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. or of a timed momment Grasped by the reader, meaning captured by the heart, flows with emotions. filled with emotions.
A mind free to think Imagines, reasons, then decides to act with forethought
Curious, Cautious Woodland habitat framers, natural lake builders Clever, charming artisan As busy as a beaver (WIP)
The Last Harvest Wind rustles the leaves. Trees shimmer yawning deeply, Anticipation. Autumn equinox, the balance of light and dark, time juncture converts. Turn your face eastward. Fall moon on the horizon blazing golden hues. Extravagant colors! A migratory birds last song. Light wanes for evening. Nature splendor yields a harvest of abundance, Thankfulness expressed. Inner autumn calls, time to embrace season’s change. The wind howls for rest. Light narrows yet shines. Truth displayed for all to see, God’s bountiful grace. Counterfeit death nears. The last harvest, winter comes. Weary souls find rest.
Rudbeckia titters Stretching roots in fertile earth. Butterfly frolics
Hidden Object 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.
Writer's Dream A vain impression of my imagination; Real or not, I see.
A trim crimson comb A proud rooster perched nearby Cock-a-doddle-do
Grand 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, tock-tick, 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. Grand swishes me off to hunt for hidden treasures with only one clue. Treasures lie within. Only the bravest of braves dare enter-'Boardroom' 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 displayed on the windowpanes. Leave them there, my dear. They remind me Hope 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 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 Past and present one. Death, where is your sting? Dominions lost victory. His love set us free.
Fairytale Fishin' 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.