“a date which will live in infamy”
a paper boat
rolls on a wave
far out at sea
haiku
winter’s night
atop the rippling waves
paper lanterns
haiku
“a date which will live in infamy”
a paper boat
rolls on a wave
far out at sea
haiku
winter’s night
atop the rippling waves
paper lanterns
haiku
THANK YOU
To the Men and Women who serve and protect the freedoms for those at home and for those who live abroad. Thank You so much for your service. Thank You so much for your sacrifices. You shall not be forgotten.
honor guards –
row after row
honoring the fallen
haiku
PERISHED, BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN
lone soldier
acknowledges
those who have perished
names of
fallen comrades –
living on eternally
Remembering All The Fallen at home and abroad, for the men and women
who have paid the ultimate price for Freedom, Democracy, and Justice
for All.
(long) haiku
HERO
Formidable girls
mastering warriors’ skills
honoring passed ancestors.
Ferocious fighters
engaged in deadly combat
fighting for their survival.
sedoka
combatants
fresh battlefield
awaits
warmongers
free verse poem
AT THE BATTLEFIELD
Stalwart Samurais
living on silent prayers
undaunted in face of death.
Dosed by arrow’s spray
intermeshed Samurais fight
past midnight and twilight hours.
sedoka
Mama I know you are sad…
Cleanse me in cool waters, and not in ripples of blood
Swaddle me with love and understanding,
don’t drape me under a tattered cloth,
piled up for the dead
T’morrow all the birds will sing,
flying through the billow of clouds.
Talk to me about magnificent hawks and majestic eagles
don’t fill my young eyes with swarming vultures
pulling flesh from the fallen dead.
T’morrow bucks will charge the does wildly through the brush.
Smile at me with joy, when the sun is shining down.
Coo at me with laughter in your voice, delight in your heart
and not from a written letter found in your belongings.
T’morrow the sun will shine,
and bees will dance in bountiful fields of flowers.
Mama, I know you are sad,
but remember that tomorrow
will be better. Guns and bullets will disappear
and deafening bombs will vanish.
T’morrow, infinite rolling hills will sway,
an illusion of thick and lush greenery.
There will be no more intolerance.
No more Black or White,
Red or Brown, or shades of Grey.
Mama, press me against your heart,
and we will walk together into a new and peaceful world
…one step at a time.