The screams are haunting
The sights burn into your mind
The smells overwhelm

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, three senses of tragedy.
The screams are haunting
The sights burn into your mind
The smells overwhelm

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, three senses of tragedy.
String falls from above
A puppet stumbles, silence
Another rises

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, the show must go on.
No one listens, no one cares, no one sees my sadness.
You can not hear those who care, deafened by your pain.
No one listens, no one cares, no one sees my sadness.
You can not see those who care, blinded by your pain.
No one listens, no one cares, no one sees my sadness.
No one listens, no one sees how much I care.
Water fills the hole
My shovel digs out wet sand
Water fills the hole

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, determination rules the day.
I long to be a hillbilly in the old woods cut off from a nation of fools, living a simple life, happy in my ways.
Ready to rumble
The boxers stand toe to toe
One punch, it’s over

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, knockout.
“Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I mi—.”
“Cynthia! This is your third warning. There is no I in Build Back Better World.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”

The last breath exhaled
A painful struggle over
Relief and sorrow

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, the guilt of relief.
“Sir, new research proves there was life on Mars. And I’m not talking microbial.”
“Are you saying Martians lived on the Red Planet?”
“Yes, but it was not always red.”
“How do you know?”
“Antarctica, Sir—we found a Martian spacecraft underneath the ice. And according to their logs, Mars was blue just like earth.”
“Amazing, what turned it red?”
“Stupidity.”
“Stupidity!”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How so?”
“Some of their researchers wanted to keep their cush jobs, so they spewed out a bunch of “End Of The World As We Know It” crap to all the college kids. And well, those suckers believed it. Before long, they were getting one grant after another, so they kept it going, and why not? The money was good. But years later, things got a little out of hand.”
“Out of hand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Explain yourself.”
“Well, all those kids graduated being scared of every little piss-ass thing their leaders told them to be scared of, and a few of the rich ones became scientists. And wouldn’t you know it, they figured out a way to save themselves with a weather modification machine. You know, to cool the planet and all.”
“But they’re all dead.”
“Like I said, dead of stupidity. And Sir, some of our best scientists are rich college-educated kids.”
“I see where you’re going with this, and that could be a problem. But hey, the money is good, right?”
“That is is, Sir, that it is.”
Eyes close to darkness
Sleep awaits in the distance
Thoughts get in the way

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, a mind wanders.