cherry blossoms
always the same, and yet
ever new with you
pink blossom rain
the space where you used to be
pink blossom rain
Added:
a riverside stroll
pink blossom rain on my face
on a homeless man
FYI: This could be read as a counter poem to my award-winning haiku below:
blossom rain
between earth and sky
somehow, us
Grand Prize, Sharpening the Green Pencil Haiku Contest, 2026
Added:
midnight crescent
in a Beirut boy's eyes
buzzing drones
Added:
repeat after me
Trum pi no cchi o ...
the clown taps his nose
Added: Politics of Distraction, IX:
blocking the blockade
to break the strait blockade ...
in gathering dark
a gin-soaked flight to nowhere
through the un/truth of this war
Added: Trump Empire, Inc, XCII
Donald Trump
$20,28 per gallon
the MAGA-hatted man’s stare
bores holes through his lawn sign
FYI: This tanka could be read as a sequel to mine below:
Law is the King
Trump Empire, Inc, XC
written for No Kings protests
just a dream, and yet ...
the mountain lion roars
to grazing sheep:
once elected as your King
I'll be vegetarian
the peanut-brained man
behind the Resolute Desk
grins to cameras,
just a little excursion...
oily clouds over Tehran
how much bullshit
can come out of one ass-hole
a veteran’s refrain
cracks and booms through iron bars
at the White House gate
the Capitol fence
shadowed against the sky
in twilight chill
lineups snake at the pumps
and at food banks too
chant after chant
of eggflation, fried truth
scrambled justice ...
a mutt's neck sign: I can poop
a better president
FYI: The title alludes to the famous quote from Thomas Paine's 1776 pamphlet, Common Sense: In America, THE LAW IS KING.
Added:
on the road to work
I push through the white drift—
cold snap pressing in
Added:
to T.S. Eliot
curtains part
snow-wet roofs mirroring
April twilight
FYI: This could be read as a sequel my gembun below:
April is the cruelest month, I murmur to myself
drinking alone
the sound of snowfall
deepens
Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CCXCII: "P/Crime Minister"
written on Israel's Independence Day
behind the shroud
of "our hero warriors"
the P/Crime Minister
spills the Castro-length
blah, blah, blah on victory
Added: No More Fairy Tales, LIII
written on War-Ravaged Earth Day
Hormuz twilight
one pond of oily black
after another
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