The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
Reflections on life, the world, and society. Come explore with me.
Poems about society
I walked along the street
Its quiet moments stolen by the loud crowds
Flocking to and fro
Eager men and women
In traffic’s constant flow
As I decide which I should go
Blast from the Past:
Walking down the street,
Envisioning a haiku
Eek! That was a car.
The tragedy is
Not that the world is broken.
The tragedy is
That it seems to be working
Just fine as it is
Blast from the Past:
Which is worse?
Lamenting the end of empire
Or knowing it’s very alive and well
A sure way to
Never hate someone again
Is to see them die
Blast from the Past:
Disorder will leave
A lasting mark on some lives.
Remove what you hate.
Who feels anxious every hour?
Those in powerWhere does the devil make his perch?
In the ChurchWhen are we most resigned to fate?
When we hateEven now, it is not too late
To look past how it’s been defined
To ascertain what lies behind
Those in power in the church when we hate
Today’s poem is an ovillejo, or at least my attempt at one.
Blast from the Past:
Oh what do you do
With your time when you finish
With all of this hate?
When all is asleep,
You can hear the train’s faint thwomp,
Pulse of the city
Blast from the Past:
Cars glide ‘cross the freeways
Each on a preordained track
Up and down forever
Oh American Dream,
I lie here wondering if
I can wake from you
Blast from the Past:
Only time you get
To see your dream job is when
You are fast asleep.
Loud machine
Slowly turns
Its cornerGusts of wind
Push into
Your bodyIt stays there
Unaware
Of its blast
(This one is about standing next to one of the really big planes as it turns the corner to take off. It’s also a tricube poem.)
Blast from the Past:
You have no control
Over the great machine that is
Civilization
Anonymous grief
Of the world: nobility
Of spent achievements
Blast from the Past:
Believe in your dreams
As you become a cog
In the work machine
Such intricacies
In every human soul.
Who would murder that?
Blast from the Past:
Indifference to the
Suffering of fellow humans
Corrodes our souls.
When the world doesn’t work,
At least she had impatience,
Sullen strategist
Blast from the Past:
Waiting for this to
Make sense—wasting so much time
Better spent searching