10/20/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Photo Credit: Nathan Dumlao

A one cup coffee
Pick me up zooms me into
The hyped stratosphere

(I’m so buzzed that I may just take over the world today.)

Blast from the Past:

If only I’d pause
In this transitory world
To smell the flowers

10/19/25 A New Poem for a New Day

Photo Credit: gt39

I strive to try to fly.
My lie is that I’d fly so high.
I cry each time I fly so high.
This lie that I will fly.
I can try to fly.
My time to fly is nigh.
If I fly, I’ll die.
I buy the lie to fly so high.
I fly to strive to try.
My eyes grow wide with pride.
I lied to fly so high I’d die.
I try my lie that I will fly.
My cry will fly so high.
My time to fly is nigh.
I fly to try to strive.
Can I just try to fly?
I fly with no cry to die.
I fly so high I cry.
I lie as I try to fly.
My try is that I’d fly so high.
I lie to fly so high.
I try by the by.
My cry will lie and die.
Don’t try to fly so high.
I hide to not fly so high I’d die.
I cry, why can’t I fly?
I grow my grand lie to fly so high.
I cry as I fly.
I want to try to fly.
I must fly to not die.
When I fly so high, I die.
Why lie when I can fly?
I must try to fly.
I fly so high I’ll die.
Less try. Just fly. Don’t die.

Blast from the Past:

But why long for wings?
My shoulders’ pang for freedom
Has kept me grounded.

09/07/25 A New Poem for a New Day

Photo Credit: Aurela Redenica

I
Grow
My
Grand
Lie
To
Fly
So
High

This is a poem form I invented, based on Magic 9 poems, which I was reading about recently. Basically, each line must be one syllable and must follow the rhyme scheme: abacadaba.

Blast from the Past:

I stand here confused.
I shake my wings intently,
But I do not fly.

09/04/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Photo Credit: Mike Beaumont

To avoid thinking
To not reflect on one’s life
Go through the motions

Blast from the Past:

The questions of life:
No matter how fast you run,
They’re where you will be

08/31/25 A Magic 9 Poem for a New Day

Photo Credit: Pexels

Eyes glued forward, beyond the rise and fall
Too afraid to look another way
The wind howls its persistent call
A slap across my face
The boat inches on its slow crawl
Nothing can change its glacial pace
“Forward!”, “Forward!” I try to call
Get me to another day
Beyond the rise and fall

Today’s poem is a Magic 9 poem, a 9 line poem following this rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Evidently, this form of poetry was invented as a typo of abracadabra, but without the r’s.

Blast from the Past:

I’ll try again to
Right the ship that veers off course
Towards oblivion