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07/03/25 A New Haiku a New Day

Don’t have to do much
For a cat to be willing
To jump on you lap

(And then immediately jump right back off.)

Blast from the Past:

The cat naps content
Knowing that she will have food
When she is ready.

Go live your happy
Tedium of the future
Days and days go by

Blast from the Past:

Color of boredom
I am afraid of silence
Chilling novelty

Unsure the best way
To respond, I sit there and
Name the ants I see.

Blast from the Past:

Ants are in my pants.
I need to get these stupid
Ants out of my pants.

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

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

There is nothing like
Finishing work to foster
Fake finality

Blast from the Past:

To measure one’s life
In work shifts, misses all that
One’s life was meant for.

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.

Slowly, softly seized
Faces whose eyes stare at me
I’m an empty stage

Blast from the Past:

Staring into the
Abyss of sinister scorn
And shame seethingly

Talent for dreaming
A slumber of mysteries
Color of boredom

Blast from the Past:

Inspiration comes
From within your minds eye but
So does writer’s block.

In the faint shadows
God robbed of her universe
Invisible chasm

Blast from the Past:

Secret inwardness
The dying away from self
God and the finite