Cicada’s droning
Underscores the joyful noise
Of children playing
Month: June 2015
History Senryū 30 Jun 2015
Fire in the sky
Tunguska taiga laid flat
Some still wonder why
From Hollow Husk to Happy Homes
Restored again
To vital use
This long abandoned
Concrete shell
Thrums with life
Healed from abuse
With fresh new stories
Yet to tell.
Haiku 29 Jun 2015
Vase with bright flowers.
Summer’s sole glimmer warms, this,
Her winter cold room.
History Senryū 29 Jun 2015
George Armstrong Custer
made Brigadier General
at the age of twenty three.
History Senyū 28 Jun 2015
Gavrilo Princip
Kills Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand
Lame Casus Belli
Driver’s Educator Educated
Oh my aching toes!
Young driver enthusiasm
wounds me to the sole.
Who knew industrial grade
steel toed boots were required!
History Senryu 27 Jun 2015
Somebody, somewhere,
do something good! Anything!
Today is boring!
“Will Wait for Change”
Why do we wait here,
Day after day expecting,
Anticipating,
Waiting for things to improve?
Perhaps we could move,
A little today, acting,
Not just reacting,
To make things better, improve?
That sure beats just sitting here,
Waiting for the Earth to move.
History Senryū 26 June 2015
Patent awarded
in the US to Karl
Benz for his gas-powered car.
Beating Back Darkness
Both hope and power
Have been restored around here;
Except on my street.
My benighted block remains
Empowered only by hope.
Watch What You Watch
Schrödinger’s Character resides
Safe inside that DVR box.
Caught in the state of quantum flux,
Both alive and dead he will remains
until by pressing play,
you collapse the quantum state
And, in the act of doing so,
fix and seal his fate!
History Senryū 25 Jun 2015
Canterbury monks
report the moon exploded
throwing out molten lava.
Dancing to the Pipers’ Tune
The Pipers grin, and fan this Flag debate,
incite this nation to gyrate.
Now some of us think, “Ain’t this great!”,
as we leap right into that quagmire,
dance St. John’s dance and hallucinate
as if inflamed by St. Anthony’s fire.
Those evil minstrels must think us fools,
gullible, unthinking tools.
They build a madcap set of rules
And watch the herd beasts prance.
If we give in to these evil ghouls,
we all will swing in St. Vitus’ dance.
You can love your flag or scream and shout,
but I think I’ll sit this dance out.
Aroil in Pain 