As I hit forty I see
No difference, humans
The higher species
Are nothing but bitter
Against their own
When push comes
To shove, they’ll shaft their own
And vilify; greed and jealousy
Take over, brave words taken,
Joining the club, agreeing, mere sheep
Led to the slaughter, one word on social media,
Experts galore they follow like lambs
Wanting to be slaughtered.
spring break
blossoms fall
on the snow
More at https://twitter.com/Haikuintraining.
Fourth grade math, split with fifth graders
The aged eagle swooping over the room
Resting at his nest on occasion, then up again
Back and forth, spreading grey feathers
“Sleep with your math books, class
Practice your fractions, and then practice more”
Last year, the kid won a division contest
Now he is confused, one number over another
A strange display, another language
With about half his mind, the pencil forms walls
Small figures in tights, vigilante emblems
Of course, the paper is snatched by the talon
“Superhero City,” the pedagogue intoned
“Will not solve your math problems.”
Whenever I am in transit
you come to mind
like a hollow elephant’s trunk,
huge and big
but not enough to
fear or, really worth
remembering.
we play a lot
it’s a game of war
I mostly lose
like most other
things in life
I mostly lose
but that point
of concentration
frees me for minutes
others stare at TV
while we play
we play to win
a moment of freedom
we play a lot
Vist R Soos at http://rsoos.com.
Has love has become a commodity
An undervalued, underappreciated
Gift we all need and crave?
Society has made us afraid to either show
Or to know what love is, we’ve become
Afraid to show it, to feel it, to love,
Yet love itself is universal.
Advertising makes us think,
Oh, I’ve got to look like this to be loved
But one thing advertising or media
Can never show is that simple love
Is just a hug, a kind word or a
Couple guys having a beer
Cracking jokes, laughing,
Never futile as they
Would have you
Believe
I can’t clean up the entire
universe, but I can clean
up this tiny corner, paring
down my life, living just
a shade more reflectively
asking myself again
to search my motives
asking myself again what good and decent mean.
Walking up and down
The aisles of this place
Of serenity where we leave
Flowers or a stone to show
That we’ve been here
A tribute to love and respect
As I read the headstone
“My dearly beloved
Wife and mother”
I want to remember you
With reverence
But can’t remember
A kiss hug or feeling safe
I want to forgive but haven’t
Come far enough to figure
Out how without
Swallowing the wrath of
Pain and neglect
But time is no longer
A friend and there is so
Much to say
I will be judged by those
Who came from a place
Of love
They could not possibly
Understand the root
Of anger that started
In your womb
So why am I here
Mother dear
It’s like a wave that washes upon me,
The painful sight of your face,
The precious memories we once had,
The past is all I could taste;
Grateful of all the memories
But attachment sheds these tears,
My fears come as projections
As I reminisce all of the years;
Loneliness becomes an enemy
When you fear your every thought,
Solitude becomes a prison
When you dig a torturous plot;
It takes work to leave the present
And it is truly effortless to live –
So why must I take this heartache
And give and give and give?
If it’s your pain I feel then I release you,
I beg you no longer to stay;
We’ve made mistakes,
Our souls, they ache,
But our minds no need to play;
Sleep tight, my little angel –
For you no longer exist;
Sleep tight, my little angel,
For it is time to rest in bliss.
Do you ever look to the same bright star in the sky?
Does your heart skip a beat when you remember the look in our eyes?
I’ve gone through this life alone, by myself but not for from home;
I’ve chosen to life in solitude bliss,
Sheltered by the love of what heaven truly is;
I’ve ventured through the purgatory scattered throughout my mind;
I’ve dined in paradoxes and evaded endless time –
When the stars fall and they’re in your view
And passed memories haunt the few,
May you always remember that I will always love you and the times we had,
I love the memories enough to take the good with the bad –
It is how you left us that now remains a bitter taste,
It is in the sleeping our when I’m haunted by your warm embrace;
Writing in darkness needs no light,
I need no vision to flow out all of my might;
While the clouds move and I speak to her beauty,
While my tears fall as gratitude is its duty;
I’ve always loved and admired but now I had to train to forget,
To be in the moment and not to venture into what is not yet –
When I wish for love I now hold my own embrace,
I find myself in nature and the tribe of the welcoming face –
The sun shines bright along with your infectious smile,
Memories then bring a grounding state as clarity stays for a while –
As every beginning comes to an end,
Nature’s flowers will eventually bloom again.
More at http://www.mikeloayza.com/.
Peeking through the soil.
Peeking through the branches.
Leaves, lovely leaves.
Growth.
Change.
Warmth.
Hope.
Reminder.
You are not here peeking around the blanket.