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01/23/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

As my youth simmers,
Some parts harden into me
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

Young kids stare amazed
Fingers typing, “Dupe dupe dupe!”
At the typewriter

Each morning I wake,
Force myself into the day
After the day fades

An Alternative Version:

Each morning I stand,
Force myself into the day
After the day fades

When life’s spark simmers,
A persistent residue
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

I beg for water,
For my bucket is filled with
Fresh morning glories

What comes of the day?
The morning’s quiet passes
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

My emotions fade
Like morning dew in the sun
To return the next day

The world passes by
You stay still, always changing
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

Nothing’s happening.
I’m just writing this haiku
While the world spins by.

The True Rulers of the Land:

The birds who always
Can find their home and the seeds
Digging into earth

Blast from the Past:

I must move
Venture to the next place
Never confined by a home

As each morning fades,
The moon quietly gives birth
To the blazing sun

Blast from the Past:

The moon shines for whom?
Dancing in her own spotlight
Through which I see tonight

The rain subsided
Only for the overcast clouds
To linger above

Blast from the Past:

Why do deserts lose
The capacity to hold
The rain they do get?

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

The monkey plays among
The mangrove trees, flapping its
Strange, enormous nose

(Yesterday I saw hibiscus monkeys, which are strange-looking monkeys here living in mangrove forests.)

Blast from the Past:

Maybe orchids hate beauty,
Becoming so beautiful
So that they do not have
To engage with the beauty of others