NaPoWriMo Day 4 — ‘Signs of the Times’ – Haiku
Tag: Haiku
Empty lecture halls,
Wounded But Preparing for a Comeback
True freedom and morality have taken a hard hit in the U. S. since the last presidential election, but all is not lost. There is an amazing movement of citizens who have finally awakened to the need to be much more vigilant and proactive than ever before — and a whole new generation of conservatives who are not afraid to break free of the establishment and actually fight for the freedoms our forefathers gave everything to win for us. Just thought I’d post a little haiku on that subject.
Waving proud and free —
Liberty’s banner endures:
Battered but not lost.
Hungarian Cookie Haiku
Memories so sweet:
Daddy baking cookies from
Fam’ly recipe.
Hungarian treat:
Flaky, sugared, golden dough
Stuffed with hickory nuts.
Each year at Christmas,
In kitchen warm and cozy –
Memories so sweet.
For decades, my dad (who was Bulgarian/Polish) baked Hungarian cookies. It was a recipe handed down from one Balkan country to another, and was a favorite of our family. However, in the last several years of my dad’s life, Christmas season included so many other activities as well that sometimes he just didn’t have time to bake those cookies along with everything else. When those years came along, he baked them for me on my birthday instead, which is February 1st. So it’s right that I’m thinking about them in February this year. I can almost taste them even now.
Rain Poems
It’s been raining here for two whole days, so I thought it was only fitting that I write about rain. Since I’m in a poetic mood, I decided I’d give myself a little workout and do one haiku, one cinquain, and one simple iambic pentameter verse about that subject.
HAIKU
Everything is gray.
Rain hanging like a curtain.
No sun peeping in.
CINQUAIN
Raining!
Again today!
I just have to complain:
All is gray and wet and dreary!
Boring!
IAMBIC PENTAMETER VERSE
Another boring day of endless rain.
We don’t need this much water every day.
Sunshine is now a fading memory.
The birds won’t even come out now to play.
I know some tribes have dances that they do
To bring the rain when grounds are parched and bare.
I wonder if there is another dance
To end the rain and turn the weather fair.
Christmas Haiku – Day 3 – Eggnog Nap
My friends egged me on.
So I had a second cup.
Now I’m nogging off.
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Christmas Haiku — Day 2
I hear jingle bells:
The sound of Christmas ringing.
Come now — let’s rejoice!
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Christmas Haiku — Day 1
Christmas moon glows bright,
Bouncing off the soft snowflakes
In Christmas forest.
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Snow in the City – haiku
Cozy city street
Wrapped in blanket of soft white,
Snuggled in for night.
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Autumn’s Fling — haiku
Wild and free they fly;
Intoxicating grandeur:
Autumn’s final fling.
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POETRY BY AHYOKA 