Decisions, decisions, decisions
Build on the crater
Of many indecisions
Blast from the Past:
The facts can depress,
Only showing the extent
We will likely fail.
12/06/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Category: Poems about Life
Poems about navigating life
12/05/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Whether we’re ready
We are thrust into the world
To endure together
Blast from the Past:
You are the rain cloud
That prevents me from being
Scorched by my own sun.
12/03/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
At the edge of who I am, I stand
Determining what it would even mean
To venture forward
Blast from the Past:
I’ve been standing on
The edge of what I have been
And what I could be.
11/10/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Where is
The breath of life
For these dry bones?
Blast from the Past:
Their story of me
Ends as my tale continues
Defining itself
11/06/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
How come humans can’t
Enjoy what we have without
Suffering for it
Blast from the Past:
Very few people
If they knew the harm they’d cause
Would still go do it
10/25/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Driving in my car
Watching the changes
That never seem to happen in the world
Listening as Garrison Keillor
Teaches me how to transition
Into middle age
Blast from the Past:
Slip slowly into
Unconsciousness just to face
The same old problems.
10/22/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Are we really the
Good people that we always
Thought of ourselves as?
Blast from the Past:
In grand positions,
Who can you now trust to tell
You your true mistakes?
10/20/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
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
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.
10/17/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Pinky, not the Brain,
Is the one who understands
The world’s meaning: Narf!
Blast from the Past:
Nothing’s better than
Achieving your long-sought goal
To feel hollowness.