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Haiku by RL Brown

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.
Fall Frenzy Writing Contest

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
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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. 
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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. 

A Haiku: Understanding Its Meaning

Grey shrouds disallow.
Perseid, wherefore art thou?
My wish bound by clouds. by Tony @TonyPictureBook

I didn’t catch the meaning of this Haiku until I looked up the word Perseid. Before reading further, stop and look it up if you need to.

Once I read the definition, I instantly understood, and a burst of conflicting emotions rolled over me. If you love star gazing, then you will instantly understand. If you watch action movies, then you know where the names of heroes and villains come from.


A once a year event was disallowed. The grey shrouds that streak brightly across the sky when entering our atmosphere were hidden behind the clouds. But there was a double meaning in this Haiku for me.

It was early August in the 90s on a clear night. Schools didn’t start so early. My two children each had a friend spend the night. I got them up a 4:00 am. They wrapped up in blankets, set in lawn recliners, sipped hot chocolate, and watched the Perseid Meteor shower. It was fantastic. We stayed out till the sun rose, then went to McD’s for breakfast.

My children have families of their own and live very far away. I ask my husband if he wanted to drive out in the middle of the night to watch the meteor shower this past week. His response was that he would be asleep. I was a little sad. I wondered if my kids took the time to watch. I thought of how much fun we had. Then, I laughed.

Yes, we did have fun. It was a spectacular meteor show that night, and I have a precious memory.

A Haiku is a 17 syllable verse that captures an image, or a moment that when the reader graps the meaning, touches the heart.

View at EarthSky Community Photos. | Joel Weatherly in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, captured this photo of Perseus and surrounding constellations on August 14, 2019. He wrote: “This illustration of the Perseids radiant point was made using an actual image of the night sky near Edmonton. A faint Perseid meteor can
be seen to the upper left.

Fairytale Fishing

Haiku by RL Brown

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
Grasshoppers 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. 

Photograph by A Macarthur Gurmankin

Pollinizers and their Pollinators

By RL Brown (WC-199) Nonfiction/ Trochaic Tetrameter

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Bumblebees, Honeybees and Wasp

Tiny things that run the world,       	
busy beats, their wings unfurled.      	 
Bees love bloom’s anther thread,   
favor hues of blue and red. 
Golden pearls spread all about,
gathered by a little scout. 
 
Pollinizers Bees Love

Fragrant flowers spread their scent. 
Pollen swirls in spring’s event. 
Bees create a honey treat-            	
with lavender so pure and sweet. 
Bees find peach and apple trees,  
guided by a scented breeze.    	

The Butterfly

Dainty things that run the world,    	
silent beats, their wings unfurled.   	
Butterflies from all around
follow scents that hug the ground.
Dancing-feet atop a bloom, 	
search for nectar to consume. 
 
Pollinizers Butterflies Love

Flower clusters, vivid hues
Yellows, reds but no blues,
Flower seeds secure their worth,
stretch their roots in fertile earth.
Coneflowers, their scattered seeds,
Best paired up with butterfly weeds.          

 
The Hummingbird

Little things that run the world,
Hums and beats, their wings unfurled.
Hummingbirds need constant fuel.
Scented blooms attract this jewel.
Forward, backward, upside down.
These adept fliers rush around. 
 
Pollinizers for Hummingbirds

Golden flowers brilliant blooms 
Entice birds with shiny plumes.
Blazing Star to Geranium,
Coral Bells to Delphinium.
Flower meadows, patchwork plots,
Scattered seeds in local lots. 



Autumn Breeze by RLBrown

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Snuggled in a blanket, 
thick socks warm my toes. 
Hot latte melts my insides. 
Fall breeze tickles my nose. 
Achoo

Hay bales decorate storefronts 
with scarecrows and pumpkins. 
Overalls adorn with autumn hues, 
"Hello, country bumpkins."
 Achoo-ACHOO!

It’s a crisp autumn day, 
lacking yesterday's heat 
Parade begins. Fair Food!
Time for a delicious treat.  
ACHOO - Achoo- ACH...

A visit to the pumpkin patch 
on a sunny afternoon, 
thick with particulates 
no one is immumme.
Achoo, Achoo, and ACHOO!

The Harvest Moon fills sky, 
with reddish orange glow.
Cinnamon spices fill the air.
Caw! Caw! A scary black crow.
Achoo, ACHOO 

Slow down and take the time
to make a pot of savory stew.
Breath in and enjoy the season
even with a sneeze or two.
Achoo

Autumn Breeze by RL Brown October 2020

Snuggled in a blanket, thick socks warm my toes, a hot latte melts my insides, and a fall breeze tickles my nose. Achoo!
Hay bales decorate storefronts with scarecrows and pumpkins, adorn with autumn hues. It’s a typically crisp autumn day, lacking the humidity and heat of yesterday. ACHOO – Achoo.
A visit to the pumpkin patch on a sunny afternoon, thick with particulates and allergen visibly floating in the air. Achoo, Achoo, and ACHOO!
The Harvest Moon fills the evening sky, the horizon allowing only the yellow, orange, and red hues to filter through – Achoo, ACHOO!
The smell of cinnamon and spices and a warm pot of stew remind me of fall and winter coming soon. Achoo!
The Harvest Moon disappears for another year as the fall wind blows the dust away and brings the fresh, clean air. Time to slow down, look around, and breathe in this fall season, even with a sneeze or two.

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Fairytale Fishing / A Haiku (WC 49) written by RL Brown

Excerpt from My Grand is an Alien

Acrylic Pointing by RL Brown
No buckets, no boats, 
And no carrying large totes,
Just Grandpa and me. 

A pole in each hand
Grasshoppers by the pond bank.
Gramps catches our bait.

A nibble, a tug.
Fishermen feel the line and-
wait to jerk the hook-

Reeling in a big fat brim.  
(WC 47)

Every Once in a While-

Willow Creek State Park Photo: RLBrown

Inspiration hits!

A desire is lit

to convey a message

deep within one’s soul.

Every Once in a While

Misery accompanies loss.

Difficulties attack.

Hurt strikes deep.

Disappointments mellow the soul.

Every Once in a while

Love overwhelms!

Satisfaction reigns!

Memories comfort!

Friends appear-

Sadness disappears.

A face-to-face connects the soul.

Every once in a while we grasp…

…that discerned truth divides the soul and spirit

…the sameness of God’s impossibilities and unchangeable nature.

…the revelation of our salvation in the depths of our soul.

…the depth and breath of God.

…assurance of hope seen.

..the rallying cry of faith.

…and hear the tongue of a doubled-minded man

and your soul knows it very well.

Every once in a while…

Endurance is perfected

Wisdom is perceived

Faith is steadied.

Peace settles within.