Bend before the breeze
Feel it whistle right past you
And it won’t break you
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Written for: https://haikuhorizons.wordpress.com/2016/09/04/haiku-horizons-prompt-bend/
philosophy
Haiku – Truth
All stories are true.
All stories are also false.
Readers weigh the score.
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Haiku – Swing
Life is like a swing
You swoosh backwards and forwards
Then come to a stop
Written for: https://haikuhorizons.wordpress.com/2016/05/01/haiku-horizons-prompt-swing/
Y is for … (2 of 2)
Yesterday, the world was young,
Then everything got turned
Mother Nature got her payback
On lessons never learned
Last week, the world was young
I’ve been running ever since
All those friends lost that way
Memories make me wince
Last month, the world was young
It seems so far away
Foraging for lifelines
Surviving day by day
Last year, the world was young
And I have grown so old
The horrors of the world reborn
Innocence bought and sold
I remember when the world was young,
Full of hope and love, and free
One day it may be young again
Our humanity holds the key
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OctPoWriMo #29 – The Last Leaf
Winter’s winds are coming,
Friends scattered on the breeze.
I remain here stoic:
The last leaf on the tree.
I’ve clung on for so long,
It’s all I know to do.
Life has lost all meaning
Without my dear love true.
I’m browning at the edge,
The green is draining fast.
Summer’s strength is fading.
How long will I last?
I’ve withstood many storms
But no more can resist.
The final wind is coming.
I hope I will be missed
Written for OctPoWriMo. Today’s prompt was “drawing to a close”.
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Haiku Challenge – “Recipes”
This is my contribution for TJ’s weekly haiku challenge – check it out here: https://amaviedecoeurentier.wordpress.com/2015/09/05/tjs-household-haiku-challenge-recipies/
My two year old has been baking with my wife in the kitchen this week, and I was desperate to write a haiku about that… the words just wouldn’t come though. Sometimes you can’t force inspiration. Sometimes it finds you.
Luck, time, two fine souls:
Bond them in life’s crucible.
True love’s recipe
Picture courtesy of: flickr.com/photos/thepuzzler/5439493601
Life is like a … pedalo (poem)
Life is like a pedalo.
If you’re lucky, there’s two of you in the boat…
But it’s never balanced.
The rudder doesn’t work how you think it should, or want it to,
AND
If you do pedal forwards your feet are in a foot of water.
Whatever course you’d planned to take, those plans will change as soon as you take on water.
(You WILL take on water.)
Standing on the sidelines, it looks like great fun.
It never feels like that once you’re in the boat…
Forward! (Poem)
Son, a great philosopher once said:
“It ain’t about how hard you hit.
It’s about how hard you can get hit
And keep moving forward.
How much you can take
And keep moving forward.”
Dad, that was Rocky Balboa!
The Quiet Ones (poem)
This is for the shy ones, the quiet ones,
The too afraid to try it ones.
The hanging at the back ones,
The just don’t have the knack ones.
The timorous and tremulous,
Tethered to life’s pole.
The always do their best ones,
The nothing on their chest ones.
The calm ones, the still ones,
The even when they’re ill ones.
The doers and the triers,
Searching for their role.
This is for the nice ones, the kind ones,
The something on their mind ones.
The passive and the shy ones,
The wouldn’t tell a lie ones.
The downtrodden. The desperate,
Deep in fortune’s hole.
I hear you in the darkness,
With heavy heart and soul.
Take this helping hand in yours:
Together we are whole.
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Transitions (poem)
I started a “this”
Now I’m a “that”
Didn’t notice it happen
Feeling so flat
Going through changes
Nothing stands still
Prime of my life
And over the hill
I paid the piper
Danced to his tune
From sweat-drenched samba
To Clair de Lune
Going through changes
Nothing stands still
Prime of my life
And over the hill
Change is a constant
But so is regret
You’re the sweetest mistake
That ever I met
The sweetest mistake…
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