Northern hemisphere
16th of January
60° – sweet
“Winter? What winter?” haiku
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“The doctor is still in” haiku
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Jan. 15, 1925 — April 4, 1968
A day to reflect
Resolve again to make real
A dream that won’t die
And re-postings from last year on April 4, Aug. 28 (March on Washington) and Oct. 16 (King Memorial dedication) should follow on the blog here.
“Golden sponge cake” haiku
Nutritionally
Bankrupt, Hostess belly up
Once more with filling
Frozen butt haiku
Guy smoking outside
Weather like this you think he’d
At least quit menthols
More than 2,000 verses like this available for your reading pleasure. That’s at least 34,000 syllables.
“The only thing I want frozen is a margarita” haiku
8° — Splendid
1 for each layer of clothes
I’ll need for outdoors
More than 2,000 verses like this available for your reading pleasure. That’s at least 34,000 syllables.
“Re-arranging deck chairs” haiku
Just when I thought work
Couldn’t get more stressful it’s
Remodeling time
Hammers, power drills
Like MRI, root canal
All rolled into one
In my head I hear
“Hammer time!” and “Break it down!”
MC destruction
They came, they sawed, they
Conquered everything in sight.
Well, except the dust
Can you call back, say,
In six months when I can hear?
Or just hold till then?
But soon we’ll be put
In some now-vacant spaces
For several long months
‘Bye, desk of 12 years
A moving experience
I’m sure it will be
Cleaning out my drawers
Some stuff 34 years old
From my first days here
A seating chart, names
Lots dead, all but two gone from
This place of my heart
Time for globe trotting
Shanghaied to Siberia
Till makeover’s through
Temporary digs
No sun, windowless — so no
Defenestration
Disoriented
Isolated — feeling like
Motherless child, squared
But soon this blank space
Will be filled with my clutter
Start to feel like home
Then it will be time
Again to pack, move, enjoy
Shiny new space, cubed
“Not another rock guy’s birthday!” haiku
Nicolas Steno, Jan. 11, 1638 — Dec. 5, 1686
Nicolas Steno
Father of geology
His legacy rocks
Check Google’s salute
To this foundational dude
From 1600s
Centuries before
Chuck Berry, Little Richard
The man could dig it
An upper crust guy
Yet he studied all layers
And how strata formed
He was all about
Things gettin’ horizontal
Just like rock ‘n’ roll
Nicolas Steno
Father of geology
His legacy? Rocks!
“Big Man, little poems”
Clarence Clemons, Jan. 11, 1942 — June 18, 2011
Someday soon we’ll laugh
Till we cry, but today we
Just miss you, with tears
And from June 19:
E Street, Jungleland
10th Avenue all missing
The Big Man tonight
Bruce Springsteen said of Clarence Clemons:
“Clarence lived a wonderful life. He carried within him a love of people that made them love him. He created a wondrous and extended family. He loved the saxophone, loved our fans and gave everything he had every night he stepped on stage. His loss is immeasurable and we are honored and thankful to have known him and had the opportunity to stand beside him for nearly 40 years. He was my great friend, my partner and with Clarence at my side, my band and I were able to tell a story far deeper than those simply contained in our music. His life, his memory, and his love will live on in that story and in our band.”
Eddie Vedder on Letterman, “Without You,” June 20, 2011:
“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
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