Day 28 #NaHaiWriMo (late entry)

Cold weather, end of February, weary blues Haiku

too cold to walk home –
stopped for a snack at Sammy’s.
Old men smoking Newports.

Talking ’bout respect.
Cain’t get none on 7th Street
from these new younguns.

Soon be an elder,
with a cane, maybe a pipe,
unlit, of course, for show.

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Day 27 #NaHaiWriMo

We once were titans.
Today we seek protection
from imagined shadows.

Is it ever enough?
How far shall we disrespect
and dishonor our own selves?

You think it’s not true?
Imagine what foreigners
think of our bickerings.

Hang down your head and
cry. Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head. Cry.

#WednesdayHaiku
#micropoetry
#NaHaiWriMo
#HangDownYourHeadAndCry
#PoliticalHaiku

Day 26 #NaHaiWriMo

flonase, nyquil, pills
to stop the coughing, sneezing –
dusty manuscripts.

#micropoetry
#ArchivesBlues
#TuesdayHaiku

Day 25 #NaHaiWriMo (Oscar Night Special)

Live from the Oscars –
the golden calf is hiding
in every secret place.

Human flesh is auctioned,
but it’s a crypto currency
paying the final bill.

Idols in the Temple
attract all our attention –
saints to their devotion.

#OscarNightHaiku
#micropoetry
#OscarsSoDark
#SundayHaiku

Day 24 #NaHaiWriMo

The road to the Mecca
is steep and sharp turns abound –
my legs are stronger than my heart.

The final obstacle
before arriving is the chapel –
nothing else bars entrance.

The rings around Saturn
look scary from a distance –
but up close it’s only dust.

#SundayHaiku
#micropoetry
#NaHaiWriMo

Day 22 #NaHaiWriMo

3.5 mile walk home from work –
Lean back and stride – feeling it
between my shoulder blades.

The gunney sargent said:
Walk like you own this muthaphucka –
what you got to lose?

I pass Farragut Square
and straighten out my posture:
“Damn the torpedoes

“Full speed ahead!”
“10 more days and we’ll be through!
Sound off!”