One week strong today
Changing every hour
At the speed of light
Tag: Poems
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Haiku – A Good Cup of Coffee 4
Mister Master Brew
You’re the caffeinated king
Morning starts with you
Part 1
Caffeinated dreams
Bring on the master liquid
My mind needs a boost
Part 2
Liquid energy
Red blood racing through my veins
Strong like rocket fuel
Part 3
Warm master liquid
Let me worship at your cup
Brew faster for me
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Haiku – Sleep Island
Where ‘s the place you sleep?
Between the baby’s feedings
Quite, warm – Sleep Island
I’ve started to notice that in between the baby feeding that there are these little magical pockets of time. This is the time when he sleeps, usually an hour or three. I have been calling these little pockets of time sleep islands.
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Haiku – Sky Fire 2
Sunlight fading fast
Leaving embers in the sky
Day takes one last breath
Sky Fire 1
Grey storm clouds parting
Turning the sky into fire
Day ends in a blaze
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Haiku – 8:11 A.M.
Welcome to the world
My precious little baby
10 pounds 8 ounces
My son was born at 8:11 A.M. this morning.
As you can see he was a big boy.
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Haiku – Going for 8
Today it was eight –
long and challenging hard miles
Splashing in the rain
Another Sunday and another run I didn’t think I had in me.
I have run 8 miles only three times counting today. I usually don’t like to go that far. I just felt like with the busy weeks ahead that this might be my only shot for a while. Surprising enough, it was rather easy, though I did have to run through one of the heaviest rain showers I have ever run in. I was soaked when I got home.
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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 – A Good Cup of Coffee 3
Warm master liquid
Let me worship at your cup
Brew faster for me
Part 1
Caffeinated dreams
Bring on the master liquid
My mind needs a boost
Part 2
Liquid energy
Red blood racing through my veins
Strong like rocket fuel
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Haiku – Going for 7
Running my butt off –
going for seven long miles.
Know what? I did it.
I haven’t done this distance since early May of this year.
Just happy to get back to it.
This Haiku was running through my head for most of it.
I love this cooler weather.
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Poem – White Sand
Life beside the ocean,
under golden sun drenched rays of red,
time is no longer the enemy,
when the tropics fill your head.
Among the white sand,
you will lose your self control,
don’t fight it,
just let it take your soul.
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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 – Hurricane Rainbands
Wrapped around the eye
Green monster on the radar
Flooding homes and lives
A rainband is a cloud and precipitation structure associated with an area of rainfall which is significantly elongated. Rainbands can be stratiform or convective,[1] and are generated by differences in temperature. When noted on weather radar imagery, this precipitation elongation is referred to as banded structure.[2] Rainbands within tropical cyclones are curved in orientation. Tropical cyclone rainbands contain showers and thunderstorms that, together with the eyewall and the eye, constitute a hurricane or tropical storm. The extent of rainbands around a tropical cyclone can help determine the cyclone’s intensity.
via Rainband – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
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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.
A Poetry Journey 
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