Gray returns today
Yellow flowers shrivel up
Spring still weeks away

In this haiku, winter persists.
Gray returns today
Yellow flowers shrivel up
Spring still weeks away

In this haiku, winter persists.
Winter’s gray broken
Rays of life warm the planet
Yellow flowers bloom

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, color signals spring is near.
“Gentlemen, we need to get people of color to be racist against whites. It’s their turn, after all, right? And tell white people their whiteness caused all the world’s problems, that will piss a lot of them off.”
“Why do we need to do this?” asked a young man from the back row.
“Because we never want them to fully unite; if they do, our power will cease to exist, as will we.”

Scars of a planet
Scabbed by concrete and asphalt
Homes lost, nature cries

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, habitat lost.
I read a story about a man in Texas who powered up his house during the recent 2021 power outage with his Ford F150 hybrid pickup with a power option.
He states he used the generator to power some lights, coffee pot, TV, toaster oven, space heater, and refrigerator. Said he ran the fridge for about 10 to 12 hours per day to keep the freezer food frozen.
Now maybe I’m wrong, but would it not have been smarter to take the food out of the freezer and set it in a container outside? After all, the temperature never got above freezing during this time.

“Mr. Big, we may have taken this weather modification thing a little too far.”
“What do you mean?”
“We were trying to cool the planet, you know, to stop Global Warming, and well—Texas is freezing its ass off right now.”
“What went wrong?”
“I was typing away on my oil-based cell phone while sucking my milkshake through a big plastic straw and accidentally spilled it all over the “I don’t know what the F$%K I’m talking about button.”
“GRETA!”
Man controls weather
Snow and ice knock out Texas
Mother Nature laughs

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, nature always wins.
Control is lost, skin tears, the body screams as a faceless man crawls out. “Help me.”
Wrist tied, three kneel down
A bullet for each, they die
Two boys, one girl, lost

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, teenagers lose their life over drugs
A young man with a dream, eyes wide, not a hobo, but wearing clothing that paints him as such, moves forward in life to succeed at a future date.
A young man without a dream, eyes dark, a hobo, wearing clothing that paints him as such, goes nowhere until the day he dies.
Any questions?