we say the flowers
are budding out too early
mother nature sighs
Today’s prompt was “nature” again. So I tried to write a haiku that was a comment on how climate change is making spring come sooner. What we call “too early” may be the new normal because of global warming.
Anyhow, this is my last poem for National Haiku Writing Month 2017. Be sure to check out the others and leave me a comment on your favorite haiku.
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the bees are few
the flower authority
I have bumble bees in my yard and tons of paper wasps, but I wish I had honey bees. I am glad to know that there are people out there trying to get the chemicals that affect honey bees banned. I do not have the kind of property where I could host a hive of honey bees, if I had more property I would try.
she was handed a book
she read the book and that
is when the seeds of freedom were planted
Watching someone learn and grow while reading a book is a cool thing. Watching someone change their behaviour because of a book is cool too. Today is International Literacy Day; consider giving someone a book as a gift. If they can’t read, offer to help them find a class in their area that will teach them.
Love Your Neighbor
you shall not murder
you shall not cheat on your wife
you shall not tell lies
how to love your neighbor
made plain, but we do not obey
and a hard place
There’s not a lot to add to this one, I think it speaks for itself.
flowers seem to droop
their friend the bee is missing
As annoying as it is to have bugs eat up my pretty flowers, I think I am not going to use any insecticides this year. I barely used any last year. I would rather have flowers with holes in them than flowers with no bees. Last year I planted sage in my flowerbed and sprinkled all of my flowers with chili powder and the animals and bugs seemed to leave them alone.
our group of women
party to raise awareness
battery fights battery
I belong to a Women on Mission group (a group under the purview of WMU). We held a WorldCrafts party last year to bring awareness to human trafficking, or the fact that there are sex slaves here in the USA today. It doesn’t just happen in Asia, there are women who are forced to be prostitutes here in our cities in America. Kansas City is a major hub for trading the girls, and Oklahoma City is where a lot of kids/women are kidnapped from. Miami and other coastal cities are also major hubs for bringing in girls from other countries.
Our party was a Set1Free party and we held it at our church. We showed the women that attended a video of the women who make the products then encouraged them to buy the products marked “Set1Free” so that women trying to get out of prostitution, and the women already rescued from the slave trade, could find employment. I would encourage you to click on the links in this post and consider hosting a party yourself. There are products made by several people who need help staying employed in 3rd World Countries, such as the HIV positive and those who are deaf. WorldCrafts also employees women who are not allowed to work for companies in their home country simply because they are women. Their husbands have died and they have children to feed but no one will hire them. WorldCrafts builds a shop and employees them. Buying products from WorldCrafts keeps the demand for their work up, and if the demand for the products increase, then they can hire more women.
Torches and Pitchforks
Trash bags hover in the trees like ghosts.
Is that fire in the west the sun, or torches?
Night is coming and bored people
are ready to stir up the masses.
Let’s build torches and run through the night
until we find someone to burn.
Cut down that tree
we’ll need it to build stocks and gallows.
Although it’s hard to see
with the sun dying in the west
we can see well enough to know that
we have a right to be mad.
So set flame to the talking stick
and use it to light the way.
Take up your pitchforks
the time for thinking and words is over!
Tie the witches to the stake
and use your torch to start the fire.
No more lies no more deceit
we’ll rid this town of sin and wrong.
As we trip over orphans while chasing demons
we tell ourselves that
we know what is best for the people.
Build torches and run through the night
because day may never come.
My brother gave me the line “let’s build torches and run through the night” and asked me to write a poem. This is what came out. I had meant to write him something fun but my muse picked a dark path to walk down and this is what he got. He liked it.
First of all let me say, no, I have never been connected to a school shooting. My child does not attend school yet, but he will soon attend public school. My husband is in his 12th year of teaching so when I hear about a school shooting it does affect me and I do worry about a thousand different things and scenarios. I am not going to go into detail about my feelings, and my husband’s feelings are not being spoken of or represented in any way on this blog.
Because I am a teacher’s wife and a mother, I had to write about my feelings on this subject. This poem is about how I personally feel when reporters start talking about the latest school shooting. I wrote this particular poem after a particular shooting, but I am not going to name which one it is because I am posting this poem to connect with others, not to get blog hits or your sympathy. I hate it when people sensationalize sad events to further themselves. I will never do that.
Old Questions in the News
Tears drip down faces
As blood pools on tile floors
The empty halls are silent now
As mothers scream in their homes
Empty arms hurt more
Than full arms ever could
Old questions are asked again
Agony in every syllable
We worry about the tool
Instead of the why
We should be asking
About his access to
Pats on the back
And hugs and kisses
Rather than drugs and guns
Did he ever hear
Good Job or Well Done
Or was he left with the word
Problem ringing in his ears
Was he ever shown
A book of faith
Or just a television
When children are treated
As just another person
In the way and not respected
Why are we then surprised
To see them treat others
The exact same way