A word to the wise:
Always remember to breathe
Instead of yelling
Blast from the Past:
Out of anger and spite
You shot yourself in the foot.
Forgot the ricochet
01/13/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Category: Poems about Psychology
12/30/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
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
12/29/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Caged by fantasy
It’s reality that gives
Humankind its wings.
Blast from the Past:
How to establish
Good boundaries with someone
Lost in fantasy
12/14/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Maybe the times when
We are off-track are when we
Are most together
Blast from the Past:
The contemplative
Dislike anything growing
Outside its season
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.
11/23/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Flying down the mountain
On the back of a motorbike
Bump, bump, bump throbs my butt
Each thud sliding me further back in the seat
Until I slide into the metal grate
The tiny guard preventing me from flying off the edge
Blast from the Past:
My last chance to feel.
I am this great, unstable
Mess of blood and mud
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
10/23/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
I stare at the screen
Pure blankness, taking in the
Pleasures of boredom
Blast from the Past:
Technology may
Kill creativity by
Killing our boredom
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?
10/21/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Old memories haunt
As an oozing infection
If you don’t tend to them
Blast from the Past:
It’s like a ghost
That’s been following us both
Vague and unseen