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We look up to see what's coming and what has left us; so often the clouds are our oracles. So often, we think words and our guts do the same. We want to control things by knowing things?

Sometimes a cloud is a cloud is a cloud, and it's beautiful in its own right. Sometimes it's beauty points to something bigger and that's the past and future and self-knowledge we really need to know and be.


cumulus cloud rows
like it's sagging corn below
Summer's harvest grows


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/08/row-upon-row.html
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It's nature when it's no longer outside ourselves, but when we realize we are part of this grand experience beyond us. The fears melt away because the questions of, "will it be alright?" is an irrelevant question. It's a realization that it is okay. We don't become more adventurous in this state, we just become less fearful and less controlled. It's not being adventurous as much as it is being in harmony.

river top sparkling
with million little candles
Summer's light dances


#haiku #micropoem #water #summer #poem #light #river
http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/08/river-top.html


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Remember, the heat is no more Omni present then the cold was six months ago!


Summer's embers heat,
smoldering hot July days
endless summer nights


#haiku #poem #micropoem #summer #heat
http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/08/summer-smolders.html
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It's the emotions that make a light seem nearer or further away: the light could illuminate behind a tree with warm hues of pink and/or purple, making it feel close. The emotion could be closeness when it seems close and rejection when it seems far.

But it's just perception triggering this—as it could when everyone seems far away and they could be standing right there waiting to hold your hand.

swelling lights of haze
brings a local pink/purple
Summer's dusk so near


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/07/dusk-on-us.html
#haiku #poetry #poem #micropoem #summer #friends #bff
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In haiku, death poems have their place. Traditionally written by the poet, this is written for someone else: Gladys Chloe Edwards who passed the evening of Wednesday, July 1st, 2015 at 95 years old.


hay straw now matured,
stalks pulled & bailed, fields emptied
Summer has endings


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/07/gladys-chloe-edwards-april-23-1920-july.html
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It's the way the Adirondack Mountains rise into the sky and drop sharply that set them apart from the prolonged Catskills. In the Catskills, the spin stretches long and sleek as the spin of a strong woman. The Adirondacks rise with pride, then seemingly bubble in the top or a random side, only to show that it's all giant boulders with a thin layer of soil and rugged old growth pines as its thin wig. No mountain the same, each unique and individual to those that linger with a gaze away from their own agendas.

the mountains bulge with
rock and moss under gnarled pines.
summer rain recedes


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/06/deep-in-adirondacks.html

#haiku #poem #threelines #micropoem #Adirondacks #mountains #rain #pines #summer #moss #haibun
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We are in the slow bend towards winter, the tall corn stalks tell us to enjoy the warmth now. The cool breezes last longer in the night, soon to be heading to bed as we wake. It's as if the lover's embrace is lingering a little longer, not to say, "I love you;" but rather, to say "I will be leaving you soon, for good, it's better this way." Summer wanes in our embrace, but is still in our embrace.

antique blues and whites,
smudged with dusk's shadowy cloud;
cooled summer freedom


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/08/old-summer-sky.html
#haiku #poem #micropoem #summer #clouds #dusk

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The trickle of water is its own sound, too much harmony in all the different bending notes to be called noise. It's all so relaxing—too relaxing—to violate like noise or shame or violence does. It's music happens naturally.

pooling spring water
collecting coolly beneath
the orange poppers


#haiku #poem #micropoem #summer #water
http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/08/roadside-spring-water.html
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There can be such an overwhelming feeling of hope and peace on a Friday night when the sun is going down. The breeze is gentle, the humidity low, the sun on this move towards winter has a warm glow to it, the temperature in the low 70's, and the color green is everywhere. It's as if the pink ridge around the sky is nothing but the royal crown of summer.

We are in the decent towards winter now, but the hope was there, now, in the present and many days afterwards. A good reason to loss oneself in these days of summer!


pink skies settling
on cool summer night—perfect—
Summer's boundless hope


#haiku #micropoem #hope #summer #perfect #boundless
http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/07/perfect-summer-nights.html
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Marriage equality, black lives matter, or even the confederate flag are but concepts we form with words. Words fail us and they frustrate us, especially now when they are everywhere and around us at all times. As Alan Watts once pointed out, words are but trying to take the whole oxen into one's mouth and passing it through a tiny straw with everything lost in the process. Words are a dead representative of what was.

To live on words just kills us inside. The emotions attached to these words will only continue our frustrations. We need escape and collection. We need those places where our thoughts dissolve into what is bigger than us and alive. Maybe it's in the woods, maybe it's in the ocean, maybe it's in a field, maybe it's gazing at the moon or daytime clouds, maybe even losing yourself to the oneness of a tiny little baby, but it's that space that's big enough that we can lose ourselves and then wake to our deeper self. It's where we escape the deadness of words and just experience life.


Leathered ripples smooth,
the ocean has a way to heal
between summer waves


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/07/leathery-then-smooth.html
#haiku #haibun #marriageequality #gaymarriage #blacklivesmatter #alllivesmatter #takedowntheflag #confederateflag #summer #ocean
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The words "lazy summer day," may not describe it as well as, say, "a day that causes one to linger under summer's spell," or maybe, "so pleasant that neither wanted to part." Summer has been lulling people into lingering late on their porches and on their stoops to the point that the big, fluffy, cumulus clouds of summer have been seduced into doing the same. These clouds just lay up there! Things are relaxed, as summer leisurely demands.

without any ripples,
each cloud lazily drifts off.
lazy summer sky


http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/06/clouds-under-spell.html
#haiku #poem #threelines #micropoem #Sky #clouds #drift #summer #lazy #haibun

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Rain has a way of pushing things down and away. The soil is moved at the rain's agenda; leaves are reordered to the runoff. The harder the rain, the more we are moved, like leaves and pine needles, inside as the rain directs. No matter our technologies, we are still part of something bigger; we still dance to the rain's song.

the weighted blanket:
humid, gray, full of hard rain.
summer has stillness


#Haiku #rain #poetry #micropoem #summer
http://poemsandhaiku.blogspot.com/2015/06/under-rain.html
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  • Southeastern University, Lakeland FL
    English, 1999 - 2002
  • Hancock Central School, Hancock NY
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I've moved to Binghamton, NY, in hopes of understanding my faith in Jesus through creating a more life-giving society for all, even those I disagree with.

I read and write literature. Mainly poetry, but I like well written works.

I believe justice is the responsibility of every single person in their own community, and all justice in love.
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