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01/23/26 A New Haiku for a New Day

As my youth simmers,
Some parts harden into me
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

Young kids stare amazed
Fingers typing, “Dupe dupe dupe!”
At the typewriter

Each morning I wake,
Force myself into the day
After the day fades

An Alternative Version:

Each morning I stand,
Force myself into the day
After the day fades

When life’s spark simmers,
A persistent residue
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

I beg for water,
For my bucket is filled with
Fresh morning glories

What comes of the day?
The morning’s quiet passes
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

My emotions fade
Like morning dew in the sun
To return the next day

The world passes by
You stay still, always changing
After the dew fades

Blast from the Past:

Nothing’s happening.
I’m just writing this haiku
While the world spins by.

People who get lost
In their fantasies struggle
With reality.
Eventually, their bubble
Will have to burst in their face

Blast from the Past:

Loosen the chains of
Reason and bathe in the sea
Of your fantasy

I sit in your box
Wondering the next moment
I can move beyond these walls

Blast from the Past:

I tried but was ignored. Moving on.
Your mind’s made up. Forced darkness.

The True Rulers of the Land:

The birds who always
Can find their home and the seeds
Digging into earth

Blast from the Past:

I must move
Venture to the next place
Never confined by a home

All I can do is
Nothing
Compared to the
Heaven you give me

Blast from the Past:

Instead of “better half”,
I prefer the idea of
One’s “bettering half”

A word to the wise:
Always remember to breathe
Instead of yelling

Blast from the Past:

Out of anger and spite
You shot yourself in the foot.
Forgot the ricochet