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young boys reaching up
baseball sailing overhead
victory a dream
The inspiration today at Carpe Dieum Haiku Kai are haiku by Cor Van den Heuvel
converence on the mound
the pitcher looks down
at the ball in his hand
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pitcher and catcher
head for the dugout
the batter stares at his bat
© Cor Van den Heuvel
I wake from troubled dreams
shuffle wearily to the kitchen
my hair sticks up in some
outer-space hairdo, my favorite
pjs have holes at the elbows
I grunt a morning greeting
and you are there – smiling
with coffee ready and news
of the latest visitors to the
backyard bird feeder
windy autumn storm
shakes the trees, branches wave
yellow leaves rain down
i dreamed i floated down a stream
left time behind to wait for me
and while i slept my friend, alone
stood patiently to light my way
back from the darkness of midnight
the slivered moon hung silently
afraid to shine and break the spell
i left all that i knew to fate
until the tide of dawn returned
me safely to my vacant bed
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it’s magic
when you’re only three
leaves change from green to
red and yellow flames
and caterpillars fall asleep
to awaken as butterflies
tiny black tadpoles swish
their tails through pond water
and slowly transform
into croaking frogs
until the school bell rings for you
the curtain is pulled down
and the wizard is exposed
whimsy dies and science takes its place
–
when you’re three
magic fills the air
changing leaves
butterflies
then science beckons to you
whimsy dies to facts
Let’s hold hands and sip red wine
while we wait for the dinosaurs
to trample us
We hear the roar of T-Rex and
the ground rumbles as Brontosaurus
ambles across fields of sweet corn
flattening barns and houses
Pterodactyls swoop down to
snatch grazing cows in their long
toothed beaks
There will be no happy ending
Let’s hold hands and sip red wine
until the children are in dreamland
and peace reigns in our world again
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posted at http://octpowrimo.com
capricious fate how
do you decide who
prospers and who fails
who lives in a mansion
who lives on the streets
capricious fate how
can a mortal change
your mind, shift your will
make fortune shine
on those destitute
suffering, no hope
oh fickle fate, one
moment you guide to safety
one moment look away
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born by white robed monks
blazing torches light the mountain
grass consumed by fire
—–
bonfire lights the night
yamayaki festival
mountain shudders
there is no man in the moon
no green cheese
no high jumping cow
no one to talk to in the middle of the night
no one watching over me as i sleep
the twinkling stars lied
they’re wearing cubic zirconium
the mouse has a digital watch
contrary mary is growing weed
and there are no shells by the sea
the sheep are on strike,
no new woolen mittens for this kitten
all rhyme and reason has been
stollen by wee willie
and i am left sitting with the king –
no pipe, no bowl, no music
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Day 3 of OctPoWriMo and the prompt was “what drains you”.
I stand
alone
on the beach and
imagine the young men
soldiers in their olive green
uniforms, wearing round,
bowl-like helmets – arms
raised, clutching rifles
pushing through the white-capped
surf onto the wet sandy ground
footsteps leaving pock
marks soon filled with
the tide and their blood
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We recently visited Omaha beach in Normandy so this prompt brought to mind the movie “The Longest Day”
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