Friday, September 30, 2016

The Last Haiku

Well the month of September is now (mostly) behind us. This means that my thirty-day haiku-a-day challenge is coming to an end.

Does this mean I'm done with haikus forever? Certainly not, but I will limit this display of gross negligence and incompetence in the writing arts to the occasional attempt.

So, I felt it fitting to post a haiku about my last haiku for this momentous occasion. I've posted quite a few haikus about haikus in this month. I can affirmatively say that this exercise has helped in getting me to write something each day. I think all writers eventually succumb to writer's block but the reason vary. My reasons are more about self-doubt that anything else.

Anyway, here's the last haiku post of the month.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Daily Haiku-Ransom

Uh, I have no explanation for today's haiku. It just came to me.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Daily Haiku-Coffee

When I was younger, I was not a coffee drinker. I guess one might have called me a "teetotaler" in those days. Although, I think that the title "Tea Drinker" might have been more accurate since the aforementioned is one who never drinks alcohol. While I preferred tea over coffee in those days, I certainly did not shy away from the gin and tonic or, in desperate times, rum and coke.

Anyway, somewhere along the line, I took a liking to coffee, and now I've joined the masses of coffee zombies clutching their cups of hot java every morning.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Daily Haiku-Debate

After suffering through the Presidential debate last night I found myself trying desperately to wash the dark stench out of my soul. In fact, recovery has been a long time coming and today, while at work, I still found myself occasionally becoming suddenly overwhelmed with a strange desire to vomit.

So, as a form of therapy, I included my thoughts in today's haiku.

Monday, September 26, 2016

Daily Haiku-The NonHaiku

Today's haiku brought to you by a coworker of mine. A few days ago, I was late in posting my daily haiku. Since there was no haiku to read yet, he created a haiku about there being no haiku. Strange, but if you let your mind slip into the profane and bizarre for just a moment, it will all make sense.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Daily Haiku

Today's haiku is for my daughter and her family as they are moving this week. The house is in shambles and the kids start at a new school on Monday. I can empathize-I've been there.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Daily Haiku

Today's haiku celebrates a milestone in my month-long haiku adventure. I suppose that, after next week, I'll have to start posting regular articles on my blog again.  My first blog article will probably be about my experience writing a haiku a day for the month of September.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Daily Haiku-Birthday

Today, I would like to extend my wishes for the best of days. Happy Birthday to my wife, friend, and partner for the last twenty-nine years. I wish for her and eternity of health and happiness.

That said, today's haiku was written exclusively for my wife. In hindsight, I really should have typed it as my left-handedness detracted from the perfection I was trying to create with a fountain pen.

Left-handed people out there-you know what I'm talking about. Try as I might, I just could not get a clean copy, so you'll just have to deal with the smears and smudges.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Daily Haiku

Today's haiku is all about computers. Okay, for some of you younger folks, you probably have no problem with computers whatsoever. Computers are probably an integral part of your life - unnoticed, unseen, and unobtrusive.

Well, this is not the case for us older... erm, I mean wiser, folks.

So, here's a haiku about computers and how I feel when they don't work for me.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Daily Haiku-Prosenator

I am currently in the process of turning an old Royal Companion Typewriter into the... wait for it...

Purple Prosenator! Yes, this typewriter will allow its owner to write the most fluffy, purple prose the world has ever seen.

No more will a character simply walk across the room. Rather they will flow like a river, destined for its end.

Bosoms will heave...

All hair will flow as if in a constant wind...

Features will be chiseled...

Swords will be sheathed.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Daily Haiku-Gun Control

Daily Haiku. My thoughts on gun control in America.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Daily Haiku - Monosyllablic

Today's Haiku was provided by Bill Cagle--a coworker. Looks like I found a new literary friend.

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Daily Haiku - Western

I was recently flipping through the channels on television, trying to avoid the news, and came across one of the last of the westerns featuring Clint Eastwood. I love those old Spaghetti Westerns and watch them every chance I get.

Anyway, the movie was called "Unforgiven" and it prompted this little haiku.

