For me, a Haiku is a 17 syllable verse that captures an image or moment that touches the heart when the reader grasps its meaning.
A mind free to think, imagines, reasons then decides how to act. To imagine means to explore possibilities, reasons is to weigh actions with consequences with a depth of understanding and proceed with full knowledge, ready to bear consequences. Marx was an elitist fool who lived off others and yet abandoned his children to starvation. Marx was a type of man who celebrated the death of his uncle, so he lived off his wealth without producing any of his own. China and Russia only pulled out of poverty because they allowed for free enterprise. Our country is not perfect but it allows for everyone life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness… and all that goes with that, great success or great failure.
The Haiku is a seventeen syllable verse, image or moment. Grasped by the reader, meaning captured by the heart, flows with emotions.
A mind free to think Imagines, reasons, then decides to act with forethought
Rudbeckia titters Stretching roots in fertile earth. Butterfly frolics
The only reason I've never been snake-bitten; I pound when I walk. The object I seek is blatantly obvious. but it's not a snake.
A vain impression of my imagination; Real or not, I see.
A trim crimson comb A proud rooster perched nearby Cock-a-doddle-do
Grandbabies create a rite of passages for all parents to become GRAND (Excerpt) My Grand is an alien, not the kind from outer space but another place. Tock Tick, Tick Tock Tock Grand's house mingles with the past Time ripples backward What, no game controls! Grand's and electronic foe But, I'm never bored. She's a game wizard I'm the assigned scorekeeper We battle with cards. Grand's the marble champ Her marbles have names-Galaxy Star Dust, Jupiter. The universe rules. She's the brightest star around I believe it's true. We follow all rules though we rearrange a few Mom is cool with that. I pick the veggies. Cheesy cheese and pizza sauce topping my deep crust. Peel, double whop-POP! Biscuits laid out, cut in half. Fried, light, and golden. Crispy and warm, Yum! Sprinkle on sugar dust for a delicious treat. Sometimes, I forget Hold your tongue, hang your towel after the shower. Growing up is hard. Every day learning is new. But I'm not alone. Grand's shoulder is there. Reminding me of blessings in following rules. Mom's dismayed to see fingerprint flowers shining through the tempered glass. Leave them there, my dear. They remind me she was here. Then Grand winks at me. We made those flowers with air breaths and fingerprints intentionally. We watch old movies reels, tapes or DVDs. How can that be me? But it was Momma giggling with Granny Sue swinging from my tree. Tock tick, tick tock tick The clock chimes it's time to go Love you, see you soon. Mom, I hear you say that Grand is an alien Is that really true? Just bits of silliness, dear. Grand said the same thing about Granny Sue. We were best buddies. She loved me like Grand loves you. Granny was special. Yesteryears refer to another time and place. Now, I understand. Grandbabies creates rite of passage for all parents to become GRAND>
Life is like a vapor Death grins when the pulse is weak. Smiles when breathing ceased. Light gleams in darkness. Shatters the stillness of time Death, where is your sting? Past and present one. Dominions lost victory. His love set us free.
Let’s go to the pond. Fairytale fishing is best- when Gramps comes along. No buckets, no boats, And no carrying large totes. Just Grandpa and me. A pole in each hand Crickets wait by the pond bank Gramps catches our bait. A nibble, a tug- A fisherman feels the line- Waits to jerk the hook. A flip-flopping, splash Reeling in a big fat bass. Little ones go free.