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   It’s the same old song   

DF 09. 01. 2019


It’s the same old song
In the morning I hear him singing
Late nights too on the front porch
I hear him singing 
The shadow he cast on the sun
Long years between us
But with my mom, he is one
And I hear him singing...
Across the valley and to the river
I see her stepping in
I always walk to her to hold her tender
Cuz she loves from within
I hear him singing ...
Yea woman of mine
Rise and shine
Shine my day
Be my light
Give me a memory I won’t lament 
He chose her everyday 
How could he ever love again 
I will always miss dreaming my dreams with you
You are mine and hers alright 
I should have always loved you 
right, yes, you are mine and hers alright 

    NEW YORK, NEW YORK    

DF 05. 01. 2020

 

NEW YORK, NEW YORK
CARS WHOOSHING BY AND ACROSS
LIKE BLOOD IN A RUNNER’S VEINS
WHEELS TURNING AND HORNS BURSTING 
LIKE A MELODY FROM ROOSTERS WITH CANES 
POP.
AND THERE’S A MAN FINGERING A CHAMPAGNE CORK
HE IS A DIRTY HIPSTER AND A BOSS
BUT THOSE THREE WOMEN HOLD THE REIGNS
LOCK,
THEM UP.
THEY KNOW OF DORKS 
AND OF THEIR STAINS.
BUT.
THEIR OWN GLOSS
IS OVER TEETH IN ALL SORTS OF PAINS
THEY DO NOT FLOSS
EVEN FROM PORK
ON A FORK
OH!
AT THE TOP OF THE ROCK
OF NEW YORK, NEW YORK

Haiku Resources

1. Wales Haiku Journal

2. Haiku Foundation -> Haiku Dialogue

         No title        
01. 21. 2023

A curious pause

between two apt Delphians

who don’t know themselves.
 

         No title        
01. 21. 2023

Far away from home,

the robin flies alone, low

with a broken wing.

The Oracle of Delphi pronounced Socrates the wisest of Greeks; and Socrates took this as approval of his agnosticism which was the starting point of his philosophy: ‘One thing only I know’, he said, ‘and that is that I know nothing’. Philosophy begins when one begins to doubt — when one begins to question the accepted wisdom of tradition. Particularly the one’s cherished beliefs, one’s dogmas and one’s axioms.

 

Delphian inscription:

To be curious about that which is not my business, while I’m still in ignorance of my own self, would be ridiculous. And therefore I say farewell to all of this, but about myself. 

 
My best friend, Oscar
 


With you, I don’t walk but I dance across meadows
And traverse the forest with ease
Even today you are here with me
I jump from one rock to another
to avoid the mud that may be lingering
in between the soft looking patches of grass

Oh, the rocks, even boulders,
that you stepped on and over like lily pads
when you were little
No obstacle existed, and no pool of water was too small for a belly dip
lock and step together, you made me happy
No time with you was ever lonely or dull

But old age came for you much faster
than for me my dear friend
Your paws are now resting gently on the floor that you used to wipe clean with your tail
And I’m here meandering on my own
Following in your footsteps, practicing curiosity and thrill
I’m trusting you, like you always did me

My tears fall and I walk up
 the waterfall, looking for that time with you, 
that togetherness you taught me with grace,
I walk and I look, and I made it to the top,
higher than ever before. 
Because of you.
Without you.

 

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