"Two sides of winter" or "I don't miss it" (catch-up for Mon & Tues, Dec 5 & 6)

Sparkly glitter frost,

Icicle stalactites drip,

Marshmallow snow fluff.

Razors bite fingers,

Nose feels vanished off of face,

Winter walls close in.

Nerd Lust (catch-up for Sat & Sun, Dec 3 & 4)

Chant "No dork, no deal,"

It's more than just a mantra;

A true way of life.

Hot nerds with glasses

Crack brainy jokes.  Tech world proves

I'm easy to please.

Quitter (catch-up for Thurs & Fri, Dec 1 & 2 )

Contemplating change.

Feeling like such a quitter

Leaving behind goals,

Highways for dirt roads.

Could imperfection be best,

Peace in the jungle?

Dallying (catch-up for Tues & Wed, Nov 29 & 30)

Feel guilt setting in,

As writing lies neglected,

A lover untouched.

Muses, leave me not;

I may dally away, but

I will yet be true.

"Free" Hours (catch-up for Mon, Nov 28)

Easy to put off,

However, what must be done

Only haunts "free" hours.

Manipulative Love (catch-up for Sun, Nov 27)

Snap, crackle, and pop.

Love for the chiropractor,

Healthy devotion.

Musings on the Crash (catch-up for Wed, Nov 23-Sat, Nov. 26)

Wing-ed robes protect

As rubber burns the pavement

And metal collides.

Walking nightmares haunt

The hours passing on four wheels.

Fear flash-floods. Shiver.

Memory tirades,

Mind tricks, Fear Anthem parades

Past before my eyes.

Value of life, love,

Reassessed, escaping death.

Treasure life renewed.

A Lost Art

Tuesday:

Don't check 'neath each stall;

Go ahead, rudely ram doors.

Bathroom etiquette?

Perfect School Day, Work Function, Do-Nothing, Earning Respect

Monday:

Kids break your spirit,

Fight to "earn" their respect.  Why?

Miss olde-time values.

Sunday:

Miss Just-Do-Nothing

Won the fight, it seems, today.

Oh, how lovely 'tis!

Saturday:

It's the day of rest 

That isn't when one finds self

At a work function.

Friday:

Perfect day at school:

Reading, student interest,

Creativity.

Poverty

Middle school-aged girl

Asks, "Want to buy tamales?"
Parking lot, Kmart.

Happens twice, one week,

Same girl who should be at play.

Sorrow ruptures heart.

Homage to Ma' Man Teddy

Tuesday & Wednesday:

Teddy Roosevelt

A presidential badass,

Sayeth History.

Athlete, a boxer,

Got shot but didn't stop speech,

True adventurer.

Fall Fruit, My Country, Beach, Free Concert, & Love

Monday:

Deep orange and spiced,

Tastes cinnamoned and fruity,

Persimmon on tongue.

Sunday:

Crooked politics

And rampant corporate greed

Are not my country.

Saturday:

Trip to Santa Cruz

And yet, surprisingly few

Minutes spent on beach.

Friday:

The Black Keys on stage

Heralds in an evening grand

But full of hipsters.

Thursday:

My love is fair-haired

Angel with a mind wicked,

Which matches my own.

Nothing

Work stacks up around,

And yet I find my center

In doing nothing.

Bad Music

"Three, six, nine..." Not hot,

But rather, totally rot.

Why's this song still played?

Twinkle, Glory, Losing

Monday:

Grown tired of playing,

Without direction, honor, 

For a losing team.

Sunday:

From life unto death,

Flares of glory, a phoenix

Flies autumn's entrance.

Saturday:

Tall, colored bottles

Splinter sunshine, this moonshine.

Twinkle in the light.

Laughter, Vinegar, Crochet

Friday:

Stitch by stitch, I hug

People I will never meet,

Love's warmth, tangible.

Thursday:

Balsamic, Rice wine,

Rice, Red wine, Apple cider,

Pickled ecstasy.

Wednesday:

It is good to laugh

'Til breathing becomes labored 

And sides ache with joy.

Fetish

Yellow, Orange, White,

Colors of sinful delight.

Candy Corn Fetish.

Laser Direction

Youthful rebellion,

Less charming at twenty-five?

But here it presents.

Rebellion changes

From scatter-plot focus to

Laser direction.

Proves more powerful,

More constructive? Destructive?

Only time will tell.

Halloween

When spooks and ghouls march

Among angels, royalty,

Full moon on the rise.

Potentials & Autumn Sunlight

Sunday:

Seeing progress stitch

Beauty onto the mundane,

Hope for potentials.

Saturday:

Sunlight on my back,

Light hints of joy--without cause?--

Only autumn brings.

Landlubber & Water Falls

Friday:

Muted water falls

Insistently calling sweet,

Toilet keeps running.

Thursday:

Feeling the ground now,

After weeks aboard a ship,

Tossing me stable.

Mustang Glue

Sometimes life feels like

A wild mustang tamed, and then...

Turned into Elmers.

