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My son was born at 8:11 A.M. this morning.
As you can see he was a big boy.
Tag: Poems
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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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Haiku – Night Stalking
Day dissappearing
Fading into nighttime’s grasp
Darkness spreading fast
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Haiku – Fall
The air of Autumn
Colors leaves of dying green
Gold, orange, and red
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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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Haiku – Thunder Rolling
Electric lightning
Violent sounds rip the silence
Storm clouds approaching
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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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Haiku – Bleeding Morning
Sunlight kills the dark
As brightness opens my eyes
Night bleeds into day
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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 – Sky Fire
Grey storm clouds parting
Turning the sky into fire
Day ends in a blaze
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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.
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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
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Haiku – KISS
A classic live show
With dynamic stage effects
Where’s the Hall of Fame?
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Poem – The Author
Sitting at a typing machine, solitary and alone.
Words flow from the creative mind, across the screen or paper.
Creating stories, for the world to see.
Inviting all to enjoy and read, the author’s silent caper.
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Catching up on some Poems and Haiku’s
Okay, here goes.
I thought I wanted to let this site go, but for the life of me I can’t. I think you have noticed some re-blogs from my other site into this one. I feel like this site is best suited for my poems and haiku’s. They seem to get lost on my other site so I am thinking about starting them back up over here.
That way it will be easier for those who follow me here to read my poetry based stuff. It feels like a better home in this blog.
The plan is to drop a poem or haiku every Sunday from here on out.
So anyone who is annoyed with me for doing this. I apologize. Sometimes an idea sounds good and looks good, but after careful thought or simple trial and error it doesn’t work.
Here is what you have missed so far, in case you haven’t seen the re-blogs.
Poems
The Society of Waves
They had come from all walks,
their simple chore to surf.
This was their only job,
the ocean was their turf.
They had waxed their boards,
then paddled simply out.
They were ready for the ocean,
ready for their bout.
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Then the wave rose,
roaring fierce with salty power.
They put their boards into the teeth,
opening the pipeline door, on the ocean tower.
Like surf board cowboys,
they rode the wave to the shore.
Then they paddled back out,
waiting for the ocean to give them just one more.
The aliens are at my door
Listen.
Do you hear them?
There it is again.
That creak in the front porch floor.
Oh no.
The aliens are at my door.
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They come from a galaxy far away,
near the heart of the deep space core.
With evil smiles upon their faces,
the aliens rattle my door.
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They crave the human taste of flesh,
ravage it like a whore.
It’s for this lust they came.
The aliens are inside my door.
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Taken to their silver ship,
my eyes growing heavy and sore.
I fall into a trance,
the aliens leave my door.
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I lay upon a pile of bones,
waiting in fear on the bone filled floor.
A strong light catches my eyes,
the aliens are at my door.
Haiku
A Good Cup of Coffee 2
Liquid energy
Red blood racing through my veins
Strong like rocket fuel
At the movies
Vampire Moon
A red yellow moon
Scared victim in death’s embrace
Fangs reflect the light
So, what do you guys think? Is it good to come back to a site you thought you wanted to leave behind or should you just abandon it all together?
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Haiku – Waves
Crashing on the beach
Eating up the sandy shore
Strong and powerful
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Poem – The Dark Knight
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White soul.
Tough heart.
Two lives.
Two parts.
2
He’s Gotham’s hero.
In a storm of chaos he is the light.
Reigning over the criminal elite.
He is, The Dark Knight.
A Poetry Journey 
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