Sonomabuzz

Category: Poems

  • haiku does not wait

    haiku does not wait
    for feeble distracted mind
    a Palm remembers
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    Just imagining
    an uncopyrightable
    monosyllable
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    Ask about our roof
    My house still there up above
    Creaks but later here
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/10/08

    I can’t help myself
    It just comes naturally
    Seeing things this way
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/28/08

    Five five five five five
    Seven seven seventy
    Fifty five fifty
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/28/08

    Broken derailer
    It is a rough ride sometimes
    Pedaling nowhere
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 03/23/08

    It’s not possible
    To be wrong about haiku
    Except for the length
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 04/07/08

    Toes at attention
    Eyebrows are slightly furrowed
    Haiku on the way
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 04/07/08

    Weta bobosee
    Seba tewabo sese
    Bowe webo se
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 05/22/08

    Pungent smell of smoke
    Lingering of lightening
    Expressed as fire
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/15/08

    A moment of joy
    Every day it happens too
    With everything else.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/15/08
    Pickles pickles pick
    salty spicy I love it
    plenty of pickles

    Pickles all day long
    lunch dinner even breakfast
    Oh I love her so

    [from the bus ride]
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 11/06/08

    I give away things
    most valuable to me
    Altruism is good
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 12/20/08

    dark shadow and light
    green clarity goes to blue
    lack of clarity

    leaf

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 01/04/09

    Angels in our heart
    Stayed in the foggy ground
    Memories hold true
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 05/28/09

  • Haiku with a theme of children

    I learn things really
    Fast because days grow shorter
    Was a child’s wisdom
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    Child you could know life
    With only some happy thought
    Wander to your dream
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/24/08

    Where has childhood gone
    ah, it grew up too and fled
    Simple pleasures gone
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 03/04/08

    Nowhere is now here
    a non space is now a place
    For children to be.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/19/08

  • Haiku from Nature

    Orion running
    Perpetually as light
    In the morning sky

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/01/07

    Rain drops from the sky
    Air refreshed by water
    Cleansing inhaling

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>10/15/07

    Dandelion blossom
    We want green spring garden plant
    Flower leaf dawning

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>12/25/07

    Though rust falls in the
    Autumn summer will journey
    Through morning bloom

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>12/25/07

    Happy people dream
    Shiver beneath winter moon
    Snow soon freezes ice

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>12/25/07

    Tulip stuck in time
    Its potential blossom gone
    Unseen forever

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>01/04/08

    Water on a shore
    Ice in solid formula
    Amorphously cold

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>01/14/08

    A hovering kite
    Attentive to the motion
    Field mouse lingering

    [east of Winters, California]

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>01/16/08

    Orion arise
    Beloved in the night skies
    Running running on

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>01/16/08

    Little lonely
    Thought of brilliant night sky
    Alone in star light

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>01/16/08

    Autumn grasses yellow
    Wander beneath rusted cloud
    Rising evening moon

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>01/19/08

    Blue sky the trees say
    The wind resting is breathing
    God less manifest

    The breathe of God
    Flows through creation as wind
    Flowing over all

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>01/30/08 9:00 a.m.

    Make me smile before
    The bloom of summer morning
    Full from sun journey

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>02/10/08

    An angel of stone
    Sits praying in the night rain
    Blessings on flowers

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>02/21/08

    Standing by a creek
    Sound blends with nighttime musing
    Cares flow to the sea

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>02/21/08

    Baby ducks snoring
    Under a bridge in the fog
    Tiny signs of spring

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>03/19/08

    A simple beauty
    Egrets flying together
    beautiful sky now

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>03/25/08

    The young tree sprouting
    Blue skies in Santa Rosa
    California

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>04/05/08

    The Blossoms turning
    Spring bees buzz in Sonoma
    California

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>04/05/08

    Swollen blossoms wait
    Spring is in the air today
    White flowers burst soon

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>04/07/08

    Happy Spring flowers
    Green with pink yellow blossom
    Fresh colors of life

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    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>05/03/08

    Summer blazing in
    Heat searing on the faint wind
    While spring’s blossoms wilt

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>05/15/08

    Smooth paddles of light
    Cause ripples in time and space
    Shadows linger on

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>5/22/08

    Cicada in the
    Palo Verde mimicking
    Arid summer heat
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>06/23/08
    Pungent smell of smoke
    lingering from lightening
    drift of summer fire

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 6/23/08

    Can’t hear that teardrop
    For all we know it’s just a
    Ripple on a stream.

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>07/14/08

    Poppies drying out
    Fields of parched brown grasses
    Season of summer

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>7/15/08

    A bird on the fence
    Quickly scanning a yellow
    Flower then moves on

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>07/21/08

    A caterpillar
    Amongst the green tomatoes
    Takes an early share

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>07/21/08

    Moths migrating in
    The early morning sunlight
    Transient nature

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>   7/26/08

    The fog enshrouds the light
    Mists envelope days passing
    Time moves over love

    All I get from you
    A place for me in your heart
    Where I want to be

    Time moves over love
    Mists of our time in this light
    This morning’s true gift

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>10/08/08

    Sheep sleeping in fog
    Fields of mist veil their slumber
    What things do they count?

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>11/04/08

    Crisp fall air blowing
    Light shining in lovely trees
    It is great alive

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>11/11/08

    As the sun it shone
    Upon the vines grapes all gone
    Shadows left alone

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>11/21/08

    Saline Sea shines blue
    under the desert’s hot sun
    after man’s mistake

    Toxic Acidic Beautiy

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 12/12/08

    Young hawks shrill calling
    Brighten a sunny spring day
    Like children who smile

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><> 5/8/09

    Pigeon flying by
    There is a dream like quality
    Wake me in the air.

