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Tag Archives: CyranoWriter
Not Monet’s Giverny, But Ours: Grateful Haiku
It is not Monet’s*,
But it’s ours. We’re building it peaceful, under God.
OR
It’s not Giverny,
Kpop Cool Black Hair Toupee Dye: Haiku
When you dye to look
KPop cool, but your black hair
looks toupee old fool.
OR
When you think it would
be fun to look like K-pop
but looks like toupee.
Chill Restaurant Takeout Rush: Haiku Lament
Never go to a chill
rest’raunt and get takeout
when you’re in a rush.
Bugs New Joy: Nature Haiku
It’s a new joy when
you can sit in the woods and
enjoy bugs on you.
Grabbing Her At Night: Rhyming Haiku Lament
I grab her now like
she once grabbed me. There is no
result I can see.
Bell Bottom Intentions For High School Reunions
Backstory: As I prepared for my 50th High School Reunion (including registering on-line on the high school’s reunion site), a woman I barely knew and I started writing about past intentions, bell bottoms, and memories. One evening, I wrote several haiku based on life reflections… and thinking about wearing hip-hugger bell bottom’d jeans to the reunion.
Wearing bell bottoms
removes our blues, if we let
them make us groovy.
Put out intentions
for what you want, what you need,
what is right. They’ll come.
I fear to again
wear hip hugger jeans, for my
hips have long vanished.
[giggle].
I arise in a
zone, long ago forgotten,
searching with new eyes.
Sleepy Time Down South Nap: Haiku
After long summer
walks in woods and fields, did great
writers nod off? Nap?
The book Brain Rules says adult afternoon naps are beneficial.
As My Vision Fades ImproVerse Sonnet
As I age,
My vision fades.
Yet I’m sure
I’m seeing more.
My experience fills in
views I’m seeing again.
And colors even more
scenes I’ve not seen before.
It’s frustrating to me,
this hazed fogginess I see;
but my sight was always poor,
so I accept the gaps and endure.
For even blurred pictures I now have at hand
Time lets me more clearly see and understand.
What Did The Greats Think? Haiku
Muir, Whitman, Thoreau.
They’d walk in Nature, then write.
What did the Greats think?