breathe in the sunlight
then exhaling the star light
compassion fills us
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Category: Poetry
A Haiku For Freeman
Another sad day
Heros and victims blending
Violence beckons
Walking Through A Suburban Evening
I walked under street lights
The cooler air brings darkness earlier
Looking up, between
Orangey/Yellow globes
Through the furry firs
Upwards amidst these
Bright blue and white ghosts
Of my childhood
Where I would
Drift through the cosmos
Seeking Peace
What can we now do
To face down our culture’s rage
Find a path to peace
Numb
Facing life’s cruelty
Weary of watching them crushed
Energy vanished
My Mind woke me
My mind waking me
So very much racing through
Still desire sleep
My mind can be quite creative in these odd hours. Often, though,my waking isn’t about creative expression rather regarding fear.
A Haiku About Mothers
Always honor her
For life is very fleeting
Time flees like fall leaves
I think about my mother often.
My mother died when she was forty. Weird to have outlived her.
Self Cruelty
I hate my mistakes
For I expect perfection
Savage to myself
I exhibit no kindness
This is not a healthy thing
I thrive in the predictable
Thriving on rhythms
Predictable patterns help
Free me from stresses
Chaos stresses me, for good and for ill. Looking back, I once believed I was adventuresome. Now, I see my delusion. Joining the Navy wasn’t radical. Well, I was born in a Naval hospital. There was nothing more known to me. Interesting this notion, embedded within my skull, that this adventure seeker persona was what I was supposed to be. Thus I always presented myself that way. Certainly believed that I was. Now I’m pleased with my domestic persona. That I’m stable, steadfast and sturdy. Funny that my career is full of change elements. And unsought for ones, too. But that’s another post.
Early Morning
Awake
Against my will
My uncontrollable mind
Second guessing my life
Every choice open to
Ridicule
Through my open window
A lone bird’s chatter
This strange, calm click
Answers my insanity
With a call
For tea