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Daily Haiku - Wind

Today's Haiku. Enjoy.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Daily Haiku - Wheels

Today's haiku is all about the open road and freedom that is often found on the iron horse.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Daily Haiku - Flying

My haiku for today is about flying. I do not think I quite captured the essence of the feeling of breaking the surrey bonds of Earth but I'm posting it anyway.


Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Daily Haiku - Nature

Today's haiku is about nature and my typical experience in it. Or is this my experience everywhere? I don't know... I have a very sarcastic sense of humor.

Anyway, enjoy.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Daily Haiku - Wine

Last weekend my wife invited a friend to our home to do teacher stuff. Together, they built something like dioramas out of plaster of paris. Inside, they put little dinosaur footprints that will be covered with sand. Later, Kindergartners will use little brushes to clean away the sand and "discover" the prints or fossils. But that's not important. What is important is that, while doing this, they indulged in the comforts of wine.

Anyway, her friend asked me to write a haiku about wine. I choose to be even more specific and make it about her favorite wine-Pinot Grigio.

Here goes:

Monday, September 12, 2016

Daily Haiku - River

In the Japanese tradition, the haiku normally brings up a very general or broad subject and this subject is often related to nature in some way. Water is one of the primary elements needed for life so here is a haiku about a river winding its way to the ocean.

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Daily Haiku

Sunday seems like a good day to post a haiku about religion. This is a very general haiku since it is difficult to delve into as deep a subject as religion in such a short format.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Daily Haiku - Bug

If you do not like profanity, avoid this haiku. What am I saying? Those not approving of my occasional profanities stopped following me years ago.

This haiku was created through an actual event. I really did see a bug-a spider, to be forthright. I think it might have been a black widow. I just know that it found itself a comfortable home in my chicken coop.

Anyway, here it is:

Okay, the spider shown in the picture is a wolf spider. They are big and formidable and carry hundreds of little wolf spider babies around on their backs. Plus, I like the name. The spider in the chicken coop did not really bite me on the leg.


Before you go gettin' your panties all up in a bunch, I know that a spider is not technically a bug. Neither is a spider an insect - rather, it is an arachnid, which is in classification of its own... but that's none of my business.

Friday, September 9, 2016

Daily Haiku - Mayberry

On my way to my writers group meeting this Monday, I stopped into the golden arches for a drink. While I was waiting, I couldn't help noticing their television was set on some station that played classic family shows.

So, while I waited in line and watched the Andy Griffith show in black and white, this Haiku popped into my head.


Thursday, September 8, 2016

Political Haiku

Since we are in the midst of a heated election cycle, I thought, why not post a political haiku. Don't worry. It's not a rant and I'm not asking you to vote for a particular candidate. I'm disparaging all politicians equally.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Daily Haiku - Clouds

My daily haiku poem. Today, about clouds.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Daily Haiku

I grew up along the shores of the Puget Sound in Washington. The thing that pulls me back to that time are memories of fishing along the rocky shores, exploring, or just walking, and smelling the briny scent and seeing the sea foam along the shore.

So, in perusing through those memories, I must include a sense (of the scent, if you will) of the triggers of some of my fond memories.

Today's haiku: Beach

Monday, September 5, 2016

Haiku for Labor Day

In celebration of Labor Day (at least here in the United States) I thought today's haiku should be about the holiday.

So, here goes...

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Haiku - Enlightenment V2

Here's an alternate version of the haiku posted yesterday. Only the first line remains the same.