    Pigeons Fly Low

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>05/17/09

    The wind through the pines
    And the cottonwood snow
    Warmth of Tahoe sun.

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><>  07/05/09

  • How Flags Flutter

    based on and mashed from article Published Santa Rosa Press Democrat :

    Tuesday, September 22, 2009 at 11:17 a.m.

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    There is a visual record of major conflicts and humanitarian crisis of
    the 21st century that interfaces and enhances the ability to synthesize
    and comprehend complex, digital information created by a historian
    preserving and enhancing the art of hand-papermaking.

    She works with a media artist who incorporates lives of Haitian
    immigrants and chronicles the power of human resistance and endurance
    to explore the intersection between the built and the natural world.

    Who analyzes poverty in efforts designed to improve lives?

    People coming to terms with personal relationships and struggling with
    the changing molecular biology of advanced understanding of the role
    of micro RNAs in the development of cancer and explaining climate
    change. It has to do with the dimensions of conflicts in the Middle
    East through the stories of ordinary families.

    What we really want to know is the behavior of complex systems to
    address such questions as how flags flutter and poets use wordplay as
    puns and rhymes in intricately patterned compositions.

    This calls for an investigative newspaper reporter whose work has led
    to a program that links college volunteers with medical professionals
    to improve health care for ornithologists who use paleontology,
    developmental biology and optical physics to address questions about
    avian development, evolution and behavior. She found an applied
    physicist who is a leader in developing flexible electronic devices
    for schizophrenia or severe mental illness.

    Would we know the answers if there was a physician devoted to
    delivering and improving treatment for infectious diseases in
    Evolutionary biologists whose research focuses on tracing the
    population history of recently extinct or threatened species?

    We’ll need a Biogeochemist who examined the forces that have shaped
    the ocean’s fertility and earth’s climate over the past 2 million
    years and discovered accidents involving the elderly and risk factors
    that contribute to morbidity due to falls and how viewers experience
    and interact with art to protect transportation infrastructure when
    there is a disaster.

  • Somewhere in California

    Somewhere in California a lawn mower whines.

    Somewhere in California an old woman lays dying.

    Somewhere an old man holds her hand.

    Somewhere in California thoughts turn to better times.

    Somewhere in California a lawn mower whines.

    An old man hears the mundane sounds as his loving wife sighs.

    Somewhere in California a neighbor picks apples

    And the Summer turns to Fall.

    Somewhere a young girl dances on chalk marks on the sidewalk.

    A father gazes at her motion as he rakes the leaves.

    Somewhere in California the tasks and trials and joys of a lifetime

    mix with the sounds of the moment.

    Somewhere in California

    Somewhere a young man grows and explores

    Somewhere in California a cool wind blows

    Bringing the breathe of Autumn

    Somewhere a neighbor starts a car and drives off to work.

    Somewhere an old woman’s breathe grows shallow,

    Her mind moves slow.

    Somewhere in California a night bird calls

    Like a sigh at the fresh new dawn.

    Somewhere

    Somewhere in my neighborhood.

    09/21/08

  • Haiku written while Chris drove me to work

    Lexi line the street

    Hillside denizens walk home

    pavers come today

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    I can’t help myself

    haiku just come to my brain

    and burst out anyway

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    California

    land of myth and mundane both

    cal-i-for-ni-a

    06/19/08

  • A different part of the sky

    Standing on a different

    Part of the planet

    Looking at a different

    Part of the sky.

    Moving through each day

    Step by step and breathe by breathe

    Learning what there is to learn

    By listening and not judging

    Passing up the opportunity to be right

    Taking the opportunities in being present.

    Standing alone with others

    Having an openness that could have been lost

    Watching the passing seasons

    As the stars rearrange themselves

    Orion passes from view

    as strength sometimes hides

    The constellation reappears

    But never changed

    Or did it grow stronger?

    05/22/08

  • God is an old man

    God is an old man all dressed in black

    He sits in a wheelchair holding a cane in his gloved hands.

    God is a young mother who drove with her husband from the Valley.

    The kids are with her mother. They don’t know mommy is scared.

    God hovers between a middle aged couple,

    blessing them as they savor every moment, taking it one step at a time.

    God is a mystic, challenging the world to change and

    to accept that the present moment is as close to heaven as we need to be.

    God is a young man, now in an old man’s body, all dressed in black

    He sits in a wheelchair holding a cane in his gloved hands.

    Waiting for a miracle.

    02/05/08

  • Heaven on your mind

    The breathe of the Creator blows in each face as wind

    Which turns the mind at dawn and dusk

    To be joined in light called heaven.

    There are certain times over the mountain when,

    If the clouds spread out in a special way,

    And the angle of the earth and sun align just right,

    Then, you can see the floor of heaven.

    Clouds blow across the sky all the time.

    Without fail the earth turns on its axis.

    The moon shines down.

    But we, the human folks, usually go about our days without seeing.

    People fail to look up,

    and,

    Unless a person looks up they will not see.

    Opportunity shines as the end of the day

    Revealed as dusk blessed by a glimpse of heaven.

    On any given day the cusp of dawn or dusk bends the edge of heaven

    So that human folk might make their way in through the breach.

    Then another day passes, or men and women pass through it,

    And the moment passes on.

    The breathe of the Creator blows in each face as wind

    Which turns the mind at dawn and dusk

    To be joined in light called heaven.

    09/20/04

  • It was impossible

    It was impossible

    Unless it happened

    That we should be together

    The coming together of two such as us

    Would not have been seen

    By the wisest seer

    Nor did I,

    Who was unwise,

    See the chance mercies

    That blessed me with you.

    Or the miracles that ensued.

    12/20/03