#427 – 3 Haiku

I don’t usually give an explanation…but felt it necessary today.

Today, August 28, Emmett  Till was murdered in 1955.  Almost 10 years later, August 28th 1963, Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. gave his historic “I Have A Dream” speech:  these 3 haiku are about these things…and what’s happening now.

 

3 Haiku

 

young boy, out of place

lost in the belief that he

was simply human

 

 

years later a speech

the sound of people fighting

just to be human

 

 

now, few remember

how we got here and just how

fast we can go back

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#426 – two haiku

two haiku

 

I am infected

sick, as anger assumes its

place in front of love

 

 

my own diseased thoughts;

where is the second gunman

on the grassy knoll?

 

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#425 – two haiku

2 Haiku

 

no words foul enough

to fit the horrid smallness

of the president

 

 

on the backs of so

many, the freedoms we’ve built

broken into lies

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#424 – “all that’s left”

“all that’s left”

 

let’s all sing the blues

till we can’t anymore

till our secrets are broken

and our throats are sore

let’s swim out way past

where we’re safe and proud

let’s hurt together

till we all cry out loud

let’s wander too deep

without marking our trail

run in some races

we’ll most surely fail

let’s fall hard on the rocks

and bloody our lives

let’s ready for battles

with no guns or knives

let’s wrestle our children

and scrape up their knees

teach them again

about thank-you and please

let’s walk till we’re tired

and till all that’s left

is one more I love you

and one more breath

 

 

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#423 – 1 Haiku

1 Haiku

 

an awful seeping

the rot of blind ignorance

yesterday is here

 

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#422 – 5 haiku

5 Haiku

 

 

on his own grave’s edge

he waits in sad defiance

daring life to end

 

 

a window open

disinterested, he stares

at the floor instead

 

 

so many gray hairs

his beard looks like our father’s

just before he died

 

 

shadows of somewhere

he once wanted to be; lost

among the living

 

 

his fiery blue mind

art and pride and humor lay

flattened into gray

 

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#421 – 3 Haiku

3 Haiku

 

so damaged the space

where God’s light can’t lift away

his rundown darkness

 

 

air, still and sour with

so many spilled regrets my

brother won’t clean up

 

 

who can judge what looks

wasted from fear, may hide some

purpose we can’t see

 

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#420 – 3 Haiku – 1 minute before my birthday

3 Haiku – 1 minute before my birthday

 

 

leaves are turning red

so eager to drop and fly

from this aging tree

 

 

dreams so close they burn

turn both doubt and delay to

ash I blow away

 

 

 

the more time I have

the shorter my patience for

procrastination

 

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#419 – “but for the Grace”

“but for the Grace”

 

they annoy me

the poor

with their homeless

street-sleeping

their wide

open fingers

and dirty teeth

speaking

asking

for money

with their cardboard

signs

waiting

for food

in their long

desperate lines

I prefer

not to see them

or be bothered

to care

too busy

I am

to even offer

a prayer

or to remember

that but 

for the Grace

I’d be there

 

 

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#418 – “broken luggage”

“broken luggage”

 

he drags

along the road

his trip, too long

for him to bear

pulls his life

like broken luggage

too old and useless

to repair

what’s inside

he doesn’t know

and doesn’t

seem to care

 

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