A cute lil puppy
Climbing, jumping, and eating
In a pile of trash
Blast from the Past:
What is our vast wealth,
Our millions upon millions?
Piles of rotting figs
03/04/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Category: Poems about Society
Poems about society
03/01/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Oh to the quagmire
That is ethics when your world
Is built on empire
Blast from the Past:
Some are shrewd. Some rash.
All live and die in their place
For Heaven’s Mandate
02/27/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Falling in between
Unsupported, forgotten
Light shines through the cracks
Blast from the Past:
Even the outcast
Has dignity among the
Daisies in the field
02/25/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Given a weapon
Told to fulfill his “International Duty”
Tore villages to pieces
To return as pieces in a coffin
For a broken mother
Blast from the Past:
Killing the “bad guy”
As if only destruction
Will curb deviants.
02/23/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Watching laundry spin
Rolling up, only to fall
An endless cycle(Or at least for 30 minutes, but after that load is done, there always seems to be another load.)
Blast from the Past:
Pleasure comes and goes
Followed by melancholy,
An endless cycle
02/20/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Their gateway to hell
Bland hallway to pastel rooms
Painted by slave’s blood
Blast from the Past:
All that is hidden
Is not always revealed, but
Is always present.
02/19/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Chill under a tree
Sitting and cracking open
A nice coconut
(The sun bear I saw today had the right idea for how to spend a rainy day here in the Bornean rainforest.)
Blast from the Past:
Retreat from the noise
Of a cluttered world crammed in
A barrel of greed
02/14/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
There on the front line
In between the heartless system
And the humans it hurts
Blast from the Past:
Why do we let our
Human lives be confined by
Our inhuman worlds?
02/13/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Our heart builds callouses
So that we can seem to keep going
As the world just takes and takes
Blast from the Past:
Layer by layer
Learning what led to our world
A bottomless well
02/02/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Great minds think alike.
Great anthropologists ask
Too many questions.
Blast from the Past:
An aphorism:
Those who stop asking questions die inside.