Chinese New Year (2023) Haiku
Red lanterns sway high, New year brings joy and reunion, Family gathers.
Outside My Window
Outside my window, I Can see the wind blow, trees Swaying to and fro. The sun shines bright outside Where birds take flight or on branches alight. The ocean is blue, a Dark and deep hue, on Which ships sail true. The grass is green, the Lawn looks serene, a…
Holiday Spirit
Holiday Spirit faces the blight Of poverty and paints a bright Spot on the soul, leaving behind Hearts amazed that Man is kind. Helping those less fortunate Is my idea of Holiday Spirit. Copyright © 2021 Wayne Becker
In This Life
In this life, we will know breathless love and joy, and bear witness to incredible sorrow, often more than we can stand. There will be boring days and exciting moments that will amaze, times of disillusion, seething anger, wonder and confusion. The wild and ever-changing nature of experiences and emotions…
My Screen Door
My screen door has a little rust, It is old and sags in the middle you see, The sage in the middle little like me, It keeps out the bugs but not the dust. The balmy breezes of August Droplets of sweat form on my ice tea As in the…
Thanksgiving
The chill in autumn with damp, dreary weather, The harvest all gathered before the storm. The November feast brings family together, With great delights of fall the soul to warm. Preparations first on the football field, The kitchen next with oven hot blazing, The smells, the spices, the potatoes all…
Life’s Journey
Life is a journey couples make On a road traveled together as Partners holding hands Hoping the end never to reach. Copyright © 2021 Wayne Becker
Friends
Friends are gifts, extremely Rare and hard to find, Inspiring you with new ideas, Encouraging you when you struggle, Never wanting to hurt you, going the Distance, no matter how far, and Standing by your side through thick and thin. Copyright © 2021 Wayne Becker
In drear nighted December
In drear nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity— The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime. In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look;…
Days of Late
My days of late are mostly filled with love of friends. I am so happy. ~ Wayne Becker Haiku is the sashimi of poetry. Seventeen syllables channeling the essence of sound and meaning. A traditional Japanese form now popular around the world, Haiku come with a preset structure: three lines…