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Cheryl’s Everyday Haiku (Week 25)

August 6, 2013

June 18 – June 24

Haiku #176 (June 18)

Grieving parents
Imagine their child in heaven
Meeting great-grandma.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #177 (June 19)

A child holds a toy
She’ll place in her sister’s hand.
The final present.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #178 (June 20)

On a day like this
Children can play outside late.
One girl is missing.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #179 (June 21)

Children play til nine.
“The street light isn’t on yet!”
Summer’s late sunset.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #180 (June 22)

Sorrow and regret
Are expressed in salty tears
Cried at funerals.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #181 (June 23)

Riding the right lane
Driving at the speed limit
Because I’m not late.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #182 (June 24)

Super Moon returns
And looks inside my window
Slowly he passes.

by Cheryl Crockett

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NaPoWriMo Day 9

April 10, 2013

NaPoWriMo Badge


I walked into the venue solo.
My journal tucked firmly under my arm
So not to appear suspicious.
Everyone in the place looked different
dressed different
talked different
but they all had one thing in common
as they sat there
in silence
All of their names were on a list
and it was only a matter of time
Because it’s poetry night on U Street.

The hot young college student steps up to the mic.
She’s a double major in Communications and Language Arts…
Probably won her first poetry contest at age 5.
(Oh OK! She just said it was age 6.)
With more than enough confidence to go first,
she doesn’t mind
She has to leave early
because she has a secret:
Exams in the morning.

A young man stares at her
like a hungry dog
at an Alpo® factory.
His hasty scribbles
on the napkin in front of him
disguise themselves as a love poem
he’s more than eager to share
with the first girl who’ll believe him.

Under the table
the purse of the woman next to him
is a flimsy camouflauge
for her wayward hand
that moves along his thigh
like she’s got 50 cents but needs a dollar
and she’s gonna get it
from his pocket
without asking
as the next name is called.
Because it’s poetry night on U Street.

Smoke from incense curls and intertwines with
the steam from freshly poured cups of chai.
Fingers snap… light applause.

A nervous stranger shows up late
He reaches out a sweaty hand
to pull the host to one side.
“No, the list is full. Come early next time.
I’ll put you on the waiting list, but I can’t promise anything.”

The stranger takes the long way through the crowd
While dropping fliers
on each table before he leaves.
They’re for his own poetry event.
I pick up a flier
and stuff it into my pocket.
The next name is called.

The haiku poet tries to read ten poems because
“The last poet took five minutes and haiku are small.”
The host nods reluctantly;
The crowd tolerates her, watching
with eyes glazed like day-old donuts.
They don’t get haiku.

The sexy love poet’s words
make the women coo and scream.
He speaks so provocatively,
I want to offer the microphone
a cigarrette.

The feature is introduced and
the performance opens eyes,
changes lives
and brings the crowd to its feet.

The poet bows and says “thank you”
but thinks: “Show me love; buy my book or DVD”.
The host holds them up and says
“They’re only TEN DOLLARS”
The crowd responds, “ONLY TEN DOLLARS?!”

Closing time
The people spill out
onto the empty sidewalk.
Their faces bathed in the orange glow
of the city’s high-crime street lamps.

Moving quickly through the evening air,
Some walk; some duck into the subway
and others sit in their cars
all with the poems replaying
in their minds like a 1970’s sitcom;
Their spirits filled with new inspiration.

Poetry night on U Street.

by Cheryl Crockett

This is the Day 9 Challenge as it appears on

“…I’m a sucker for a good mystery novel, especially the hard-boiled noir novels of the thirties and forties. There’s always a two-timing blonde, a city that keeps its secrets, and stuck in the middle, a man who just can’t help but rabbit after truth. Today I challenge you write a poem inspired by noir — it could be in the voice of a detective, or unravel a mystery, or just describe the long shadows of the skyscrapers in the ever-swirling smog. After all, “you know how to write a poem, don’t you, Steve? You just pick up a pen and you write.”

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My daily haiku is below. I am writing one haiku per day for all of 2013.

