Category: Poems about Society

That great ancient door
That no matter what you do
Will never open

Blast from the past:

Our flood became an
Immobile star, ancient overflow,
That we may prefer.

Towering goddess
Holding a new Cadillac
Dribbling with blood

Blast from the past:

I mourn for the world
The gulf widens from what could
Be to what we have

Today’s daily haiku is a two-parter.

Reflections from an Airplane

Patches of green
Is what all human endeavor
Reduces from afar

Broken by protrusions
Of mountains disrupting the mold
Of man’s planned systems

Blast from the Past

The bad roads only
Lead to lost roads, winding through
The thick wilderness.

Mice beneath mammoths:
Violence of liberation,
Shadow of justice

Blast from the past:

Gold coast and its slum:
Children of circumstances,
Nowhere to be home.

Pathways of power
The world lit only by fire
Strength in what remains

Blast from the Past:

She loved reading books
To candlelight that with age,
Her eyes strain to read.

We face a battle.
We aren’t going to fight it,
But we will win it.

Blast from the Past:

The tongue is a rope
That can give just enough slack
To hang yourself with

Wounded, cowering
But not slain, the defeated
Shall rise again soon.

Blast from the past:

The temple of man,
The beginning of knowledge:
A distant mirror.

History cleansing
Itself in my eyes, falling
Through my fingers

Blast from the Past:

Receive and reply
Constant churn goes back and forth
An endless circle