Mother's Day

Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day
to the women who bore us,
our first lasting loves. 

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Liberating

Liberating

Clearing the garage,
trying to let go of hard, 
to not try is worse. 

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Puffery

Puffery

I am oft amused
at those who view silent folks
as safe to abuse. 

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Killdeer

Killdeer

We slowly walk up

against momma bird's protests

to peak at her eggs. 

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Responding

Responding

“How you call the trash you write Haiku?

These are not about nature, or seasons!

You know it’s appropriation, don’t you?

Stick to forms written by Europeans!”

Some amusing feedback received today,

reworded from its original source

to fit this poem, and yet still convey

their stance (made anonymously, of course).

I adore the form, unlike Kerouac,

I enjoy its discipline and the thrill

of finding perfect words in which to stack

to capture a moment, to prove it real.

Though my Haiku may vary in subject,

I hold its artists with utmost respect. 

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Idiot

 Idiot

Double lined school zone. 
The idiot still passes,
while on his cell phone. 

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Primaroj '26

Primaroj '26

Ĝi estas farso!

Ĉar ĝi ŝanĝas nenion!

Kial voĉdoni?

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