“I think I can do the dance number, but I’m not so sure about my horse” haiku

John Wayne, born Marion Robert Morrison
May 26, 1907 – June 11, 1979

Not a boy named Sue
But a guy named Marion
Was born on this date

Hardworking and tough
Football player got a job
On a movie set

Director John Ford
Fed him ever-bigger parts
Breakthrough in “Stagecoach”

“Tall in the Saddle”
For years that described John Wayne
Cowboy Western star

Two-fisted hero
And (spoiler!) “The Man Who Shot
“Liberty Valance”

Classics “Red River”
“She Wore a Yellow Ribbon”
And “Rio Bravo”

No one said “pilgrim”
Quite like the Duke; laconic
Became iconic

Cowboy turned warrior
In “Sands of Iwo Jima,”
Other combat films

Returned to Westerns
“True Grit” Oscar, “The Shootist”
Died with his boots on

Happy birthday, Duke
John Ford was right to bet on
That guy Marion

“Across the styles” haiku

Written last May 26. Includes Levon Helm, who you probably know died April 19.

Another crazed batch
Of birthday folks hatched today
From jazz to opera

There’s Miles Davis,
The birth of the cool, just one
Of his jazz styles

Bebop and hard bop,
Modal jazz and fusion jazz
Miles pioneered

He was “Kind of Blue”
And drew us “Sketches of Spain,”
“Relaxin,’ ” “Workin’ ”

Like the Pied Piper
Miles blew a magic horn,
But his led to life

Teresa Stratas’
Instrument? Soprano, matched
Only by her heart

She sang opera, yes,
And Broadway, too; her “Showboat”
Was like no other

Kurt Weill’s widow gave
Stratas songs no one else had
— And her voice owned them

Stratas sang it all
Fearlessly, flawlessly with
Punk intensity

Retired, she helped
The poorest among us, joined
Mother Teresa

Heartbreak and mystery
Play muse to this sorceress:
Pop queen Stevie Nicks

Her Fleetwood Mac days
Wove witches and dreams into
Hypnotic hit songs

She conquered demons
Of her own, to keep sharing
Her dream songs with us

The band “The Band” played
Funky and loose, often thanks
To Levon on drums

Levon Helm, his mates
Backed Dylan and then made their
“Music From Big Pink”

Great albums followed
Till the Band’s “Last Waltz” and then
Levon’s solo work

Levon Helm’s back beat
And back-country vocals kept
Their own unique swing

He’s still rocking on,
Winning awards, releasing
New songs and CDs

From “traditional”
To “matched,” drummer’s changed his grip
— But never lost it

“Step up to the plate” haiku

1935
May 25th, the day Ruth
Launched his last homer

Babe was almost through
But not that day — 4 for 4
Three out of the park

Played hard, lived harder
Seven hundred and fourteen
One had to be last

A trickster word, last
Agonize to make things last
Then it is the last

Make every one count
Games, days, laughs, loves, breaths, touches
One will be the last

“Rosie strikes back” haiku

Rosanne Cash was born, if my arithmetic is right, on Bob Dylan’s 14th birthday. And though it’s ridiculous to compare artists, I find her best stuff among the most beautiful and powerful I’ve ever heard — as Dylan might say, right on target, so direct. Happy birthday to an amazing talent.

Rosanne Cash, May 24, 1955

It seems there’s no end
To Rosanne Cash’s talent,
Courage, honesty

Johnny’s daughter, sure
But so much more — a writer
Of bottomless depth

From country chart hits
To confessions of terror
As love struggles, dies

Delicate beauty
Heartbreaking like a teardrop
Just about to fall

Courage? Or no choice
But to face all the feelings
Life brought to her heart?

No matter, she faced
It all, spun it out for us
In dozens of songs

From “Interiors”
Through “Black Cadillac,” she put
Her pain on display

Life took her apart
Many times — divorces, deaths
And brain surgery

She unflinchingly
Put herself back together
Extraordinary

She keeps creating
And helping some fine causes
Her story goes on

Here’s to Rosanne Cash
Courageous, she writes and loves
A woman in full

Zimmy haiku, redux

Last May 24th, Bob Dylan turned 70, and I wrote these.

The short-version tribute:

Two words: Bob Dylan
For decades in his music
He’s said all the rest

And the longer one, with thanks to Joyce Carol Oates for her description of Dylan’s voice, and to Dylan, for packing almost 12 minutes of the most mind-bending music onto one 45: “Like a Rolling Stone/Gates of Eden.”

Haiku for Dylan
Like outhouse built in tribute
To cathedral, but …

Let’s give it a try
And hold it to seven more
One for each decade

Woodie Guthrie passed
The torch and Dylan produced
More U.S. classics

“Blowin’ in the Wind”
“The Times They Are a-Changin’ ”
Timely and timeless

He took us on trips
(With and without tambourine)
We’ll never forget

Torrents of words, voice
“As if sandpaper could sing”
Cut straight to the heart

Fierce independence,
Shifting styles that confounded
His fans and doubters

He sliced up the world
In 3 minutes — one time 6!
And changed everything

“Just music,” he says
But Bob, you’re gonna make me
Lonesome when you go

Rogue in vogue haiku

Robert Moog, May 23, 1934 — Aug. 21, 2005

Google asks: Aren’t you
Glad Bob Moog used dials? Don’t you
Wish everyone did?

It’s Bob Moog’s birthday
And Google’s synthesized quite
A memorial

Today’s Doodle lets
Us mix, oscillate, filter
Push the envelope

When it’s all set, play!
Then save your tune on vintage
4-track recorder

Moog would’ve loved this
Though he always said he was
“Just” an engineer

Genius, more like it:
Sold kits to make theremins
And good vibrations

His two companies’
Electronic instruments
Changed sonic landscape

‘Stead of Mini Me
Made Minimoog, Voyager
And Little Phatty

And just for effect(s)
Made Moogerfooger pedals
Then Pro Tools plug-ins

So have fun, create
Your own song of invention
In Moog’s memory

The Moog Doodle is here.

Class of 2012 haiku

Graduation Day
At Olathe North High School
Eagles leave the nest

Packed tight in the gym
Close friends, closer relatives
Eagles, or sardines?

A heartfelt farewell
From retiring principal
Who loved and inspired

Grad’s eloquent words
Of sacrifice and success
Lessons and leaving

Pomp and circumstance
Handshakes, sheepskin, sheepish grins
Caps and gowns abound

America’s best
Including grads born under
16 other flags

America’s dream
Opportunity for all
Seized and realized

America’s hope
Four hundred and twenty strong
Ready for big things

17, 18
Parents wonder how the years
Went by in seconds

17, 18
So young, yet so smart and strong
Primed to shake things up

Yes, one of them’s mine
And we couldn’t be prouder
Of all his hard work

But now he’s the world’s
He’ll make it a better place
An Eagle takes flight

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