
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
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Poems about society

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

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.

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

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.

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

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?

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

Great minds think alike.
Great anthropologists ask
Too many questions.
Blast from the Past:
An aphorism:
Those who stop asking questions die inside.

The boy saw his laundry
That his mom handed to him.
He lounged for his favorite shirt,
But she said, “Keep it clean.”
“But I want to wear it.”
“If you wear it now, it will dirty again.
You must keep it clean as long as you can.”He ran to his room
And put his laundry aside,
And looked at the shirt on his chest
Evidently becoming dirty.
To keep them all clean,
He knew what he must do,
Waltzing into the hall
Knowing that
He’d never wear clothes again.
Blast from the Past:
Brains are like lettuce:
Both go bad if I do not
Use them frequently.

As my youth simmers,
Some parts harden into me
After the dew fades
Blast from the Past:
Young kids stare amazed
Fingers typing, “Dupe dupe dupe!”
At the typewriter