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01/03/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

The rain subsided
Only for the overcast clouds
To linger above

Blast from the Past:

Why do deserts lose
The capacity to hold
The rain they do get?

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.

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?

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

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

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?

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

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

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

I sit in your box
Wondering how I can move
Beyond these tall walls

Blast from the Past:

Life’s a chocolate
Box, unsure what you’ll get, but
Each has freaking coffee.