Thursday, March 13, 2014

201-210 - Haiku Returns

Thank G-d for returns
like the return of this blog
familiar yet new

Sometimes I'm scared of
the love I get in return
for the love I give

If you let me go
I might have returned to you
Now we'll never know

Smiles are returned
Guaranteed, no questions asked
In an ideal place

Kindness is when you
expect nothing in return
highest of the high

We come from dust and
one day to dust we'll return
and in between...wow!

When soldiers return
their lives take on a hard turn
as they turn to us

What we say and do
will return to us one day
eventually

Return to true friends
They will not disappoint you
if you are honest

Coming or going
We are always returning
Again and again

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

191-200

writing means i'm here
will one day show i was here
longhand graffiti

"Music to my ears"
that applies to lots of things
Most  of all music

Meir Shuster was
so good that Failed Messiah
had no dirt on him

Will we change the world?
Not if we don't change ourselves
Best get up early

"It's just a number"
Not true about age, because-
It's our number

Man turns to child
- taking fruit from the hotel -
"We'll juice these at home"

Sometimes it's kindest
to sit sadly by the side
of your friend who's sad

Don't know about ghosts
I don't think I've seen one yet
But, do they see me?

Both masters and slaves
that's what I think we all are
Till the day we stop

I owe a student
from so many years ago
answers about G-d

Sunday, February 9, 2014

181-190

Thin line between
Killing time, reviving
Trying and hiding

Beyond the pain, pain
Mountains beyond mountains
There is much to heal

Living here is hard
says everyone who lives there,
then they say to come 

Everything can wait
Only one thing must be now -
that is this moment

I'm starting to sweat
inside, awaiting a ride,
as if the coat helps

Embrace peace and love
To know how to love, know hate
War sheds light on peace

Alone with others
In the quiet of the noise
In life and in death 

Closeness and distance
Like hours, minutes, seconds
Disappear for friends

My old Aunt Clara
Only known to me as old
Because I was young

Sometimes I wonder
why G-d created colors
that so few can see

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

171-180

See small miracles
Be more happy when they come
They come anyway

They are not real, yet
they ruin many endings:
flawed expectations

Sometimes they are great
and sometimes dystopian
but never certain

Credences and trusts
Hopes, responsibilities:
Great expectations

I changed these one day
disappointments went away:
my expectations


I want simple faith
I shuddered when I wrote that
This is not simple


Gray does not feel great
as it grates away colors
and yet if feels real


Just as we each breathe
So too we fight our battles
In and out each day


Colors are arching
refracting and dispersing
droplets of sunlight


A very small stream
it always seems to trickle
with hope, in my heart

161-170

I find life to be
sharp like a double edged sword,
smooth in the center

Of myriad knives
the tongue is the sharpest one
and it is so soft

The truth is so sharp
she needs to get all dressed up
in colorful tales

Sharp clever remarks
Mistakenly get called jokes
and are laughed away

The pen beats the sword
they say, but forget to add-
the pen must be sharp

Roseanne Cash observes
G-d is in roses and thorns
in each moment's world



In early morning
Tiny water drops appear
From the night’s surface

It feels like a hug
heart to heart, with affection
is the best present

What do you expect?
Expecting is everything
and nothing at all

They kill marriages
and even fun vacations:
warped expectations

151-160

Twisted expression
conveying disgust and pain
or wry amusement


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Till Daddy gets home?
How about when he gets there?
Applaud for your dad

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Once at Billy Joel
my friend's girlfriend got annoyed
when I was clapping

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A thunderous sound
made by G-d and by our hands
Lady Gaga's need

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How does one hand sound?
A commonly asked question:
Two hands sounds better

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Reb Shlomo Carlebach
was the only one ever
to say I looked "sharp"

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"You gotta look sharp
gottaa have no illusions"
So says Joe Joe Jackson 

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They mean it as smart
to me you're the other sharp
you can cut and pierce

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Sudden and abrupt
a sharp turn by an old car:
how I perceive you

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Sharpness and softness
one rests under the surface
the other on top

141-150

Keats and Costello
disagree about beauty-
uselss or the truth

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Trying not to write
like not breathing or thinking-
for me it's useless

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Internet debates
are among the most useless
of useless debates

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Extroverts vomit
muting thought out comments of
useful introverts

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People are like salt
useless in isolation-
good with something else

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Words can be useless,
even "sorry" and "love you."
Actions are useful.


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Not only don't I
laugh at your cruel hearted jokes
I can't help grimace

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He sits grimacing
yet somewhere inside his veins
there flows a smile

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I hope mom was wrong
and my grimace doesn't freeze
like those forehead lines

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You see me grimace
and you shout "it's not that bad"
-just keep on jogging