“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

“Hits just keep on coming” haiku

December thirty
One of those days music’s born,
Reborn, many forms

Start with Bo Diddley
Born McComb, Mississippi
Raised in Chicago

Soon swapped violin
For guitar — Gospel music
For John Lee Hooker

First single a hit:
#1 with “Bo Diddley”
Flip side: “I’m a Man”

Co-wrote “Love Is Strange”
For Mickey and Sylvia
Lots of his own hits

1963
Dig this bill: Bo, Everlys
And Little Richard

Opening same bill
Some big-lipped guy and a band
Called the Rolling Stones

Buddy Holly, Stones
Borrowed Bo’s beat, Tom Petty,
Others paid tribute

Opened for the Clash,
Played ’94 “Voodoo” gig
For a Stones broadcast

Two thousand seven
Said “I’m going to heaven”
Bo’s beat finally stopped

Who’s next? Del Shannon
Runaway hit “Runaway”
Instant #1

“Runaway’s” key sound?
The Musitron, invented
By his keyboardist

Never hit that mark
Again, though. His falsetto
Searching for the truth

Wrote other great songs
Peter and Gordon’s yearning
“I Go to Pieces”

Produced and arranged
Helped Bob Seger get this start
Back in Michigan

Others helped in turn
Dave Edmunds, TP, Jeff Lynne
Produced works by Del

But his music died
In the depths of depression
Del took his own life

Men born on this date
In 1937
Shaped folk and bluegrass

Paul Stookey a part
Of Peter, Paul & Mary
Folk music’s pop stars

His signature work
“The Wedding Song (There Is Love)”
Cleave to this classic

Paul was raised Buddhist
Became Christian, spread great love
Hard work, good causes

John Hartford was born
Of all places in New York
Where no bluegrass grows

But his family moved
To St. Louis, where his love
For rivers was born

Mark Twain with banjo
Fiddle, guitar, clog dancing
Music old and new

“Gentle on My Mind”
Another perfect song, hit
For him, Glen Campbell

Launched “Aereo-Plain”
Then helped Sam Bush and others
Make bluegrass “new grass”

John also revered
Appalachia and Ozarks
Old music, old hills

Loved riverboats, too
Had pilot’s license, used it
So many summers

Mystic current through
Everything John Hartford knew
And he tapped it well

Next up, two Monkees
Mike Nesmith and Davy Jones
Born three years apart

Ah, darling Davy
Child TV star, then trained
To be a jockey

But the stage beckoned
“Oliver’s” artful dodger
Made him a real star

Ed Sullivan Show
Had “Oliver’s” cast, same night
Of Beatles’ debut

Girls all went crazy
Davy knew what he wanted
Monkees made it true

Mike made Monkees too
But with a low-key approach
And wool stocking cap

Already written
For others, “Mary, Mary”
And “Different Drum”

The Pre-Fab Four did
His “You Just May Be the One,”
Some others he wrote

Glad when group ended
Went his own way and released
Some country-rock gems

“Some of Shelly’s Blues”
“Joanne” and “Propinquity”
The guy can write ’em

Other trivia:
Fortune from mom’s invention
Of Liquid Paper

Also born this date:
Poet Patti Smith, priestess
Of “Because the Night”

ELO’s Jeff Lynne
A master of melody
Sought in studios

ELO scored hits
Lynne wrote and sang great though I
Never loved that sound

To me his best work
Came later with Wilburys,
Harrison, Petty

Those many fine discs
Showed off talents, touch, flair for
Collaboration

Harmonic mystery
As the year wanes, the stars align
December thirty

Christmas

Whatever your faith
Each child born’s a miracle
Sacred and human

Feed them and love them
Keep them safe and warm that they
May learn, grow, love too

Christ said what we do
To the poorest among us
We do to the Lord

See in each other
Redemption and salvation
Existence divine

I say that’s the Christ
I hope to keep in Christmas
This day, and all year