Solstice haiku

The days get shorter
From here on out — can you feel
Time slipping away?

When did the hourglass
Tip, time immeasurable
Turn to counted hours?

When did time contract,
Rein in the racing, stretching
Of endless summers?

And the horizon
Seems to be moving closer
Space shrinking with time

Entropic thinking
Most likely’s true but it sucks
The life out of me

Need sunlight, need air
To blow away the decay
Renew mind, spirit

For the shortest night
However dark, deep, gives way
To the longest day

Last year’s much cheerier batch for the year’s longest day are here.

At Greg’s summer place
Some are here and some are not
Can we check you in?

“64 + 6” haiku

For great musicians
It’s as if notes become flesh
See: Paul McCartney

60 Gold Records
Hundred million albums sold
As many singles

“Yesterday” covered
More than any other song
Imagine that, John

But numbers don’t tell
Story of Paul McCartney
Only music can

And oh what music
Orchestral scores, movie tunes,
Electronica

Collaborations
And prolific solo work
Maybe I’m amazed

Wings piled up hits, too
Good for a band on the run
12 #1 discs

And oh yeah yeah yeah
There was that earlier group
John, Paul, George, Ringo

Did they change the world?
Or just reflect the changes?
Who cares? They’re perfect!

Called Paul the cute one
And he was that, but much more,
Of course, musically

Those killer bass lines
From “She’s a Woman,” “The Word”
To “Dear Prudence,” “Rain”

Acoustic guitar
On several White Album cuts,
“Yesterday,” “Michelle”

Electric guitar,
Too, including the solo
On George’s “Taxman”

And the voice, the voice
Scream and shout “I’m Down” or croon
All those great ballads

But even for Paul
Life wasn’t perfect — lost
His mum at 14

The birds flocked to Paul
He made music with a few
A nest with Linda

But cancer took her
Far too soon, leaving a void
Then a rough marriage

Hope he’s happy now
‘Cause he still sounds great, still works
For some fine causes

The awards pile up
And tributes will keep flowing
He deserves them all

Forget yesterday
Rockin’ 70 today
Happy birthday, Paul!

“Don’t look down” haiku

“Don’t look down” haiku

Walk the line between
Clarity, insanity
A man, a wire, falls

With borders guarded
Crossing can be tough, but this
Is ridiculous

1896
Last time the Niagara Gorge
Traversed on high wire

Now Nik Wallenda
Of famous flying family
Will take that long walk

End a Wallenda?
Wire humor is all gallows
No pratfalls allowed

End of Wallendas?
No, even if Nik did die
Family would go on

Following footsteps
Fatalist’s folly also
Family foundation

Following footsteps
Wallendas sound like Nike
Saying “Just do it”

Speaking of sponsors
ABC will televise
Hoping you’ll tune in

Disney’s owner says
There’ll be no death — Live! — on air
Nik must wear tether

But what if Nik sheds
His safety harness midway?
He’d like to, you know

He’s walking at night
So if he makes some mistakes
We just won’t notice

Crossing Niagara
Dark, alone, on a drenched wire
What will it feel like?

Fear, terror, longing
For the other side, to feel
Earth beneath his feet?

No, Nik Wallenda
Is a different kind of man
Mostly nuts, all guts

Walks the line between
Lunacy, serenity
A man, a wire, falls

“What’s your desire” haiku

This evening only
A solar system near you
Venus in transit

Heavenly body
Makes pass between Earth and sun
But don’t look! Don’t look!!

Telescope filter
Or special welder’s glasses
Needed to save eyes

Otherwise do what
You always do these days — watch
On the Internet

Won’t happen again
Till 2117
So don’t miss this one

1639
First transit that was foreseen
By Horrocks, Crabtree

Horrocks, a student,
And Crabtree, a cloth merchant
Did own star studies

Independently
They used Keppler’s sky tables
To predict transit

Transit helped figure
In 1769
Solar system’s size

This time, astronaut
From space station will capture
Transit from orbit

Seems so easy now
But let that heighten, not shrink,
Our sense of wonder

“And he won’t mind if you spell his name backward” haiku

June 1 is the birthday of Bob Walkenhorst, a fine singer and songwriter, and a pretty darned good painter, too. Best of all, he’s a wonderful person. I wrote these a year ago.

For Bob Walkenhorst
Painting the scenes of our lives
In brushstrokes and notes

What to say to one
So entertaining, so true?
Happy birthday, Bob!

The head Rainmaker
Making music, making friends
In KC for years

Singer, songwriter,
Guitarist, drummer — plays mean
Harmonica, too

He writes the best songs
Surprising, clever, touching,
Funny — so human

And you know when it’s
Bob singing, one of a kind,
Though he covers well

Yeah, Bob does Elvis,
Van, Mick, Lennon, Dylan, Hank,
Fogerty, the Boss

But no one sings Bob
Like Bob — nobody else can
It’s just that simple

He’s done it for years
With bands and friends, or solo,
And just gets better

When he gets on stage
He makes us feel he belongs
To us — quite a gift

Happy birthday, Bob!
Here’s our ears, and hearts, gladly
Given in return

June 1 haiku

1926
Star who will be Marilyn
Makes her first twinkle

Born into madness
Dies in loneliness, despair
In between, magic

In ’67
The Beatles get serious
With Sgt. Pepper’s

Rock stars turn artists
Tap all that’s within them
Music ever changed

1968
Helen Keller breathes last breath
Of unique journey

Deaf, blind, not yet 2
Alphabet unlocks genius
To inspire the world

June 1st, quite a date
For magical history tour
Birth, release, passing