When you all your tears are blinking,
look carefully… i may be winking.
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violence against humanity
05 Aug 2019 2 Comments
in haibun, question poem, Uncategorized Tags: abortion, culture, death, hate, violence
Awful week of three senseless public shootings by U.S. citizens at garlic festival in Gilroy CA, Walmart shopping center in El Paso TX, and popular nightclub neighborhood in Dayton OH.
We wonder why domestic terrorists perpetrate violence against unsuspecting victims? Why should innocent people die while enjoying their life? Why is our society spiraling down into a culture of hate and mayhem?
Why is it legal for mothers (whose nature is nurture) to pay doctors (whose profession is healing) to dismember their preborn infants? Why do fathers abandon or abuse their own children after conceiving them? Why do we insist our lives are superior and consider other lives expendable? Why not choose to love and protect one another, starting with our family?
Perhaps there is some connection here, an unnatural progression from selfishness, disrespect, broken relationships and alienation into a macabre culture of death. The shooters are guilty of crimes against humanity but we are all culpable.
killing on home turf
abortion births death culture
all victims bleed red
love blooms red
02 Aug 2019 2 Comments
field of red poppies
remember blood sacrifice
freedom’s costly price
Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s flower month. Today’s flower is the poppy.
just saying…
31 Jul 2019 7 Comments
There are good reasons for sweating in bed;
the thermostat is not one.
castlegarsource.com
An “American sentence”: pithy poem of 17 syllables.
opening to lovelight
09 Jul 2019 4 Comments
in haiku, Uncategorized Tags: heart, lotus, love, pond, reflections
floating on black pond
mysterious lotus heart
~ deeper reflections ~
image: unsplash
Free…to live right
04 Jul 2019 2 Comments
in american sentence, Uncategorized
Instead of seeking to be great, may Americans seek to be good!
“We have staked the whole future of American civilization, not upon the power of the government…[but] upon all of us to govern ourselves…to sustain ourselves according to the ten commandments of God.”Ā Ā Ā
– James Madison, founding father & U.S. President 1809-1817
underwater wonder
24 Jun 2019 20 Comments
in haibun, Uncategorized
An amazing animal to observe is the North American river otter. An otterās dainty ears, alert eyes and long whiskers give it an engaging appearance. Otters are curious and sociable creatures. Their antics entertain and they like to perform.
Otters are the only water-loving members of the weasel family and are perfectly designed for swimming. They have extra-thick fur that traps air between the under-layer and longer guard hairs to keep their skin dry. Their torpedo-shaped bodies with short limbs are impressively streamlined. Webbed hind feet prove efficient as flippers. Claws, speed and teeth equip this carnivore for proficient fishing.
My husband and I enjoyed watching the river otter dive, swim and spin in its tank at the Houston Zoological Park. I recorded a brief video which later delighted our grand daughters. Each creature designed by God reveals his wisdom and glory. Each plays a vital role in natureās ecological balance.
river otter glides
zoos educate and research
discover wonder
discipline
17 Jun 2019 17 Comments
in quadrille, Uncategorized Tags: child, cousins, fret, grandma, lesson, tantrum
little buddy red-
faced, setting the stage
to fly into kicking and sweating rage
wiser granny said-
stop your fretting, my child
thereās no use getting unruly riled
now go to bed-
buddy, until lesson you learn
to let kissing cousins have a turn!
Quadrille (44-word poem) including the word “fret”… with Kim at dVerse Poets
hanalei market
11 Jun 2019 21 Comments
leisurely saturday morning
vacation stop to photograph
picturesque wooden church
park jeep on emerald lawn
off nearby malolo road
white tents reflect sunshine
organic taro fields and
lush mountain peaks serve
as backdrop to lively scene
wander past exotic fruits
and fresh juice samplers
to sounds of ukulele music
admire woven baskets and
printed aloha fish onesies
try on designer canvas hats
taste pineapple shaved ice
sample fresh mango salsa,
buy longan āeyesā, star fruit
sudden clouds darken sky
thank friendly island vendor
sprint laughing in warm rain
youth’s days numbered
10 Jun 2019 23 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: bull, elk, miner, moon, pack, wolves
Inside a rustic cabin deep in Yukon territory, an old miner seasoned a simmering pot of venison stew.
Stroking his grizzled chin, he thought about the majestic elk herd heād encountered migrating through a mountain meadow late that afternoon: one dominant young bull calling a large group of cows and calves to follow. After the herd disappeared over a ridge, a straggler came stumbling out of the trees: an old bull, wild-eyed and abandoned. Somehow heād felt a kindred spirit to the animalā¦
Later, eerie howls of wolves on their twilight hunt woke him. He stirred the fireās embers before going outside in the dark to check on his pack mule. Under waning moon, he was fumbling with the cabin latch on his return when far away an interrupted cry of the lone elk was heard as the hungry pack took him down.
An exercise in “prosery” for dVerse where Bjorn challenges us to write flash fiction of 144 words (exactly!) and include the phrase (from Robert Frost) in italics above.
a poem in my pocket 
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