As the years pass by,
And you look back at your life,
What would you exchange?
Blast from the Past:
I have a desire
That doesn’t fill my chest of years.
Waste of my self.
01/02/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
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01/01/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
A New Year rolls by,
And I cannot remember
What to think of that
Blast from the Past:
I have everything
I’ve struggled for years, but
Why aren’t I happy?
12/31/25 A New Poem for a New Day
To the man who pursues more—
Will tomorrow be worth your while?
Or just part of an endless pile?
Why should you go one more mile?
Blast from the Past:
I climb the mountain,
And now what?
There always seems to be
Another mountain to climb
12/30/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
I am a caged monkey
Trying all he can to swing
Amidst bigger bars
Blast from the Past:
The well-liked parrot
Ends up in a cage for all
To get to hang with
12/29/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Caged by fantasy
It’s reality that gives
Humankind its wings.
Blast from the Past:
How to establish
Good boundaries with someone
Lost in fantasy
12/28/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
The heat of life
Can make even the most
Enjoyable day unbearable
Blast from the Past:
A fallen flower
Floating down a gushing stream –
What else is life’s dream?
12/27/25 A New Poem for a New Day
I lie here in your cave
Your touch is all I crave
You forced me to be your slave
While you descend on my in another wave,
I must decide whether to make this place my grave.
Blast from the Past:
Timber and limber
Remember and dismember
Embers and members
12/26/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
The monkey plays among
The mangrove trees, flapping its
Strange, enormous nose
(Yesterday I saw hibiscus monkeys, which are strange-looking monkeys here living in mangrove forests.)
Blast from the Past:
Maybe orchids hate beauty,
Becoming so beautiful
So that they do not have
To engage with the beauty of others
12/24/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
Bungling populist
Bloke you can get a drink with
Bountiful evil
Blast from the Past:
Just a sinister
Attempt to build a cult of
Personality
12/23/25 A New Haiku for a New Day
We didn’t start the fire,
But we profit from the smoke.
Dancing in its flames.
Blast from the Past:
What is this world?
It’s a world of fire and salt
Where nothing is real
Unless it is in ashes