living in ruins
rubble, cross beams redolent
of crucifixion
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haiku
Category Archives: Catastrophe
( friends ) blue
jeans fall apart old
comfort softened folds open
at knees, crotch & arse
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haiku
affirmation
this disruption is
eruption of life blooming!
blossom ~~~ not breakage ?
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haiku
tie die or tidy
they tie the people
darker than blue
suspicious
in suppression
mute
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haiku
he enters my space
my face broke this time
wasn’t a smile ~ imagined or real ~
tidal wave of bile
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what is ‘real’
our isolation:
anti-social media
more disconnection
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haiku
little boxes iii
demonstrate all you
will – nothing changes on the
hill – sorry stated
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haiku
little boxes i
stay in your houses
let racism virus run
wild stay safe inside
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haiku
we sent in the clowns
(just a rough draft)
is this all there is
who wants to think like this
far too busy, too many worries
leave it to the starving artist and poets
at the end of the day, we need a laugh
a place to rest our weary heads
is this all there is
heart-sinkingly, we go on
and on, around, around un-merrily
punching Judies, doing our perceived duties
because, we think, this is all there is
is this our bliss
more of this
who wants to think like this
no thanks, to us
back to business, please
in this time of sickness
it must have been time
for a change of routine
we must have called for a circus
sent in the clowns to guide us
with fun-filled, righteous promise
and we got it, in guise of a virus
front row seats, popped corn and floss
and in fascinated horror, we watch this
so hauntingly unfunny
honey
don’t we all love farce
we must love all the faults
the cracks in gods we exalt
we keep voting for cunts
is it more sickness
or time to HALT
LOCKDOWN
to all the tearing around
without making a move
we must have approved
to the cracks in the ground
we all agreed
to be here, in greed
we trust
we must
watch this space
the greatest show on earth shows its face
will we want more clowns to make us sicker
for our future
or those with wings to uplift us into the bigger picture
there is more than this
there is
there is
though this darkest night
humanity ignites
shows its lights
blows the top off
the big toffs
shows them up without their make-up
made-up rhetoric, their fancy pants down
they are only lowly lonely angles
allow them to bow their way out
tomorrow will not be to follow
the fools of gold or starred spangles
de-clown the garden
release the beasts of our burden
find our paradise
this is all there is
btw
April 22 2020
Café 7, St Prex
after a song by Judy Collins
Send in the Clowns
and inspiration from the Universe
This just in…news flash
In In Flu End Us
Plan Et Sur Vives
Just This
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btw
april 16 2020
café 7
st-prex
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as a haiku-ist, this appealed to me… this is art, innit!
i was inspired by
….Aram Saroyan’s Electric Poems, first published in 1972. Saroyan is known for his minimalist poetry. Often, his poems consist of re-mixed/chopped versions of a single word. In fact, one of his most famous one-word poems engendered some controversy in the U.S. Congress!
and so I didn’t to this….
Day 16:- Rather than encouraging minimalism, today we challenge you to write a poem of over-the-top compliments. Pick a person, place, or thing you love, and praise it in the most effusive way you can. Go for broke with metaphors, similes, and more. Need a little inspiration? Perhaps you’ll find it in the lyrics of Cole Porter’s “You’re The Top.” (Scroll down at the link for the lyrics and an annotated explanation of them).
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