Cult of Public Schooling

"Will not drink the punch,"

I note, as I discern trends

Most disconcerting:

Show public schooling

Has become more like a cult

Than a knowledge path.

Dreams

Dreams lift us above

These clouds of reality,

Into the sunshine.

Weekend Wrap-Up

For Sunday

Cleaning successes 

Would be mine if only I'd

Get off computer.

For Saturday 

Long-awaited date,

Relax, break the working grind

That wears us both down.

For Friday:

A sprint to the end

Of a week too long, too hard,

At last put to bed.

On the State of Education

Government insists 

On zombie teachers, in schools

Of robot children.

Sorrow, Pain, Peace.

The sun cannot light

A day hidden by the clouds

Of inner sorrow.

Fountain pen chisels

At sharp edges internal,

Chips away at pain.

Finding salvation

In rhythmic pen, fluid ink,

Painting peace within.

Deciduous Delight

Deciduous trees:

As your leaves flutter downward, 

They bring spirits up.

A Note to a Friend---From Tues.

I have some bad news,

'Fraid your friend is "special" squared.

Didn't save address

And now asks again.

This time she promises true

To write it, save it.

Grit

Grit in the creases

'Round one's vision spheres at morn'

Rude waking feature.

You're no gentleman, Mr. Mayer, but you're not chopped liver either: A Tribute

Vocal symphony,

Molasses, cream, salt water,

Pour out poetry.

Raw sophisticate

Embroidering heartache, sex,

Lyrical preacher.

Soulful worrier,

Symbiotic ivy vines

Wrap my soul tightly.

Story of a life,

Verbal waves rush the beaches,

Anchor in the deep.

Horizon to Horizon

A list of to-dos

Horizon to horizon.

Cross-outs satisfy!

3 Bonus Haiku

Dew drops linger here

Just past dawn's splendid entrance,

Whispers of water.

Silence would mark morn'

Of an earthly sphere sans birds,

Gratitude on wings.

Caffeine lifts the sun,
Changing black and white dreams to
Technicolor days.

Friday & Saturday

Saturday:

Nightly reverie

Still bluesier than Satchmo,

Locomotive song.

Friday:

Will not sell my soul

For the chance to teach your kids;

Choose another prize.

And 5 Bonus Haiku. Haiku Addiction.

Day to rest: I feel 

Drunker than a kitten's soul

At the chance to breathe.

Chin-deep in water

Hot and salted to soothe deep,

Pass-out perfection.

Needle and thread break

Not just fabric's weave, but stress.

Sweet embroidery.

Last night I dreamt smiles.

A return to Mérida,

Mexico escape.

Possibilities

In seventeen syllables

Seemingly endless.

"8 Days a Week"....Or Rather, 5 Days

Thursday:

Handwritten fonts seem

To take a shape more splendid

Than computers make.

Wednesday:

Lazy Daisy Dreams

Loop wildly, sleepily, white.

At rest. Happiness.

Tuesday:

Wedding bliss future

For my favorite girl, her boy,

Wishes for cousin.

Monday:

Making time to write

Simple Haiku, just 3 lines,

Should not be this hard.

Sunday:

Oramics machine*

Painted music synthesize

'50s future sounds.

*For more info: NPR article about the Oramics Machine.

Happy Wedding, Mark!

Shared piano bench,

Jazz band, theatre, friendship.

Blessings, minstrel man.

Spin

Music and spinning,

Together in dancing, plus

Records, tapes, CDs.

Bonus Post: Explanation

Yes, I see the laugh

To be had.  Correlation

Of my last two posts.

However, please note

In my defense, there's more there.

Sleep can't fix it all.

Run over

Been weary too long,

But tonight it hits stronger:

Soul-worn, run over.

Bonus Post

Need I go to bed?

Must I slip away to dreams?

Nightly battle waged.

5 More Days

Monday & Tuesday:

Apologies, dears,

For terrible behavior:

Irresponsible.

A daily-blogger

Should be better 'bout posting

Regular entries.

Sunday: 

Glitter on the lens,

Mysterious glints of light

Destroy good photos.

Saturday:

All the way alive,

Speaks my soul on papyrus.

Inhaled, exhaled, pure.

Friday:

Glitter-me-Ke$ha:

Teen version of Elmo toy,

A creepy prospect.

Historical Point of Interest

Who decided first

That babies enjoy kisses

From politicians?

Choices

Choices past: dark days.

Choices being made: concern.

Choices to come: hope.

The Storm of a Week

Tuesd-eye of the storm,

Wednesday through Friday: storm wall,

Into the fury.

5 Days of Bad Blogger Behavior

For Monday:

The ones we love most

Are those that we hurt the same,

Strong love and strong pain.

For Sunday:

How messy our lives,

Passions light and dark woven

Loosely, now tightly.

For Saturday:

Simple town pleasures,

Nineteen-fifty's festival,

Treats, crafts, animals.

For Friday:

High school students play

Apathy like a hit song,

Temporary fad.

For Thursday:

Driven to madness

By projects so near their end,

But finish line leaps.

Burn

Anti-advocate,

Darkness magnification,

The flame to your fuel.

