Summer to winter haiku

Donna Summer, Dec. 31, 1948 — May 17, 2012

Heaven’s disco ball
Just added a few facets
Rock in peace, hot stuff

Cancer’s never fair
Somehow it’s even more wrong
For Donna Summer

Queen of an era
When people lived on dance floors
Parties never stopped

“Heaven Knows,” “Bad Girls”
And “Love to Love You Baby”
“On the Radio”

When parties did stop
They always stopped with this song:
Ms. Summer’s “Last Dance”

‘Bye Donna Summer
Thanks for all the dance floor grooves
Of our well spent youth

“Dark moments in U.S. history, #12 & 35” haiku

FBI catches
Public enemies, though not
Public Enemy

Spied on John Lennon,
Some violent rap gangstas
— And one huge past threat

Back in ’64
G-Men scrutinized lyrics
To “Louie Louie”

Some nutty parent
Complained the words were obscene
Hoover’s boys got down

Played Kingsmen classic
Over and over again
Faster and slower

Grilled the songwriter
Put the “I” in FBI
What a waste of time

This date, ’65,
Released conclusion: No one
Could make out the words

(Aside from Butt-head:
(“Uhhhh, any dumb-ass knows that.
(“And they said, ‘Make out’ “)

That fine little girl
Still waits for me. FBI,
Just MYOB

Wonder-ful haiku

May 13th was Stevie Wonder’s birthday. From this time last year.

A day of Wonder
May 13th, 1950,
Little Stevie’s born

“Fingertips (Pt. 2)”
Announced a new star with “Let’s
“Hear it for the boy!”

Yes, everything was
All right, uptight, outta sight;
Pop hits all could love

Signed, sealed, delivered
He was our soul man; how could
Anyone top that?

But top it he did
Great album after album
Flawless vinyl gems

His inner visions
Turned into sonic landscapes
You could hear, touch, feel

He boogied on, loved
A baby girl’s loveliness,
Ripped politicians

“Superstition”: Now
That’s an intro, and I bet
You’re hearing it now

Pleasures of the flesh,
Longings of the soul, his songs
Made it all so real

Eyes that cannot see
A heart that sees everything
The gift of Wonder

Mother’s Day, 2012, haiku

If a bar band can’t go wrong playing Beatles songs, I guess a poem can’t be too bad if it’s about Mom. To Tina, the mother of our two very lucky children. (Though for her, somehow, the gray hair and wrinkles haven’t showed up.)

She waits, globe belly
A whole other world within
About to be born

She stoops, back aching
Two small arms circle her neck
Tiny kisses heal

She reads, lids heavy
Prays blessed slumber comes first
To her little ones

She drives, endless miles
Bouncing balls, musical notes
Practice makes better

She worries, they grow
In mind and body. But will
Love, wisdom follow?

She grays, and wrinkles
They walk up aisles, diplomas
Down aisles, rings and vows

She smiles, now she knows
They’ll still fall, but they’ll get up
For she showed them how

She’ll love, forever
Even after she is gone.
No other. Mother.

And last year’s Mother’s Day batch is here.

May 10 haiku

May 10 is one of the fuller days on the musicians’ birthday calendar, requiring probably the most ridiculous mash-up I’ve mashed up. Written a year ago.

Today’s birthdays: Fred Astaire, Maybelle Carter, Donovan, Sly Dunbar, Steve Thomas, Sid Vicious, Dave Mason, Marvin Young (Young MC), Bono. Yow!

May 10’s birthday song?
Broadway tunes, country, reggae,
Folk, punk, rock and rap

Fred Astaire, dancing
On air, so cool, so classy
Never missed a step

Dance on the ceiling?
If anyone could ’twas he;
No one filled his shoes

From Baryshnikov
To Balanchine, other greats
Worshiped at his feet

Oh, he could act, too
And sing with the best of them
Though his voice was light

“Night and Day” and “They
Can’t Take That Away from Me”
He sang first and best

Ginger spiced his act;
They had “A Fine Romance” and
Called the whole thing off

Diction and phrasing,
Lyricism, elegance
He was the top hat

“Country” was the word
For Mother Maybelle Carter
And her wondrous clan

Maybelle sang and played
Her unique guitar technique
Was “the Carter scratch”

She had three daughters
Including Johnny Cash’s June
They were quite an act

Listen and you’ll hear:
Her voice and guitar stylings
Play on in Nashville

Donovan didn’t
Play bluegrass but he might have
Rolled some and smoked it

“Catch the Wind” he did
Flower power’s troubador,
Sunshine Superman

Not nearly so great
As his ego said he was
But still tons of fun

Hey, who else would rhyme
“Laleña” with “can’t blame ya”?
Or hail “Atlantis”?

