After foreclosure,
They searched every shelter
-"welcome home", clerk said
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One Single Impression
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Once In A While, A Time For Solitude
Family away,
I have peaceful reflection
-thanksgiving alone.
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I have peaceful reflection
-thanksgiving alone.
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Friday, November 28, 2008
Post Thanksgiving Blessing
I cooked my turkey,
Stuffing and cranberry sauce
-lord, let me survive!
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Stuffing and cranberry sauce
-lord, let me survive!
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Thursday, November 27, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!
Raindrops dripping down
From tree branches to puddles
-rings ripple outward.
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Aunt Kristen
By Edward S. Gault
According to the family lore,
Aunt Kristen (six years my senior) announced
At the Thanksgiving table
That she didn’t like raisins.
I immediately stated that I too
Hated raisins.
Now Aunt Kristen did like raisins-
She simply wasn’t in the mood
For them at that time.
Up to that time,
I had liked raisins quite a bit.
But being the impressionable young lad
I then was, her statement
And my reiteration of it
Must have taken hold in my mind
Even at the neurological level.
From that time onward
I have never enjoyed raisins.
All these years later,
As the bills come each month
And pile up the way they do-
Far outstripping my ability
To pay any of them-
I wonder why Aunt Kristen
Could not simply have announced
At the Thanksgiving table
That she was going to be a millionaire
By the age of twenty.
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Holiday Food
By Edward S. Gault
Holiday leftovers are a tricky business
I can never get away
With raiding the fridge at night.
So I have to wait
For all the others to leave
Before I can begin
To rustle in the fridge
To get at the Turkey.
Here is the tricky part-
How to eat just enough
So that nobody knows
That anything was ever taken out.
When supper is being prepared,
There is just enough.
Factor in that everyone in the house
Is going to be doing this
-Picking, then leaving just enough.
We had all done such a superb job of this
That when my wife pulled out the container a week later
It was still three quarters full.
The question was:
Could we still eat it?
It didn’t seem too bad-
But as I was retching over the sink
I began to pine for a coffin.
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From tree branches to puddles
-rings ripple outward.
Copyright 2008
Aunt Kristen
By Edward S. Gault
According to the family lore,
Aunt Kristen (six years my senior) announced
At the Thanksgiving table
That she didn’t like raisins.
I immediately stated that I too
Hated raisins.
Now Aunt Kristen did like raisins-
She simply wasn’t in the mood
For them at that time.
Up to that time,
I had liked raisins quite a bit.
But being the impressionable young lad
I then was, her statement
And my reiteration of it
Must have taken hold in my mind
Even at the neurological level.
From that time onward
I have never enjoyed raisins.
All these years later,
As the bills come each month
And pile up the way they do-
Far outstripping my ability
To pay any of them-
I wonder why Aunt Kristen
Could not simply have announced
At the Thanksgiving table
That she was going to be a millionaire
By the age of twenty.
Copyright©2008
Holiday Food
By Edward S. Gault
Holiday leftovers are a tricky business
I can never get away
With raiding the fridge at night.
So I have to wait
For all the others to leave
Before I can begin
To rustle in the fridge
To get at the Turkey.
Here is the tricky part-
How to eat just enough
So that nobody knows
That anything was ever taken out.
When supper is being prepared,
There is just enough.
Factor in that everyone in the house
Is going to be doing this
-Picking, then leaving just enough.
We had all done such a superb job of this
That when my wife pulled out the container a week later
It was still three quarters full.
The question was:
Could we still eat it?
It didn’t seem too bad-
But as I was retching over the sink
I began to pine for a coffin.
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
A Morning Matinee?
In early morning,
Movie with roll and coffee
-then train to real world.
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Movie with roll and coffee
-then train to real world.
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Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Afterschool Adventures
Building block castles,
Reading jungle books and paint,
-children's library.
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Reading jungle books and paint,
-children's library.
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Sunday, November 23, 2008
Childhood Remembered
Little chef makes pies,
Patiently sitting and stirs
-water, sticks, and rocks.
Cassie pours herself tea,
She painted the cup herself
-"papa, want some tea?"
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Ricky and Melanie
By Edward S.Gault
Each morning I watched the way
Ricky’s mother brought him out to the bus.
She held his arm as he slowly
Descended the stairs, and walked in a sort of limp.
He wore a bike helmet in case he should fall.
He wore thick glasses and a hearing aid.
He couldn’t speak.