On Youth, Olive Oil, Ireland, and Mr. Mayer

For Today:

"Oh, the youth today!"

They sigh, like it has meaning.

History repeats.

For Monday:

Ambrosia, nectar,

Mediterranean gold,

Oil of the olive.

For Saturday:

Emeralds, pro bono.

For rich, poor, and in between,

Are Ireland's hills.

For Friday:

Lyrical preacher,

Take me to church, J. Mayer,

Divine melodies.

Chico

Friday's and Saturday's haiku will be posted tomorrow after I unpack the notes I scribbled out when I was on the road.

For Sunday:

Chico, dear Chico,

Home for five years, forever,

Town, community.

"On Another's Sorrow" (To quote William Blake)

When tears come easy

And insomnia moves in,

It's time for healing.

Musicals 101

Student made my day,

Singing "Beauty School Dropout."

That boy knows his Grease!

Momentary calm

Pampering slipped in

'Twixt responsibilities,

Rock in the river.

Lady Justice

White wig, raven robe,

Playing like Lady Justice,

Judging both you, me.

3 Days!

From Friday:

¿Alto? No.  Manos

Hacer dibujos simples

Y poesía.

For Saturday:

Iron horse chugs slow,

Increasing velocity

Once success is seen.

For Sunday:

Feathered flight twitters

Break the morning gray, and flight

Soars into new day.

New family

New sister a joy,

Unforeseen family, friend.

Love and happiness.

Mostly a good experience, but still...

A daydream in lace

Or a nightmare in satin

Is wedding planning.

On the Horizon

The water's bubbling,

A storm brewing, soon to boil,

Unsure, ominous.

For Sunday & Monday: Blessings

For Sunday:

Time beside you, Love,

Is always counted as blessed,

In joy and comfort.

For Monday:

Thanks to those who worked

For our labor rights treasured.

May all be so blessed!

For Friday & Saturday

For Friday:

Drivers fly deranged

Down highways overflowing

With stop-and-go fools.

For Saturday:

Sun-glowed hair lifts light

On a breezy autumn song,

September delight.

Dance calls

Longing for my shoes

Of suede and smart little heels.

Music whines my name.

Bonus Haiku (2 for the price of one!)

Wrinkled, smooth, supple,

Like sweet, purple-blue leather,

Dried plums of my youth.

Grandiose

Big words are blissful,

Like antidisestablish-

mentarianism.

Summer

Blueberries and figs,

Honeyed peaches and melons,

Sweet summer delights!

Sun. & Mon. Posts

For Sunday:

A joy shared is not

One halved or decreased at all,

Unless it's ice cream.

For Monday:

Unkind rejection:

No credit card because I...

...Have no credit card.

Double Haiku for Fri/Sat

Interesting how

Days of the week are assigned

Arbitrarily.

Monday or Tuesday,

Saturday no different,

Merely man's construct.

You're Never Really Done with Worksheets

Annoying tax forms,

I-9's and W-2's:

Worksheets for big kids.

"Silent Death," I'd Say Sarcastically.

In symbolic world,

Rain oft stands in for sorrow,

But what of snow then?

Time Slinky

Sometimes one wishes

Time could slinky UP the stairs

Rather than the norm.

Mondays

The stars still alight,

Monday morn and so forlorn,

Day begins so soon.

Of cabins and weddings

For Sunday:

Three-tiered and sugared;

Lace, silk, ruffles, and bustles;

Settings and bouquets.

For Saturday:

Cabin in the woods,

Nestled 'tween pines and by lake,

Set atop a hill.

In Limbo

Leaving for two days,

No internet connection,

Haiku on paper.

3-2-1

Three, two, one, fatigued.

Rolling to a stand. still.  stop.

Can't write one more line.

Odd Sight Seen

Southern Rebel flag

Stitched on the hat of a man,

He helps a black girl.

To the gentlemen at the stop light yesterday:

Electric shaver

Buzzing absently 'cross face,

A man in a car.

Unjustified rest

Carpet under me,

More comfortable than a bed,

When I ought to work.

Weary

Weary and time-worn

Like a river stone roughed round,

Improved through hardship.

Come home

Come home to me, Love,

Swiftly, Safely, and Smiling.

Eagerly await.

2 Days' Worth

For Today:

Star-bursts of moon-shine

And the twinkling ether lights

Debut, bright, post-dusk.

For Yesterday:

North Korea's 'Il,

International crimes and

Worse-than-careless rule.

New beginnings

First day at new school

Not too bad actually.

Wish for more summer.

Depressing

Medical System

Of the great red, white, and blue

Broken and not fixed.

Oops

Please let us pretend

It's still Monday.  I forgot

To post before 12.

#4

How can deep sorrow

When woven into music

Spread this sense of peace?

Poker dogs

Poker dog posters

Are absurd because dogs lack

Opposable thumbs.

#2

Men of our desire,

Casanova, Romeo,

Only good in print.

Beginnings

A haiku a day

This quest for pure amusement

My heart beats, "Why not?"