Pain and beauty , me

Greatness grows through cracks of pain

Pain and beauty, you

Finding a moment
From all the moments are there
Finding one is key

Looking for control
I fell into the soup bowl
Same as every time

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The need to be filled
Is a need that we all have
It's not about food

Your fear and anger:
Decide not to address them
and then you wear them.

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Tides shift in our souls
Writing stories of our lives
Again and again

Tear Haiku

Pulled or ripped apart
as if shredded to pieces
How I feel sometimes

Sometimes there are holes
because something's been pulled at
with way too much force

The drops of liquid
your eyes release when you cry
say more than your words

Prompted by Haiku Horizons

724

From outside himself
He looked at the man he was
And apologized

723

When I'm in a dream
I struggle as though it's real
As when I'm awake

Secret Haiku 718 - 722

The big secret is
no secret is a secret.
Don't we all know this?

Rumi said to fly
travel to a secret sky
take steps without feet

Not meant to be seen
or maybe meant to be seen
but somehow unseen...

Getting started is
the big secret to getting
ahead, said Mark Twain

"The secret of life
is enjoying the passage
of time." - James Taylor

Haiku Horizons Inspired

717

Trust is a hard one
to write about and to do;
can it be complete?

I'm the 26th person this week to write haiku about trust prompted by Haiku Horizons.

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Everyone alive
has one life or another
cherish your own life

704-715 Pond Poems: For Alley Pond Park and a Childhood Remembered

In Alley Pond Park
there was a pretty large pond
we used for Tashlich

We'd hang out and talk
throw our bread in the water
then eat honey cake

Prayers took the back seat
to the walking and talking
in the open park

I grew up next door
to the park named Alley Pond
Quite a silver lining

The park was alive
The pond had ripples, she waved
Till she disappeared

The pond was stagnant
then it got so small it died.
Once it was a world.

Years later I went
and found that park by my house-
like a museum

Once we tried fishing -
a friend and I at the pond...
The fish ignored us

One day in summer
I sat in the park's outskirts
pondering Rav Kook

It confused me that
there was never an alley
in Alley Pond Park

(At Alley Pond Park
I sat and talked with a bear-
He was a ponda)

Please check out these poems on song, also inspired, like these, by Haiku Horizons. I am profoundly grateful to the purveyor of this website.