Category: Daily Haiku

The chapter ended
With no summons, no climax,
No theme, no punchline.

Blast from the past:

A lot of racket
From a small frog jumping
Into a puddle

This peak I just climbed
Seemed way out of reach until
The very last step

Blast from the past:

Be the change you want,
Or simply change the nature
Of being itself

Not all who wander
Are lost, but some wanderers
Decide to stay put.

Blast from the past:

Should I work to fix
My pigeon-toed walk to God?
I’m best on my knees

Why do I want wings?
Pangs inside like pokes of bones
From that which I crave.

Blast from the past:

At what point do you
Discover the name you were
Meant to give yourself?

I crawl back into
That space of
Unfamiliarity.

Blast from the past:

Earth, how big you are,
And how small we humans are
In comparison?

Pathways of power
The world lit only by fire
Strength in what remains

Blast from the Past:

She loved reading books
To candlelight that with age,
Her eyes strain to read.

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