Dead leaves on the porch
A colorful enemy
Blowing with the wind
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Cat on attack mode
He’s chasing the leaves that are –
taunting him each day
Tag: Poem
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Haiku – Metallica
Metal Pioneers
In the music genre Thrash
Lars, James, Kirk, Robert
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Lest we not forget
Bass guitarists Cliff Burton –
and Jason Newsted
Metallica: . . . And Justice For All
What is Thrash Metal and how is it different than Heavy Metal? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thrash_metal
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Haiku – Desert Nomad
Ancient secret clan
Riders of the desert sand
Living on the move
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Through the desert heat
Ancient and mysterious
Where do you come from?
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Inspired by Iron Maiden’s Nomad
and
Inspired by the theme at
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Poem – Morning Routine
. . . Baby wakes
My heavy eye lids,
pushed open with the sound
Trudge down the stairs
Dry thirst in my throat,
from the long night’s sleep
Wife wakes,
stumbles like a zombie out of bed,
follows my created footsteps,
to the nursery
Baby’s eyes meet the day
Feeding
Burping
Feeding
Burping
Feeding
Burping
Diaper change
Feeding
Burping
Feeding
Burping
Feeding
Burping
Stomach full
Time for play
Time for sleep
and
peaceful dreams
until
Baby wakes . . .
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Poem – Fragile Rotation
Fragile
We are all
Like glass
Easily shattered
Life
Tumbles
Day in – Day out
We evolve
Revolve
Like the spinning door
Around and around we go
Our feet upon this Earth
Who knows?
How long?
We have
Is there life beyond?
A heaven
A hell
Who knows?
Like glass
We are all
Fragile
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Haiku – Hula Girls
Moving – swishing – sway
Dancing to the island beat
With light skirts flowing
Just needed a little tropical break tonight. I hope you will take a moment and just breath in the islands and the magic they hold.
Traditional hula skirts are call Pa’u skirts and are made from brightly dyed fabric. The top of a Pa’u skirt contains casings that house long cords. Hulu dancers wrap the Pa’u skirt around their waist and tie the cords together on their left sides. Pa’u skirts come in different styles. Some contain a single cord and consist of a single panel of fabric. Other Pa’u skirts are made from multiple fabric panels with multiple rows of cording at the top. You can make a Pa’u skirt for yourself using printed cotton or polyester fabric.
via How to Make a Traditional Hula Skirt | eHow.com
If you’re interested in learning about the Hula Dance or the art of Hula Dancing, you are in the right place.
After me and my family went to Hawaii and spent a couple of weeks there, we fell in love with the hula dance. We also grew fond of the green, grassy skirts that are worn during the dance.
Here you’ll find videos that show various forms of the hula so you can see the dance in action. Other features are articles that discuss things like history all the way to how to hula.
If you have a love for Hawaiian dancing and would like to add a tropical flavor to your day, go ahead and click around.
via Hula Dance Head Quarters – HulaDanceHQ.com
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Haiku – Today’s Run (11/08/2012)
Sunlight fading fast
Daylight reaches towards sunset
3 miles – kind of tough
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Haiku – Sky Fire 5
A flame colored light
Races across the white clouds
Turning them blood red
Sky Fire 1
Grey storm clouds parting
Turning the sky into fire
Day ends in a blaze
Sky Fire 2
Sunlight fading fast
Leaving embers in the sky
Day takes one last breath
Sky Fire 3
Rays of sun explode
As the day is closing down
The sky above burns
Sky Fire 4
White cotton ball clouds
Burning on a light blue sky
The world turns crimson
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Haiku – Nature
Take a walk in me
Outside in my fresh cool air
as the seasons change
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Feel the crunch of my
leaves under your walking foot
as you explore me
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My Fall time of year
will soon fade into winter
I’m not as nice then
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Spring though, will arrive
and then once again you can
take a walk in me
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Haiku – Bruce Wayne
The Caped Crusader
Hidden under a black mask
His identity
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Haiku – Rainy Day
Dark clouds hovering
Tossing rain drops on the ground
Splashing through puddles
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A dark cloud filled sky
Sitting at home all alone
Waiting on the sun
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Poem – 8 in the morning
Mommy sleeps – peaceful dreams
Baby is in the nursery
Daddy’s eyes are wide open
Such a peaceful time,
this time of morning
The sun is just up over the horizon,
ready to do its rounds for the day
I draw in a breath
I feel sleep
still
lingering
just
behind
my
eyes
I know I will need a nap soon
It was a late night
A tough night
In the end it will be worth it
The baby monitor squeaks beside me
I listen to my son as he moves about
What is going on behind his eyes?
What is going on inside his dreams?
Sweet beams of sunlight,
filter in through the window
Caffeine calls
Time for my morning cup
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Poem – 2 in the morning.
It’s late.
Oh great!
Why am I up at this hour?
Do I not have the power?
To sleep
or
keep
the thoughts from my head.
So many things to think about,
as the day draws near.
I wonder.
I fear.
Father to be.
Yes, that’s me.
My son should be here soon.
How will my days be?
or
My nights like these?
I guess you can tell.
Random thoughts are rattling my head.
I will shut it down now,
though sleep seems so far away.
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Haiku – Imagination Waking
Ideas stirring
Forming in the grey matter
Words become stories
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Poem – Corona
Crack open your beer,
decorate it with lime.
Let the laid back mood take over,
for this is perfect time.
Cold and refreshing,
this beer in your hand.
Kicked back in the shade of a palm,
enjoying a Calypso Band.
The steel drums they echo,
they ring and they sing.
Losing just that little bit of edge,
life’s little sting.
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Haiku – The Bump
Baby on the way
A mother shows – baby grows
It will soon be time
For more on my journey you can check out this site. http://fetustomeetus.wordpress.com/
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Poem – Journey Into Fatherhood
I hear you little one,
growing so big and strong,
deep inside your mother’s womb.
I hear you.
I swear.
I sit and I wonder, what kind of dad will I be?
Will I be a father who puts you at the center?
Or puts you to the side thinking of only me.
Will I do all I can do to make you strong,
to make you wise,
to make you better than I could ever dream of being?
Or will I simply keep you as a prize.
No, I am not yet a father,
but I hope to be so soon.
To live, and love, my precious one,
sun up, day, night and moon.
For more on my journey you can check out this site. http://fetustomeetus.wordpress.com/
I also have an earlier version of this poem listed there.
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Poem – Curve Ball – Out of the Yard
Sometimes life is like a curve ball
Sometimes life is like a fast pitch
Sometimes it is
Strike
One
Two
Three
Sometimes
It is
four balls
and a walk
I don’t know why
it sometimes works
and sometimes doesn’t
why decisions have to be so tough
why decisions have to be so rough
sure
there are others who have it harder
I am not blind to their suffering
I just wish
I could hit that curve ball
hit it
right
out of the yard
A Poetry Journey 