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21/30 Haiku
‘Still My Phoinix’
No matter distance
No matter monsters or walls
Our bond conquers all
30/30 Challenge - during April, which is National Poetry Month, poets challenge themselves to write a poem a day.
The sun rose for you today.
Coming into the full bloom of its true purpose.
Well aged, its existence traveling through many alterations
Just to reach its destiny.
Its rays have never been so warm or giving.
Its light never so abundant or efficient.
There are beams hitting the other side of the globe who shed tears,
Realizing their journey ends without ever knowing
What it was like to light up your face.
You are the legend the flares of old spoke of.
The universe wants to harness your life with the desires you speak
So be loud.
It has given space between neighboring celestial bodies
So you may stretch your wings without disruption.
The timid moon was a friend made for you,
So you could learn how treat those less fortunate
With empathy and encouragement,
Not every soul is as bright as yours.
Not everyone will benefit from the blub in the sky.
The sun is not a mind reader and it is desperate for your command.
Give the star purpose my child
Empower it to sustain us
Give it permission to gravitate towards you
The way all other light does.
Dare it to be heavenly in similar fashion
To how you’ve challenged my spirit to be more than human.
I speak from experience,
I know what it is to watch a son be born
To be overwhelmed with the power
And humility of such an endowment.
Like you did for me,
The sun rose for you today, and its illuminating a path
So I may find you,
And the father you need me to be.
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20/30 Haiku
‘Politics’
Mudslinging Masters
Manipulating Masses
Must Maintain My Mind
30/30 Challenge - during April, which is National Poetry Month, poets challenge themselves to write a poem a day.
Star dust’s senior
Paul Barer of pyramids
Giving time a run for its cache
Politics
Naïve to battle with its weapons
Plague of society
Victory comes in shunning you
Politics
May your tongue lose my name
Salvation will be silent
If I could only find a life without,
Politics
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19/30 Haiku
‘Blame Game’
When you screw me once
I add it to my canon
Of my lessons learned
30/30 Challenge - during April, which is National Poetry Month, poets challenge themselves to write a poem a day.
Arthritis and mirrors
are comrades of truth.
Pointing fingers
curl and reflect back
towards the source of
problem and solution.
I can waddle in
and fondle
self-pity until my ego turn blues.
Depreciate my parents
for not teaching me what they don’t know.
Cry foul on teachers
burdened by bureaucracy.
I even have an excuse
that lays fault on a former lust
for my inability to love.
An index of accusation
for every wrong that left an impression
will only give me a fistful
of anger
and time wasted,
avoiding an audit of my own awareness.
Failures and trespasses
remind me of historical bards
written out of books by war winners.
So much truth to be learned,
royally looked over
to no one’s benefit.
Mistakes leave indentations
and maturity has taught me to read braille.
I’ve got a scroll of receipt paper
buried in my pockets
that I use as a cheat sheet
each time life tests me.
I keep my hands to myself
so nobody can swipe the silver from my palm.
Just like I retain blame and broken clocks,
It may not be the favored
yet it is the best way
to keep myself close to a solution.
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18/30 Haiku
‘Empathy Sleeps’
Parade all those lies
One day you will find yourself
Trapped in the marching
30/30 Challenge - during April, which is National Poetry Month, poets challenge themselves to write a poem a day.
Empathy lies dormant
on the conscience
of an opportunist.
Burdened by a taste
for the validation of allusion.
Revenge spring loaded
by a mirror
but the aim is never on target.
I forgive you.
Confused by your intentions,
it is in your pain
that I find understanding.
The mines you’ve dug
intended for others
will one day litter
your path back home.
It is why I’ve planted maps
and hearts
and shoulders.
What we build
we live in.
Scavengers never learn
the heat of the hunt,
cannot comprehend
the persistence and patience
and sacrifice
of building upon your own nest
and pride.
Life atrophies for them.
Vanity’s visceral veins
fueled by pain
has an antidote to its toxic.
Unfortunately, it may only be injected
by the one who is infected.
Hardships are humble pie
plugged into your soul.
Those who don’t eat
are starved of compassion.
Thus,
empathy lies dormant
on the conscience
of an opportunist.
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17/30 Haiku
‘Boston’
We are like brothers
Beating one another up
But protective too.
30/30 Challenge - during April, which is National Poetry Month, poets challenge themselves to write a poem a day.
Boston.
Growing up I learned about you
through pinstripe eyes.
Proud Bleacher Creature
aspiring to piss on the Green Monster.
Us getting Wade Boggs his only ring
must truly sting.
Boston.
Fenway echoed of support
after the Twin Towers fell.
You dropped your bats,
opened your arms like a cutoff man
and caught our tears,
relaying us home.
I haven’t forgotten when you too
were rooting against Curt Schilling in the fall.
Felt like Carlton Fisk lent his bat
to Brosius and Martinez on back to back nights.
Boston.
Karma saw you.
Pulling off the impossible in fashion,
she freed you
of The Curse
years later. I wasn’t even mad.
Bill Buckner was retired from my mind
as your ambassador
long before you beat our Sandman.
Sometimes hugs can shake
the grudge off of us.
Boston.
I still make offerings to the Baseball Gods
in hopes of watching the Yankees
raise another flag over your caps.
My lack of faith in prayer
had to be re-evaluated after you fired Francona
and hired Valentine. Sweet for us.
Maybe the Boss
had bought off an angel or two.
Boston.
Reverberate the Diamond
with Sweet Caroline!
Teams across the nation
are tearing down their stadiums
and building new homes.
Not you, Pesky’s Pole
symbolizes who you are.
Unmoving, full of history
rooted in your foundation.
I now find myself thirdbase coaching
waving you home
like the sweet swing of Ted Williams.
Boston.
The game always stops
when things go foul.
Rivals know a lot about one another.
Just ask a fan
on my side of the line, and they’ll tell you
Beantown is one tough cookie
and should never be counted out of it.