Sunday Excerpt 24

Leonidas squinted against a harsh stream of early morning sunlight out the window of his car. Rising from the low lying haze was the skyline of Atlanta. The same light reflected brilliantly off the angular glass buildings of the metropolis, making them appear to sparkle like ocean waves in the distance. He took the exit into the center of town, and the Five Points Metro Station. He had no real plan in place to find Alexis outside of casing the bus station, and expanding his search from there. He wasn't even sure what he would do when he found her. He just knew, given the condition of his father, it wouldn't be long before he would step into the rightful position of pack Alpha; the position every male in his family held since coming to America in the early eighteen hundreds. When he became pack Alpha, that prissy little bitch, Alexis, would be his... or he'd cast her out of the pack, or kill her. Regardless, she'd have no need for a mate if she couldn't submit to him.
He smiled to himself as he pulled his car into a vacant parking spot along the street in front of the Five Points Station. His decision to leave Ellijay early paid off and he'd gotten into the city before the morning traffic. Metro buses lined the street, and a few Greyhound buses filled slots along the side of the building. He imagined Alexis sleeping off her short journey at some dive motel within walking distance. She probably had no idea that he would come after her. His smile grew as he imagined how surprised she would be when he came busting into her hotel room and carted her ass right back up to Ellijay. Leonidas found the main entrance to the bus station on the side of the building. Inside the tiny office, there were schedules and routes posted on every wall, and one diminutive man wearing glasses and a sweater vest, sitting behind a partition. He asked the man about the bus from Dalton.
"The bus from Dalton came in about midnight, before my shift," the man said.
"I think my niece was on that bus," Leonidas lied. "Is there any way I can find out if she was on the passenger list?"
"Sorry Sir, I can't give that information out." The little man went back to shuffling papers at his desk behind the glass partition, trying to pretend like Leonidas' commanding presence had no affect on him.
Leonidas thought about breaking through the tiny window and grabbing the man by the throat. That would get his attention, but the man likely had the police on speed dial. He decided on a softer approach.
"Look, Sir," Leonidas forced the submissive words from his mouth. "I understand your position, but I must get some important information to my niece about a death in the family. Can you help me out?"
"I'm very sorry," the man said. "All those new regulations since nine-eleven makes it impossible to give out any information without a warrant."
Leonidas' face flushed with heat, and he fought hard against the urge to just force the information out of the man. The last thing he needed was a scene. No, he would just have to find her on his own. The man behind the glass probably wouldn't have any useful information for him anyway. He turned and left the office without another word.
He found a public phone at the front of the station along the street. Most of the pages were torn from the phone book but the hotel section was still intact. He bunched the entire section in his hand and ripped it from the phone book. After finding a long-term parking spot for his car, he grabbed his handheld GPS from its mount on the windshield and thumbed through his stack of hotel listings. A smile again stretched across his face as hope returned. He'd find Alexis, and have her back to Ellijay by that afternoon. Then, his succession to alpha would be secure and Alexis would be his mate, or she would be dead.
Sam had just opened up the bar when the bounty hunter came in. He was surprised to see Frost so early in the evening. He was just getting set up, and Becky and Paulina had not even shown up yet. He watched Frost looking around, scoping out the seating area for other customers, before walking up and taking a seat at the bar. He ordered a rum and coke, without the rum. Sam fixed his drink and thought about what Knuckles told him the night before. The bounty hunter seemed to be taking a liking to Paulina. Maybe he wouldn't have to be the one to convince Paulina to dance. Maybe he could get Frost to help.
"You took in Lefty the other night, didn't you?" He busied himself with washing glasses as he spoke.
"Yep," Frost pulled the virgin rum and coke toward himself. "Got lucky. Found him on the first night."
"It was lucky for Paulina too." Sam plunged a glass on the scrubber in the sink, placed it on a towel before grabbing another. "Although, she'll never admit it."
"You noticed that about her too?" Frost raised his eyebrows over his drink as he spoke. "She's got just a little bit of an independent streak."
"Look," he said, finally looking at Frost directly. "I know you like her. You waited around till closing time last night just so you could give her a ride home."
"I wasn't here for her," Frost said. "I was watching a new skip."
