Hiro Protagonist

Don't know what code brings
Sometimes it works, sometimes not
Endless Frustration.

Polite discussions,
Many things need to be said.
Some heed, some ignore.

Names disguise desires.
Well hidden thoughts are made known
By our choices here.

spent all night chatting
up before the sun rises
yet no misgivings

Squirrel in the tree,
human hands working walnuts,
Was hungry, not now.

something inside me
hopes that October never comes
to stop this feeling

Heute ist Freitag.
Morgen ist Samstag, und nächst'
Tag ist Eisbecher.

(Just kidding around. !grin!)

Enough for today-
Let someone else have their turn
Creating Haikus.

Static comes in clear.
Race the dial across the band.
Dits and Dahs I hear.

No work, too much time
Write Haiku-use the time well
What would our friends say?

Dry autumn days; brown leaves
Will be here instead of red.
Dancing the rain dance.

Beer bottles topple
Spilt beer-another party foul.
Too much fun to care.

Country music whines.
I can't believe what I hear,
"Romancing the sheep."

Roommate sleeps soundly.
Music blares from the speakers.
Nothing wakes his sleep.

Anguished faces stare
At symbols on the black board.
Understanding comes.

I wondered all night
how you slept and if you dreamed.
Words just don't express.

lunchtime over yet?
Patiently waiting replies.
Are you smiling now?

too down on myself
laundry mat fiasco blues -
Buddah and Jesus.

Change is good my friend.
Man never sits by idle.
Live and change, or die.

Cool Autumn mornings
Sleep fades as I look outside;
See Leaves change their hues.

Tossing and turning.
Warm milk and pills are no use.
Insomnia sucks!

Roommate and iMac
Telephone lines are busy
Chatting with his friend.

Friends writing Haiku,
Putting the seasons in words,
Pay tribute to Chris.

Fall's bright Harvest moon
leaving the tree limbs behind.
reflects the sun's light.

Up at dawn, fires start.
Cracking eggs, campers awake.
Aromas, Stomachs growl.

Steamy breath escapes
bodies shiver in the wind
campfires warm campers.

sleeping under stars
i think and dream of the girl
named Chaya Adel

HOW TO KNOW LOVE FROM DECEIT

Love to faults is always blind
Always is to joy inclind
[Always] Lawless wingd & unconfind
And breaks all chains from every mind

Deceit to secresy [inclind] confind
[Modest prudish & confind]
lawful cautious [changeful and] & refind
[Never is to] To every thing but interest blind
[And chains & fetters every mind]
And forges fetters for the mind.

- William Blake, Notebook Poems and Fragments

the trees tremble and shake
the leaves drift down to the ground
Fall joy and sorow

Have you noticed how time seems relative to the number of eyes watching your every move? The more people watching the slower time seems to flow. If you don't believe it, teach math.

Forty bored faces
Eighty-two eyes watch the clock.
The bell's ring ends class.

Hope is a glutton;
He feeds upon the fair;
And yet, inspected closely,
What abstinence is there!

His is the holcyon table
That never seats but one,
And whatsoever is consumed
The same amount remains.
                                    -Emily Dickinson

Rotting yellow leaves
Have about them an odor
Both of Death and Hope
                                    -Richard Wright

Sleep in the cool shade
Bees buzz, birds fly, children play
Summer's memories.

White chalk and green board
Homework written makes sense now.
Right answers at last.

Random Creation
A day's discussion over.
He and I agree.

MY HEART IS IN THE EAST

My heart is in the East, and I in the depths of the West.
My food has no taste. How can it be sweet?
How can I fulfil my pledge and vows,
When Zion is in the power of Edom, and I in the fetters of Arabia?
It will be nothing to me to leave all of the goodness of Spain.
So rich will it be to see the dust of the ruined sanctuary.

                                    Judah Ha-Levi

the wind shakes the trees
as it blows from the northeast
and brings autumn's change

summer is ending.
october is far away.
in my heart of hearts.

outlook express beeps
another message arrives

Cypher, secret notes
keeping others in the dark.
Cracking codes is hard.

Music and landscape
You cannot separate them
When it's Respighi.
                                    -Jennifer Phelps

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