New culture, the same
Old struggle to remain sane
In this crazy world
Blast from the Past:
Behind the walls
Of his culture yet taking
The whole system down.
11/14/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Category: Poems about Society
Poems about society
11/13/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Disguised flattery
Delusionally earnest
Disgustingly done
Blast from the Past:
Sickening theory
But reality is more
Sophisticated
11/11/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
In the gulf between
What we are and ought to be,
The satirist digs
Blast from the Past:
Satire reminds you
That your system’s an idol,
And that provokes you.
11/08/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Each day that you work
Just brings you one day closer to
When they will fire you
Blast from the Past:
Earn your right to sit
At the table to listen…
Be silent and paid
11/07/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Violence:
The continued quest
To win the competition to
Become carbon first
Blast from the Past:
You cannot have both
Dialoguing with evil
Violence would be fine
10/31/25 A New Tanka for a New Day
As my eyelids close,
The constant blares of traffic
Help to remind me
That the city does not join me
In slowly drifting to sleep
Blast from the Past:
A massive skyline
Peeks to seek, to spot, to scale
Manicured mountains
10/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
A midnight meeting
Woke up in the back of my van
To talk to the US
Blast from the Past:
A job will take all that you are willing to give it.
(An aphorism)
09/24/25 A New Poem for a New Day
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.
09/23/25 A New Tanka for a New Day
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
09/22/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
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.