“Forever young” haiku

Rod Stewart, Jan. 10, 1945

I could really do without all the latter-day Sinatra stuff. But what a singer — and rocker, whenever he wants to be.

Rooster hair, soulful
Rasp and croon aged well. Rod, we
Still think you’re sexy

“Three for this day” haiku

Jan. 9: Jimmy Page (1944), Joan Baez (1941), David Johansen (1950)

Made lead balloon fly
All the way up to heaven
Rock on, Jimmy Page

For justice and peace
Joan Baez always sings out
With amazing grace

David Johansen
A Doll, a chameleon
Still funky but chic

“End or beginning?” haiku

Elvis Presley, Jan. 8, 1935 — Aug. 16, 1977

Happy birthday, King
Wish you were still drawing breath,
Exhaling magic

Why do we recall
The end, not the beginning
When something’s over?

Yes, I do it, too
Remember deaths of Elvis,
JFK, Dad, Mom

The life of a dream
— Hero, loved one, pet, romance —
Always ends too soon

But making dreams real
Is still our hope, our work, with
Their inspiration

Their memories, lessons,
Melodies, words inform life’s
Never-ending song

Happy birthday, King
Seems the magic can live on
In each one of us

Hunk-a hunk-a burning haiku, redux

From Aug. 16, 2011:

Can you remember
The day Elvis died back in
’77?

Elvis changed it all
Genie of youth, rebellion
Out of the bottle

Many hated, feared
What he symbolized, said he
Really couldn’t sing

Long list of haters:
Ed Sullivan, Steve Allen
And Frank Sinatra

Elvis proved ’em wrong
They came around, whether
They meant it or not

Elvis changed it all
But then what? Life isn’t easy
Even when you’re King

Elvis was the pup
Who caught that car, didn’t know
What to do with it

Ill managed, ill used
Bad movies, material
Tarnished the King’s crown

Elvis made comebacks,
Proved he still had it, and yet
Something was missing

No one who really
Loved and reached him, could lead him
To reality

The King died alone
On his throne, you couldn’t write
A sadder punchline

Talent, tragedy
How often they are married
In this crazy world

My aunt passed this year
She loved Elvis like the sun
She never forgot

The King is dead, long
Live the King, in every heart
Ever touched by him

“8 for the 6th” haiku

January 6th
A birthday constellation
Heavenly to chart


Wilbert Harrison
“Kansas City” fame, and sang
“Let’s Stick Together”


Doris Troy, co-wrote,
Sang “Just One Look,” soul classic.
Backed up Stones, others


Van McCoy, hustled
Through disco, helped Aretha,
Gladys Knight, the Pips


Sandy Denny, sang
Folk with Fairport Convention,
Led Zep’s “Evermore”


Troubled Syd Barrett
Pink Floyd leader till life got
Too psychedelic


Kim Wilson, singer
For Fabulous Thunderbirds
Plays a mean harp, too


Need some hard-rock chords?
AC/DC’s Malcolm Young
Says, “Turn it up, man”


Kathy Sledge, sisters
Reminded each one of us
We are fam-uh-lee

“Warm weather, warbling woman, can’t beat that” haiku

63°
Today’s forecast high, oh yeah
Goodbye coats, hello sunroofs

I get the feeling
We’ll pay for this day later
Right now, I don’t care

Sometimes happiness
Is yes or no; today it’s
Matter of degrees

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Iris DeMent, Jan. 5, 1961

Sweet Iris Dement
Sweet are the melodies she’s
Given to the world

Songs of questioning,
Mystery, longing, belonging
And finding her voice

It’s a unique voice
A term often used lightly
In her case it’s true

Give me two, three notes
I can tell you it’s Iris
I love that voice

At close of “True Grit”
Knew it was Iris singing
It just had to be

Haven’t heard new songs
From her in years, but Iris
Is writing again

Can’t wait to hear ’em
‘Cause when she misses a note
My heart skips a beat

“Oh my heart” haiku

Michael Stipe, Jan. 4, 1960

Michael Stipe told me
What to write but I couldn’t
Understand the words

R.E.M.’s first work
Was like that, so propulsive
Yet inscrutable

Just when the mumbling
Was getting old, Stipe started
Enunciating

Words didn’t always
Make linear sense, but band
Had some things to say

The way they said it?
Unique. Trace scenes and connect
Hearts, feelings like dots

They did it somehow,
Though, without actually
Drawing any lines

Lost their religion
Found shiny happy, and damned
That radio song

Rocked out on “Monster”
Laughed at apocalypse, all
In a day’s work song

Felt gravity’s pull
But had one last disc to make
“Collapse Into Now”

End of R.E.M.
As millions of fans know it
And Michael feels fine

“A day in the life” haiku

Sir George Martin, Jan. 3, 1926

George Martin heard sounds
From Beatles’ imaginings
Etched them in vinyl

Produced classical,
Comedy records alike
Then signed the Fab Four

Wasn’t sure at first
Vocals, humor convinced him
They were worth a shot

Thought “From Me to You”
A good start, called “Please Please Me”
“Your first number one”

Beatles’ talent reigned
But Martin added touches,
Arrangements that helped

Strings on “Yesterday,”
Keys on “In My Life” got them
To go for baroque

“I Am the Walrus”
“Penny Lane,” “Strawberry Fields”
“Eleanor Rigby”

Last time all four lads
Were in studio at once?
This date, ’70

Happy birthday, George!
What say later we meet at
Pablo Fanque’s Fair?

You can’t write haiku in a buffalo herd

Roger Miller, Jan. 2, 1936 — Oct. 25, 1992

Why is it jokesters
Aren’t taken seriously?
Laughter’s important

Take Roger Miller
It’s the man’s birthday today
Do you think he’s great?

From “King of the Road”
To “Big River,” Roger wrote
A wealth of classics

“England Swings” took us
On a trip across the sea
Snapshots whistlin’ by

Some were great nonsense
Like “You Can’t Rollerskate in
“A Buffalo Herd”

But he wrapped true pain
In tossed-off titles: “Dang Me”
And “Atta Boy Girl”

“Husbands and Wives” summed
The price of pride perfectly
Forgiveness failing

And he made death’s chill
All too real with “One Dying
“And a Burying”

Roger’s mama died
When he was 1; his daddy
Split up the siblings

Aunt and uncle raised him
He worked the farm, learned fiddle
Dreamed and wrote some songs

Served in Korea,
Ducked jail for stealing guitar
“Clash of ’52”

Sarge told him to hit
Nashville; played with Minnie Pearl
And wrote with George Jones

Detour as fireman
Wife and kid to feed but soon
Nashville pulled him back

Wrote hits for others
“That’s the Way I Feel”
And “Billy Bayou”

And then the time came
He recorded his own hit
“You Don’t Want My Love”

“When Two Worlds Collide”
Was even bigger, but he
Threw it all away

’62 and 3
Were two years lost to excess
But then he rallied

’64 comeback:
“Dang Me” and “King of the Road”
Just two of the hits

That was Roger’s peak
But the rest of his career
Had some fine moments

“Big River” hit big
In ’85, reminded
Folks of Roger’s gifts

The stogies got him
Age 56, the cost of
An unfiltered life

Now his CDs rest
Between “Mellencamp,” “Mitchell”
In my collection

Great company, yes
And I reach for Roger first
For a laugh, or cry