Roses are red.
Hip hip hooray.
I started this poem
Before I know what I’d say.
Another version:
This rose is red,
But you should bend it,
Cause I started this poem
Unsure how to end it.
05/24/25 A New Poem for a New Day
05/23/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
To the ripe, fat geese,
The goose who decides to fly
Must look damned scary
Blast from the Past:
The caged bird breaks free,
Only to soar directly
Into the window
05/22/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
We are but a brief
Slumber in our default state
Of enduring death
Blast from the Past:
What is life
But a slow death,
Executing existence
05/21/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Traveling
More and more to see
Until they all whittle down
Into exhaustion
Blast from the Past:
We like to think of
Our scenery as unique
Until we travel
05/20/25 A New Nonet for a New Day
Road winding along the mountain’s edge
Peaks crest on both sides as they fall
Slowly into the ocean
Sun setting behind
All fall into
The same line
My eyes
Do
Today I wrote a nonet. The first line is 9 syllables; the next one’s 8, all the day down to 1.
Blast from the Past:
Each morning we gaze
At the same sun
05/19/25 A New American Haiku for A New Day
Dolphins
Surfing on its waves
They come play
With this strange boat thing
(Today, I wrote a lune or “American Haiku“, which follows 5-3-5.)
Blast from the Past:
The waters rush forth
Towards where the dolphins leap,
And the moon beckons.
05/18/25 A New Poem for A New Day
Looking for cozy?
Open for offers?
Ready for your next adventure?
Meet PearlLegendary
Kite for some beach fun
A rad base
Complete with cafe and beer garden
Sleep comfortablyNature spent the last 250 million years crafting her canvas
Don’t take our word for it
Warn others
(From this poem, I compiled clips from ads I saw.)
Blast from the Past:
The hustle is real
You will need experience
Ride for free after
05/17/25 A New Haiku for A New Day
Roam unthinkingly
Feel the dreams I never had
Aspire to nothing
Blast from the Past:
When Nothing is lost,
And everything changes,
There’s nothing to gain.
05/16/25 A New Haiku for A New Day
Silence
Nothing to watch
No new thoughts, just silence
Stirs my mind awake to its
Worries
This is my attempt at a cinquain poem.
Blast from the Past:
Hell fire emanates
From within the recesses
Of my wounded soul
05/15/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
The fly that flees past
Pretty princess among crumbs
Pageant of the mist
Blast from the Past:
Oh butterfly, where
Are you fluttering your wings
So quickly towards?