hello!”
Blast from the Past:
Uncover the core
Of the impossible. See
The world around you.
04/09/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Seconds before the
Big impact is the wrong time
To ask what the point is
Blast from the Past:
Isolated in our
Hulking towers of gray stone:
Evil in nonbeing
02/21/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
In this strange world,
What hope can we find beyond
What we bring with us?
Blast from the Past:
Hope is like a life
Preserver: though it may bob
It never sinks down
01/13/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
A word to the wise:
Always remember to breathe
Instead of yelling
Blast from the Past:
Out of anger and spite
You shot yourself in the foot.
Forgot the ricochet
12/30/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
I am a caged monkey
Trying all he can to swing
Amidst bigger bars
Blast from the Past:
The well-liked parrot
Ends up in a cage for all
To get to hang with
12/16/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Can you ever
Smell the scent
Of your own breath?
Blast from the Past:
Cuddle in puddles
Snuggle by bitty puggles
Crumple on rumples
12/14/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Maybe the times when
We are off-track are when we
Are most together
Blast from the Past:
The contemplative
Dislike anything growing
Outside its season
12/08/25 A New Aphorism for a New Day
Today I wrote an aphorism instead of a poem:
Instead of asking whether someone is a good person, sometimes the better question to ask is who are they a good person to? Some people are only good to themselves and maybe those closest to them.
Blast from the Past:
Each day, two choices:
Cast out the bad out of yourself,
Or receive the good.
11/22/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Don’t drink the honey
Unless you want to attract
Some curious bears
Blast from the Past:
The higher you climb,
The more strongly the wind blows,
The harder to grip.