Haiku #97

Watch dandelions
They change from yellow to white
When does that happen?

by Cheryl Crockett

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Cheryl’s Everyday Haiku 2013 (Week 08)

March 11, 2013

February 19 – 23

Haiku #51 (Feb. 19)

First signs of spring green
City people start gardens
Money changes hands.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #52 (Feb. 20)

Bags packed, early start
Good breakfast, clean clothes and shined shoes
Banana peel.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #53 (Feb. 21)

Staying up too late,
Eating snacks; watching TV.
Waiting for haiku.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #54 (Feb. 22)

Saturday night date
Stumbled in front of the bar.
Broken stiletto.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #55 (Feb. 23)

New way to haiku!
Electricity is out.
Use pen and paper!

by Cheryl Crockett

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Cheryl’s Everyday Haiku 2013 (Week 04)

January 28, 2013

January 22 – 28

Bonus for Inauguration Day

Celebrate Obama
and King the same day:
poetic resonance.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #22

Unmerciful sun
Generous only with light
Lets earthlings shiver.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #23

“I cannot help you.”
Says the moon, turning away.
“Go back, talk to sun.”.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #24

Prescription bottles
Stand like health helping soldiers
Ready remedies.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #25

Flake filled clouds expand
Across darkening grey skies
Snow falls, finally!

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #26

City dwellers move
Through bricks, chrome, trash and paved streets.
Urban survival.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #27

Flying city skies
Doves alight telephone wires
Pigeon mockery.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #28

Grieving hearts follow
Mournful dirge rhythms sobbing
Beside fresh mass graves.

by Cheryl Crockett

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Cheryl’s Everyday Haiku 2013 (Week 03)

January 21, 2013

January 15 – 21

Haiku #15

Poet aims pen
To capture words between the lines
Hunter and her prey.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #16

Deceptive sunshine
Much illumination while
Secret things occur.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #17

Curious young frog
Practices lily-pad leaps
Races reflections.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #18

Obnoxious night owl
Hoots wisdom from high branches
While everyone sleeps.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #19

Soft shade serenade
Budding rose and dewey glade
New lovers picnic.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #20

Quick right hand grabs loot
The left remains unaware
A thief on duty.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #21

High tide approaches.
Carefully crafted walls fall.
Crumbling sand-castle.

by Cheryl Crockett

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Cheryl’s Everyday Haiku 2013 (Week 02)

January 14, 2013

January 8 – 14

Haiku #8

Together so long,
If you leave and go away
What will I be then?

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #9

What a lovely hike!
Is that a bear behind you?
Don’t outrun me now.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #10

Year’s worst day so far;
There must be a better way.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #11

Just outside my door
Light breezes beckon me to
Embrace the new day.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #12

I set myself free
After forgiving someone.
They just don’t know yet.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #13

Now fully awake
Finding myself still drifting
I picked up the oar.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #14

Stars welcome nightfall.
Cloud clusters cast moon shadows.
Hidden eyes appear.

by Cheryl Crockett

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Cheryl’s Everyday Haiku 2013 (Week 01)

January 8, 2013

January 1 – 7

Haiku #1

January first
My easy resolution:
Take care of myself.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #2

After thirteen years
Wishing she was still alive
I so miss our talks

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #3

Brittle branches breach
Winter horizon skies,
Tickling low-hanging clouds.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #4

Northern school children
Pray for frosty blessings
And snowflakes start to fall.

By Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #5

Light fades past the woods.
Another day is over;
Bright final rays dim.

By Cheryl Crockett

Day #5 Bonus Haiku

Funk up some stuff now
As we get started on new
Horizons to pass.

by Miles Bell

Haiku #6

Grass roots gathering
Underground activity
Insects OCCUPY!

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #7 (for the Redskins and RGIII)

Laying weapons down
Wounded fighters limp away
Empty battlefield.

by Cheryl Crockett

Day #7 Bonus Haiku

Hear yea, hear you all
Good things come in small packets
Like Cheryl’s haiku

by Nan Kutty

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