222 HAIKU
The Hawk Deck 10:22am
PARTY OF ONE, TWO
WILL I GET A BLOODY NOSE?
SCRAGGLY APPLE KNOWS
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The Hawk Kitchen 2:22pm
INTRODUCING NEW
DISCIPLINE FOR HUNGRY FAITH:
OLD BREAD FED TO CROWS
The Hawk Kitchen 10:30am
The Food Hamper from Yesterday
has been disassembled
disposed of out on The Grass
for The Gulls & Crows
— They know nothing
of Hell & Damnation
Sin & Salvation —
The Orange I rolled
into The Compost
is
safe
The Hawk Portico NOON
Today I began reading a Baptist Tract on Sin & Salvation
inside the top of a boxed offering of baked goods
— a man brought the box to My Side Door
saying “It’s for Dr Blair — we’re giving them out
to people over seventy”
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As I sat on My Portico in My Bathrobe
I looked at The Tract
The seven minutes it will take you to
read this message could be the most
valuable time you will ever spend
I read to the part where Everyone’s a Sinner
& a huge military (Fisheries?) jet buzzed
around the corner of My House
I looked up to The Aircraft until it was gone
& put The Tract back in Its food box
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I made another cup of tea
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I came out again to sit in The Sun
& hesitantly picked up The Tract
to read about Hell & Damnation
but The Plane came roaring again
My Hands went together
I crumpled up My Seven Most Valuable Minutes
into a snowball
The Hawk West Desk Window 2:00pm
For The Unborn
For Babies
For Toddlers
For Elementary School Students
For Teens
For Young Adults:
To be A Child means being loved unconditionally
Safely guided & nurtured by the source(s) of That Love
until independence —
But The Love Never Stops
Note: I was prompted to write this because I saw a diamond shape reflected before Me at the foot of my bed. I didn’t know what it was until I moved my right arm and saw that the shape was created by a reflection from the band of My Ladies Bulova Open Heart Watch.
If I could say anything right now
anything I wanted — what
would It be?
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The House is buffeted by a rainstorm
I Am Cosy In My Bed
(to use a phrase of WHB’s)
with tea beside Me
I Am Free
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The Anti-Christmas Poems
are over
The Shooting Victims are being mourned
I Am Free
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I Am Free To Love
& harbour no known hatred
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I Am Free To Love
My Daughter, My Son, My Husband
My House, My Cats, My Country
My World, My Life
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I Am Free To Love
My Spiritual Partner
& Believe Me — I HAVE ONE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:10pm
A Silver Star-spark just crossed My View
as I sat at the computer screen
— passed across My Field of Vision
diagonally from left to right
trailing a dark path
alerting Me
to read
“God Has Called Them All Home”
The West Desk Window 2:45pm
Sometimes a Candy Cane
is not just a Candy Cane.
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HO HO HO is backwards.
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What can you think of that’s snowy white
& feels like a weather bomb?
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What’s an empty, limp stocking
which miraculously gets filled?
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The colour red means stop —
green means go.
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What’s a triangular fir tree
next to an open hearth —
and where does that chimney go anyway?
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A Christmas Wreath, a broken circle, represents a fertilized egg.
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A baby in a manger —
Jesus was born on the wrong side of the tracks.
Joanna Gilman Hyde 