The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about society
“Only to get by.”
“There’s no other choice.”
“You’re overthinking.”
The story behind this poem; only read this part if you’d like to hear my personal story. Skip if it you’d prefer to glean your own meaning from the poem:
This is about how others say to not think and just follow what those who tell you what to do when these leaders give unreasonably and/or unethical proscriptions. I was particularly thinking about how this happens in workplace.
Blocking catharsis,
Militant ignorance, and
Feigned resolutions
Blast from the past:
Choreographed crowds
When viewed in isolation
All political
I did not leave because
I thought the situation was hopeless.I did not leave because
I thought things would continue how they have.I did not leave because
There’s nothing left for me to learn here.I did not leave because
I wasn’t willing to try.The world is big
And sometimes you must expand
To come back
And see the war
As the squabble that it really is.
Blast from the past:
Targets on my head
Cannot bring me to my knees
I cast my shadow.
I want to explore
How the grain of the world runs.
The show must go on.
Blast from the past:
To your world that is,
I offer you the world as
I think it should be.
Nobody hears your
Symphony of panic
When you’re underwater
Blast from the past:
The first victims
On the way to the next world
Don’t look up
Unabashedly
Elitist yet structurally
Disadvantaged
Blast from the past:
To those who care less
About transparency than
Maintaining access
Whoever eats lasts
Seems to always end up stuck
With all the dishes
Blast from the past:
Anticipation,
To the possibilities
You are in my mind
If our world were flat,
Sorrow has a beginning
And must have an end.
If the world were round,
Our joy would keep circling,
Equally for all
(Today I am publishing two haikus.)
Intellectual veneer,
Underlying obsessions
Multiple constructs
Blast from the past:
Static management
“Meritocrat” politics
Nothing you can do
He sits there napping
On the curb, his feet splayed out,
His back against his bags,
A reminder that this place
Is a vortex of isolation
Blast from the past:
Wisdom is what you seek
When you have too much money
And time on your hands