I amuse myself
With my country, toying with
Its quaint history
Blast from the Past:
What are our lives here?
But a burst dissipating
Into history
07/04/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Category: Poems about Society
Poems about society
06/29/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
You can no longer
Tell who was on which side:
The fallen soldiers
Blast from the Past:
The clear enemy,
The clash partitions evil
Outside of oneself
06/28/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
All longings for more,
Attempts for unequal mine,
Cave for all in time.
Blast from the Past:
Empires return to
Ashes from the fire of their
Own machinery
06/25/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
When you tell the truth,
Why does it so often seem
To sound like a lie?
Blast from the Past:
We breathed white lies to
The blue sky but could not melt
The summer black ice.
06/21/25 A New Haiku Sonnet for a New Day
Lush streams flow water
Down the side of the hill to
The creek far belowCovered with green plants
And flowers as it curves through
The valley it formedIt almost wants to
Be beautiful, except it
Is littered by trashThe urban build squelches the
Beauty of the land itself
(This is a haiku sonnet, three haikus and then two final lines to make up a type of sonnet.)
Blast from the Past:
The once vibrant marsh
Polluted by trains, lanes, and
Industrial sludge
06/16/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
You can never hope
When you think you have all that
You need in your life
Blast from the Past:
Climbing to then fall
Fossilized in poverty
Hoping for rebirth
06/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
An imagined past
A prologue of the future
Just makeshift maybes
Blast from the Past:
Nostalgia
Hiding your bias:
That was how it used to be.
Bogus history.
06/12/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Make this place your own
Decorate your prison cell,
Shelf of empty jars
Blast from the Past:
Have we trapped ourselves
Inside unsatisfying
Narratives of gain?
06/11/25 A New Waltmarie for a New Day
It is better we die in our
Eras
With contentedness and
Resolve
With triumph for our brave new world, after
Nothing
Lies in our way than to see it all fall apart
Cursed to
Witness all we hold dear receive a
Slow death
This is the first time I wrote a waltmarie. It’s a 10 line poem where the even lines must be two syllables, and if you remove them form a poem all their own.
Blast from the Past:
After every
Apocalypse, you awake to
Just another day
06/05/25 A New Poem for a New Day
A transcendent trick
Forget your oppressive life
Monotonizing
Blast from the Past:
I sit back and watch
The colony work: Calming
Insignificance