When they got him on the bus
He would sit by the window
Of the first seat with Melanie.
It was a long ride,
So the two had a lot of time
To get to know each other.
Through reading lips or hand gestures,
Melanie came to understand him.
Over the course of the year
She sat next to him, mastering his language
-discovering who he was.
One day his mother came out of the house
And down to the bus-alone.
She told the driver Ricky was in the hospital
For a little while.
From then on Melanie sat alone in the front seat
Looking out the window on the long ride
To and from school each day.
Until one morning his mother came out again,
Said something to the driver.
Melanie began to cry,
And we understood
That we would not be seeing Ricky again.
Copyright ©2007
One Single Impression: Childhood Memories
Patiently sitting and stirs
-water, sticks, and rocks.
Cassie pours herself tea,
She painted the cup herself
-"papa, want some tea?"
Copyright 2008
Ricky and Melanie
By Edward S.Gault
Each morning I watched the way
Ricky’s mother brought him out to the bus.
She held his arm as he slowly
Descended the stairs, and walked in a sort of limp.
He wore a bike helmet in case he should fall.
He wore thick glasses and a hearing aid.
He couldn’t speak.
When they got him on the bus
He would sit by the window
Of the first seat with Melanie.
It was a long ride,
So the two had a lot of time
To get to know each other.
Through reading lips or hand gestures,
Melanie came to understand him.
Over the course of the year
She sat next to him, mastering his language
-discovering who he was.
One day his mother came out of the house
And down to the bus-alone.
She told the driver Ricky was in the hospital
For a little while.
From then on Melanie sat alone in the front seat
Looking out the window on the long ride
To and from school each day.
Until one morning his mother came out again,
Said something to the driver.
Melanie began to cry,
And we understood
That we would not be seeing Ricky again.
Copyright ©2007
One Single Impression: Childhood Memories
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Blueprint Of A Failure
Little men scheming,
Writing and adding numbers
-that can not add up.
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Writing and adding numbers
-that can not add up.
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Friday, November 21, 2008
Murphy's Haiku #46
Waited for an hour,
Made two calls on the cell phone!
-wrong rendezvous point.
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Made two calls on the cell phone!
-wrong rendezvous point.
Copyright 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Slow Day At The Computer?!
Point browser and click,
Watch little tab circle turn
-wait and wait and wait...
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Watch little tab circle turn
-wait and wait and wait...
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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Many Sides Of Courage
Flying over fires,
Spraying long streams of water
-going back again.
Entering the room,
Facing his parents on couch
-mom and dad, I'm gay.
Her best friends gathered,
Shooting up heroin and crack
-scared, she turned and left.
War Games
By Edward S. Gault
Mike had a complete arsenal in his room.
He had all kinds of machine guns,
Grenades,
xxxxxxxRifles,
xxxxxxxxxxxPistols,
And even a bazooka.
He had a camouflaged outfit,
And a green beret
That allowed him to be the Colonel
Just about all the time.
Whenever we re-enacted
The previous episode of Combat.
He brought his stockpile to his front yard.
We would select our weapons of choice,
Then we would go through the whole battle,
Just as we had seen it on TV.
One night Mark wanted to be the Colonel.
Todd was Captain.
Mark was usually Sear gent.
I was either a Private or a Corporal at best
(When they let me play at all).
But that night Mark wanted to be the Colonel.
Mike explained all the reasons why
Mark couldn’t be the Colonel.
He owned the uniform; it wouldn’t fit him any way.
He owned all the guns.
He was a natural leader of men.
Mark said it wasn’t fair.
Mike called Mark a faggot
Then punched him in the stomach
-real hard.
Mark crumpled to the ground crying.
I could see the tears roll down his face.
I had never seen Mark cry before.
He was tough.
He would have made a good Colonel.
We didn’t have the battle that night.
As I walked home that night,
I knew I had seen war.
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One Single Impression: Courage
Spraying long streams of water
-going back again.
Entering the room,
Facing his parents on couch
-mom and dad, I'm gay.
Her best friends gathered,
Shooting up heroin and crack
-scared, she turned and left.
War Games
By Edward S. Gault
Mike had a complete arsenal in his room.
He had all kinds of machine guns,
Grenades,
xxxxxxxRifles,
xxxxxxxxxxxPistols,
And even a bazooka.
He had a camouflaged outfit,
And a green beret
That allowed him to be the Colonel
Just about all the time.