So hail Donovan
Still trippin’ out there somewhere,
Keepin’ things groovy

Reggae’s groove supreme
Often starts with the sticks of
The man Sly Dunbar

When Sly sets the beat
It’s Jamaican poetry
With Shakespeare on bass

The rhythm section:
Sly Dunbar, Robbie Shakespeare
Their names say it all

Sly, Robbie, so hip
They’re joined at the studio
By music’s top acts

Sly’s the beat, the kick
The tom, the highest high hat
He’s the music, mon

Another drummer
To celebrate: Steve Thomas,
Of Shooting Star fame

The classic rockers
From KC keep going, and
Steve keeps the beat

“Hang on for Your Life”
Was good Shooting Star advice;
Too bad Sid couldn’t

Sid Vicious was punk
Personified, charisma
Beaucoup attitude

Funny thing, he played
A Fender Precision Bass
With no precision

His bass chops were lame
Sid memorized Ramones’ licks
Still, he roundly stank

Edge and energy
Were his specialties, shy boy
Desp’rate for something

But the heroin
Trumped the music, so often
That drug’s legacy

Girlfriend Nancy dead,
A bloody murder, for real;
Sid soon followed her

Dead at 21
A total waste, burying
Punk’s pivotal prince

Opposite of Sid?
Try Dave Mason: Killer chops,
Workmanlike on stage

Dave Mason was great
With Traffic, Hendrix, the Stones,
Clapton, Harrison

You think he’s not great?
It’s only you and me, and
We just disagree

Marvin Young found fame
“Let ’Em Know” “My Name Is Young”
With his early hits

He made a career
Though he had to read his raps
Take notes with his notes

Though Young MC’s not
Young anymore I bet he
Still can “Bust a Move”

Last we have Bono
Always rock’s ambassador
Ready for a cause

From streets of Dublin
He rose to fame with his band
Passionate, sincere

Bono, eyes shaded
Sensitive to light, and plight
Of the world’s needy

U2 and me too
We’re all in this together
Bono rightly says

May 10th’s symphony:
For all who still haven’t found
What we’re looking for

“Wild things” haiku

Maurice Sendak, June 10, 1928 — May 8, 2012

‘Bye, Maurice Sendak
You showed us we would conquer
Though there be monsters

Harry Truman, May 8, 1884 — Dec. 26, 1972
VE Day, May 8, 1945

Give ’em hell, Harry
Wish you were still in D.C.
To straighten things out

Plain spoken and tough,
Hard working and ornery.
Independence, man

The Nazis gave up
On your 61st birthday
You brought our boys home

And you took the heat
Whatever life brought your way
Give ’em hell, Harry!

“Art break” haiku for Keith Haring

Keith Haring, May 4, 1958 — Feb. 16, 1990

Google “Keith Haring”
Google anything today
And check out his art

That’s right, he’s the dude
And doodler extraordinaire
Whose lines burst with life

Inspired by Disney
And Seuss, no wonder his work’s
So vibrant, direct

Subway chalk drawings,
NYC, drew attention,
Seat on train to fame

“Radiant Baby”
Showed simplicity’s power
Lines, colors, and shapes

Circle expanded
Warhol, Grace Jones, Madonna,
Basquiat, Burroughs

But he stayed focused,
Helped causes, made public art
People could enjoy

He got HIV
Joined efforts to fight AIDS, but
HIV got him

So young to leave us
But true pictures do not die
Radiant baby

“Scream and shout” haiku

“The Scream” sells at auction for record $120 million.

I scream you scream we
All scream: Who in the world paid
That much for “The Scream”?

James Brown, May 3, ’33 — Christmas, ’06

BD of JB
And Soul Brother No. 1
Liked to celebrate

Came up the hard way
Picked cotton, scrounged coal, danced, sang
Did hard time for theft

Then he showed the way
Mixing rock, funk, soul and rap
Before we said “rap”

James Brown poured it on
For “Live at the Apollo”
An all-time classic

Hardest working man
In show business always gave
100%

So get your hot pants
Pop up some mother popcorn
Start the sex machine

Please please please, JB
And thanks thanks thanks for makin’
Us shout “I feel good”