"Your new skip wouldn't happen to be Knuckles, would it?"
"Maybe, maybe not." Frost stared across the bar counter at him. "But that's my business."
Sam fell silent, going back to washing glasses. He wondered if Frost noticed, he was washing the same glasses over again. Frost held his glass with both hands, sipping it once in awhile like he was afraid of being accused of lingering.
"What do you know about Paulina," Frost asked him, as he nursed his drink.
"What's to know? She's the new waitress," Sam countered. "The rest is, how did you put it?" Sam couldn't help but smile, amused at himself. "My business."
"Fair enough." Frost went back to sipping his drink.
He realized negotiation was not the bounty hunter's strong suit. He went back to washing his glasses and wiping down the bar top for a while, but kept looking at Frost. He finally put down his towel, and grabbed the counter with both hands, leaning in close to Frost, as if he had a secret to tell.
"Look, Frost," he said. "Maybe we got off on the wrong foot." He shifted left to right as he leaned over the counter, nervous but using his own negotiating skills to his advantage. "I know you want to bring in Knuckles, but I don't want my bar torn up in the process."
"I probably wouldn't grab him in here anyway," Frost said. "You probably got nothing to worry about."
"That's just it," Sam said. "I think I do have something to worry about. Knuckles has taken a liking to Paulina too. He wants me to make her a dancer, replace Becky."
"Seems to me, that's not his decision to make." Frost took a long pull of his drink, finishing it off before finishing his statement, "Or yours."
Sam thought about it. It really wasn't his decision, but if he couldn't make it happen, he feared he might come into work one day to find his bar in smoke and ashes. He sensed Paulina liked this guy, though, and a word from him would go farther toward convincing her, then he could expect to get alone.
"Her dancing may distract Knuckles, or his thugs, long enough for you to grab him without too much resistance," Sam said, hoping he sounded more convincing to Frost than he did to himself.
"Her dancing may distract him, but I don't think he'd give up without a fight," Frost said.
"Just think about it, maybe mention it to Paulina, and see how she feels about it." Sam had an urge to look away, wash some glasses, but if he did, Frost would probably see right through his facade of trying to help.
"It could help," Frost said. "We'll see what happens."
Sam was pleased with himself. Although he couldn't see his new waitress deciding to dance on her own, at least he wouldn't be seen as the bad guy for suggesting it to her—that, and he really wanted to keep his bar. The first early customers filtered into the building, taking seats at the bar. Paulina came in next, with Becky right behind her. They both said a quick hello, and then hung around Frost, who'd taken a table near the back of the bar but along the far wall closer to the stage.
Leonidas walked around downtown Atlanta until the sun disappeared behind the tall buildings, casting a layer of shadow on the streets below. He had checked nearly every bar and hotel, covering the area in concentric circles outward from the metro station. Every place he went was another dead-end. He was beginning to wonder if maybe Alexis was not in Atlanta after all. She was smart, probably too smart for her own good. She could have done any number of things to trip him up. She could have bought a ticket, but taken a later bus into the city. She may have caught a taxi, or another bus, and found boarding somewhere near the college—it was a place she knew well. The search was taking much longer than he'd planned for, and he knew, the only way he'd find her now, is if he just happened upon her somewhere. Frustrated he wasn't finding any sign of Alexis, he gave up the search downtown, and started working his way back to the midtown metro station to get his car. From there, he'd take a drive to the college campus, visit some bars in the area, maybe stop at some hotels and boarding houses.
The bitch is mine, and she knows it.
He was resolved to find her, no matter what it took. He just wasn't sure what he was going to do with her after that. As evening approached, the bars began to fill, and Leonidas took his time checking each one along the path north toward midtown.

Saturday, September 3, 2016


A haiku of enlightenment. Had a couple of options with this one so I'll post an alternate version tomorrow.

Oops. Just realized that the second line actually has eight syllables instead of seven. Well, when reading, just leave out the word "so" and all will be right with the world again.

Friday, September 2, 2016

Haiku Love poem... Of Sorts

I must get better at expressing love in a haiku. It is a rather challenging endeavor to express something of this depth in such a contracted format. Well, I'm no Haiku Master but I'm getting better.


Thursday, September 1, 2016

Sunrise Haiku

I'm departing from my normal method of delivery and am going for something more rustic, personal. Here's a haiku about sunrise.