NaHaiWriMo 2019

Day 1 (catch-up) – #NaHaiWriMo

Freedom of speech is dead
here in the land of the free.
Poetry hates the haiku makers.

Day 2 (catch-up) – #NaHaiWriMo

digital blackface
is all the rave, the fashion –
queue drops blast the waves.

Day 3 (catch up) – #NaHaiWriMo

One never awakens
from a dream inside a dream –
a hologram of sleep.

Day 4 #NaHaiWriMo

got some catching up to do –
4 days late, but thoughts in spades
to share. Nothing late is lost.

Day 5 #NaHaiWriMo

today’s prompt: artificial colouring

State of the Union:
who will show their true colors?
Tulsi’s speech gave me goosebumps.

Day 5 (bonus) –
The next president may be a woman of color

this is just to say –
so far I am liking Tulsi
a whole lot better
than that Kamala.

Tulsi’s speech
gave me goosebumps,
but when I look at Kamala
I only see Willie Brown.

The other fifteen running
are all junior varsity
on the cross-country team,
hoping for a shot at #2,

or maybe #3 like before.
What a slap that’d be
for the Foggy Bottom home team
in need of a championship season.

And while we are at it,
why come Obama never told us
about the spirit of ALOHA?
Perhaps he didn’t know his legacy.

Day 6 #NaHaiWriMo

Today’s prompt is Pig’s feet. But my Haiku for today is about the SOTU Address.

The last few moments
were spellbinding, hypnotic –
and maybe I was exhausted.

Day 7 #NaHaiWriMo

Living this life with spice –
cinnamon, ginger, cardamon,
nutmeg for a rainy day.

Day 8 – #NaHaiWriMo

My lovely says no roses
for valentines – but chocolate
with hazelnuts will do.

Day 9 – #NaHaiWriLo

I need a time out from
Bezos and Fairfax and blackface.
What planet is this, again?

Day 10 – #NaHaiWriMo

Live action Oscar shorts
(animateds were much better)
made my wife so angry –

Day 11 – #NaHaiWriMo

the spring clogs up with dead leaves,
pure water bubbles elsewhere –
our failure is our loss alone.

Day 12 – #NaHaiWriMo

You have three articles
left this month. Pay the piper!
Or we cut your ass off.

Day 13 – #NaHaiWriMo

Necessary words
sprang forth from a loathsome soul –
eternity in a verse.

Day 13 (bonus) – #NaHaiWriMo

“Best Commercial” should be
a new Emmy or Oscar
prize category.

Day 14 – #NaHaiWriMo

Be my valentine –
Please be. I’ll write you a poem
that’ll be for you alone.

Day 15 – #NaHaiWriMo

she told me she was tired
of singing the same old sad songs –
what’s the price of stardom?

Day 16 – NaHaiWriMo

when memories flood the mind,
how does one separate
the madness from the noise?

Day 16 (bonus) – 2 many lines for Haiku

ever feel like running
away from it all? That’s what
I’m feeling tonight.

No special reason –
just get in the car
and head out 66 to 81
to the Great Smokies –
mountains that I love.

If I leave right now,
I could catch the end
of Saturday farmer’s market

in downtown Silva.
If I drove all night.
Wanna ride with me?

Day 17 #NaHaiWriMo

too many devices –
too many ways to connect –
too few streams of thought.

Day 18 #NaHaiWriMo

February night –
trees, the splinters that piece the sky –
time slows and passes by.

Day 19 #NaHaiWriMo

New job onboarding day.
Tomorrow snow and sleet blanket.
Off to a great start.

Day 20 #NaHaiWriMo

The snow came as predicted.
It’s physics: tiny snowflakes
pile up, grow deep on the streets.

Day 21 #NaHaiWriMo

There was a time, long ago,
when I gave up on the world
to live a monastic life –

I didn’t know what I’d miss,
going from an all boys school
to the crew of a submarine –

Except for a park bench kiss
on a moon-lit night. I learned
Marley’s truth: no woman, no cry.

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 up my posture:
“Damn the torpedoes

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

Day 23 #NaHaiWriMo

wife is entertaining tonight –
better be on my best behavior –
maybe read them some Haiku.

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.


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.


Day 26

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


Day 27

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.


Day 28 – 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.