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A Haiku poem about human genius.
Sleight of hand over truth, trust the illusion, breaching the core, embrace confusion...
Haikus about the upcoming election and its cast of characters.
My parents' search for a home in which to raise a family ended here. A large yard for gardening and playing, the surrounding farm fields and nearby lake fostered my deep connection to nature. They chose well.
The soldier cradles the comrade's soul as betrayal scents this last embrace...
Truth as beauty promised and beauty rarely honest were woven into souls...
This haiku reflects another aspect of what many may think and feel when confronted with such sudden, public loss.
Perhaps no livelier stage exists than where first curtains call, young actors bend to ovation's dream as critics forge the walls.
A guide to collecting vintage fish shaped salt and pepper shakers from around the world.
The yacht and mansion moguls clung to their vaults and golden masks, while jeweled evangelists sold the flock and traded sin for cover.
A perspective on death written in Haiku.
I remember the day I left you there, when we left the home you had known, I remember the day you sobbed in the chair, and I wanted to take you back home.
From ancient blue ranges smoke and mist curled upward with an early morning chill.
To fundamentalist terrorists, whatever they may wear, wherever they may hide.
As the muskets rust in dampness, as each, we turn away, I embrace the bitter peace.
As the muskets rust in dampness, as each, we turn away, I embrace the bitter peace.
I look back with an melancholy eye, half convincing myself that my present is better than what has been.
I live upon an edge. These are the rules.
No Summer, hot and green, no Winter's chill unseen
I dreamed of a place where sinners were free, where believers resembled the dead.
 
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