Fly me to the moon.
Hand my hand and don’t let go.
Life will find a way.
Blast from the Past:
I close both my eyes
Because you can pierce through them
Right into my soul
03/05/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
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03/04/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
A cute lil puppy
Climbing, jumping, and eating
In a pile of trash
Blast from the Past:
What is our vast wealth,
Our millions upon millions?
Piles of rotting figs
03/03/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Sitting in the rain
Contemplating the meaning
Of nothing at all
Blast from the Past:
This world we have built
Here for ourselves is nothing
More than dust and yet…
03/02/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Sleep sleep sleep
For some reason all my body seems to crave is
Sleep sleep sleep
Blast from the Past:
Why do the best laid
Daily plans go awry from
Little distractions
03/01/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Oh to the quagmire
That is ethics when your world
Is built on empire
Blast from the Past:
Some are shrewd. Some rash.
All live and die in their place
For Heaven’s Mandate
02/28/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Up up endless stairs
Under the merciless sun
Skin slippery from sweat
Blast from the Past:
On a boat tethered
With the full moon as the
Shadows dive on down
02/27/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Falling in between
Unsupported, forgotten
Light shines through the cracks
Blast from the Past:
Even the outcast
Has dignity among the
Daisies in the field
02/26/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Use your learning to
Get paid more for the same job
As everyone else
Blast from the Past:
Your education
Gives you the skills to realize
How dumb your boss is.
02/25/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Given a weapon
Told to fulfill his “International Duty”
Tore villages to pieces
To return as pieces in a coffin
For a broken mother
Blast from the Past:
Killing the “bad guy”
As if only destruction
Will curb deviants.
02/23/26 A New Haiku for a New Day
Watching laundry spin
Rolling up, only to fall
An endless cycle(Or at least for 30 minutes, but after that load is done, there always seems to be another load.)
Blast from the Past:
Pleasure comes and goes
Followed by melancholy,
An endless cycle