Haikus of 2020
And still we rise to
greet the day; uncertain hopes
shared in solitude.
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To stay in the woods
would have spared lots of anguish.
Retreat. Stay nowhere.
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Missing milky-way.
Where did you go, lost daughter?
To lands of plenty.
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Now, nightmare greets me.
Maybe always? Who’s to say.
Hard to tell difference.
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And you will never
get far enough from yourself:
this is life, I guess.
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I can’t see you here
only birdsongs speak of you
alone in sunshine
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When limbo is life:
earth and sky are far away;
days are the middle.
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“Mare”
Her hand that drew this
becoming more glorious
today of all days.
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Scoop me up, please, now:
overflowing to nothing.
But, everything’s there.
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Oh! What happens now?
and time and experience
mean nothing to us.
Now in the land of
Covid-19 and ’20.
We’ll wait. Stay quiet.
What else to do here?
Drink wine and read books alone.
Nothing really changed.
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Haiku overdue.
Give your words to protests, please.
They’re better there now.
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Big and heavy heart
few can stomach its vastness.
Some might follow you.
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Byron could do it
you can too: write a haiku;
show them how it’s done.
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Archibald, Archie,
the flames that took everything.
But we are still here.
Bedford-Stuyvesant,
home holding everything else.
You will still be here.
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Heaven and Hell are
on Earth. And that’s what makes us
See the Truths of Life.
Accept and change and
Cope. This is what we’re here for
Love is the message.
Rebirth is the gift.
(Haikus will sometimes be left
unfinished). __ __
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“Libra III, October 13, number 4”
Solitariness,
written in the stars, I guess.
Born to this life.
Over-critical
in life and business, it seems.
Partnership is out.
Power to progress
the things you love and fight for.
Remain vigilant.
All the world’s a stage:
be the best player around.
Happiness might come.
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“Nov. 1st 2020”
Pandemonium:
driving force to build something
amid all crashing.
Endless failing parts
of structures burdened by hate.
When will the time come?
Break everything down,
learn to live with the ruin,
and some day it will.
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Love relics don’t die.
Learn to give them sparingly.
Bitches live with them.
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Montauk: never been.
Never invited: good time.
Excuses fall short.
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New York, I love you.
Cobble stones and garbage mounds.
Best light in the East.
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“30th December 2020”
Say, “keep your chin up!
2021, hooray!”
Little do they know.
Only one day left
but you are too exhausted
to hold much hope now.
Worked hard, died trying.
They day’s work is never done.
Never started, seems.
Endlessness around
but nothing you made before.
So much loss this year.
Maybe the next one
will feel just the same as now.
Battle again then.
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“2021”
let go of anger.
be patient and kind, always.
love endless and deep.
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