Category: Daily Haiku

Today’s daily haiku is a two-parter.

Reflections from an Airplane

Patches of green
Is what all human endeavor
Reduces from afar

Broken by protrusions
Of mountains disrupting the mold
Of man’s planned systems

Blast from the Past

The bad roads only
Lead to lost roads, winding through
The thick wilderness.

Ants along the wall
Ants flying throughout the air
Ant bites itch my skin.

Blast from the past:

Ants are in my pants.
I need to get these stupid
Ants out of my pants.

We were unprepared for
The landing that suspended
Us above our heads.

Blast from the past:

I feel like we are
On the same page but reading
Two different books.

Mice beneath mammoths:
Violence of liberation,
Shadow of justice

Blast from the past:

Gold coast and its slum:
Children of circumstances,
Nowhere to be home.

No close relationships
Just move on to a new place
No embarrassment

Blast from the past:

New York City can
Motivate, tire, pull, repulse,
Take, and restore.

What makes harmony
In my mind? Is it nature,
Or my own doing?

Blast from the Past:

Blessed are those who
Must hold their pee, for they shall
Attain fulfilledness.

Driving the fast lane
You’re dancing in lock step with death
Inviting him in

Blast from the Past:

Life is a highway
Under construction, where no
One is letting you merge.

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We walk together
As the sun rises. By nine,
Our glow left with you

Blast from the Past:

I come from left field
Where the great ideas are.
Come join me and see.

Your cry never ends!
Even the blades of grass will
Remember your sound

Blast from the Past:

Every piled up
Tomorrow will become an
Empty yesterday.

Oh, do you really
Understand the sound of spring
Rain on the soft brook?

Blast from the Past:

Why continue a
School of thought? Craft your style. Don’t
Rest beneath their hedge.