Whenever we re-enacted
The previous episode of Combat.
He brought his stockpile to his front yard.
We would select our weapons of choice,
Then we would go through the whole battle,
Just as we had seen it on TV.
One night Mark wanted to be the Colonel.
Todd was Captain.
Mark was usually Sear gent.
I was either a Private or a Corporal at best
(When they let me play at all).
But that night Mark wanted to be the Colonel.
Mike explained all the reasons why
Mark couldn’t be the Colonel.
He owned the uniform; it wouldn’t fit him any way.
He owned all the guns.
He was a natural leader of men.
Mark said it wasn’t fair.
Mike called Mark a faggot
Then punched him in the stomach
-real hard.
Mark crumpled to the ground crying.
I could see the tears roll down his face.
I had never seen Mark cry before.
He was tough.
He would have made a good Colonel.
We didn’t have the battle that night.
As I walked home that night,
I knew I had seen war.
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One Single Impression: Courage
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Going Out In Style
As leaves fall from trees,
Rain plasters them to sidewalk
-leaf collage carpet.
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Rain plasters them to sidewalk
-leaf collage carpet.
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Friday, November 14, 2008
It's All How You Look At It
I am in a bubble,
Floating over the city
-fisheye view of world.
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Floating over the city
-fisheye view of world.
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Driving On Empty?
I travelled highway,
Passing by many exits
-where would they have lead?
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Passing by many exits
-where would they have lead?
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008
In Honor Of Veterans
They fought in our wars,
For country and liberty
-now, Kingdom of Peace.
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For country and liberty
-now, Kingdom of Peace.
Copyright 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Magical Worlds of Bedtime
Reading you stories,
We wish we could go with you
-seeing the world new.
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We wish we could go with you
-seeing the world new.
Copyright 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Orthodoxes And Paradoxes!
Riverway Street ParallelsPhotography: Edward S. Gault
Even though this verse
Has seventeen syllables
-it is not haiku.
Has seventeen syllables
-it is not haiku.
x
I wrote half tanka
Then wrote one half the next part
Followed by next half
And continued in this way
Until I got to the en
x
Her smile was friendly,
She looked directly through me
-speaking policy.
In Congress many years,
On the ticket of Values
-feds arrested him.
Wearing a ski mask,
He killed in the name of God
-in hopes of heaven.
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In Congress many years,
On the ticket of Values
-feds arrested him.
Wearing a ski mask,
He killed in the name of God
-in hopes of heaven.
Copyright 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
Another Way To Vote
Foaming at the mouth,
Radio demagogue rants
-this time, we turned dial.
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Radio demagogue rants
-this time, we turned dial.
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Thursday, November 6, 2008
We Did It!!
From the slave galleys,
To cotton fields and Jim Crow
-to Oval Office.
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Congratulations to Barrack Obama,
To the Democratic Party,
And to the Citizens of the United States!
To cotton fields and Jim Crow
-to Oval Office.
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Congratulations to Barrack Obama,
To the Democratic Party,
And to the Citizens of the United States!
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
No Virginia, It's Not Santa!
The horseman Plague rides,
Dispensing colds and fevers
-gifts of the season.
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Dispensing colds and fevers
-gifts of the season.
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Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Just Vote!
I closed the curtain,
Switches down, pulled the lever
-thought of my daughter.
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Switches down, pulled the lever
-thought of my daughter.
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Monday, November 3, 2008
Counting Blessings
When she comes to me
And ask me to play with her
My answer is yes!
-even if I don't have time,
She may not always be here.
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And ask me to play with her
My answer is yes!
-even if I don't have time,
She may not always be here.
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Sunday, November 2, 2008
On Things Not Being What They Seem
A city of wealth,
They built tall glass skyscrapers
And many facades;
So that when people passed by,
They wouldn't see the poor there.
Beggar approached me,
He asked for help, I gave alms
-he was an angel.
Trick or Treat she said,
Dressed as a wicked witch
-so innocent though.
They built tall glass skyscrapers
And many facades;
So that when people passed by,
They wouldn't see the poor there.
Beggar approached me,
He asked for help, I gave alms
-he was an angel.
Trick or Treat she said,
Dressed as a wicked witch
-so innocent though.
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One Single Impression: Disguise
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Farewell Autumn Colors
Yellow leaves resist death,
Clinging to branches, then fall
-early November.
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Clinging to branches, then fall
-early November.
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