Good news, my book “110 Haiku Poems” has been published. You can find the paperback version either on Amazon or CreateSpace. It is also on some other channels too like Amazon Europe and other offline and online retailers. The kindle version is going to be coming out soon. The kindle version for Amazon is also done and ready to buy.
Amazon link for book: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=110+Haiku+Poems
Amazon link for e-book: http://www.amazon.com/110-Haiku-Poems-N-Hasen-ebook/dp/B01EXJ8E6A/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1461963998&sr=1-2&keywords=110+Haiku+Poems
CreateSpace link: https://www.createspace.com/6092111
I have promo codes for this site for “preferred customers”: 10% with code 3X2FYFMP
I would have to say it was fun being able to publish another book of poetry. I have some other poetry book ideas in the works.
What comes to mind
Making words appear
Turning them into rhymes,
Metaphors, flowing into
Timed musically language which
Are spoken become beautiful words
Of art and wonderful masterpieces.
April 28th poem: Write an etheree, a poem of 10 lines with syllable count of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 or its reverse, a syllable count of 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
All praises to God most high
Because of the bounty he gives,
Cascading into endless love.
Doing what he does best with
Everlasting love watching over us like a
Father protecting a child,
God is always there for us.
He is forgiven, he is stern,
In him you can shine too.
Joyous songs to praise his name,
Knowledge and kindness he will give to those who
Listen to his words.
Many praises to God on high,
Names he has many but he is only one.
Open your arms and let him in,
Praises to the God on high.
Quietly, he watches us from afar
Rejoicing when we are happy;
Sad when we turn away, but
Trusting that we will do what’s right.
Under him we have a place to rest,
Vast heaven that waits all of us.
Wisdom of words from the bible he gives
X-ray vision he can see to our hearts,
Yearning for us to give back,
Zion is God and praises to his name.
Why did you take the object so dear to me
You know it is my favorite,
Yet you didn’t seem to care
Now where have you put it
For I would like it returned
It doesn’t belong to you
You could of asked nicely to see it;
You could of asked nicely to use it;
And now I know not to trust you,
Please return what has been taken
For the object is so dear to me
April 25th poem: Compose a poem to be delivered orally to someone who took something from you, such as your chair at an event, your good name, or an object that was actually stolen from you.
I did not stop to chat with you,
As you were busy in a tree
Which was high with apples
And green leaves hiding you
Where you were picking from the tree,
I didn’t want to startle you there
For you could fall and besides
The point, I had a birthday gift
Which you were not allow to see;
So on I went to your place
Where a surprise party was going to be
But I had the feeling you were watching me
From between the green leaves of the tree
Hoping to spy the gift I was going to give to thee.
April 24th poem: Write a poem that is one sentence long, but the longest sentence you can write.
Short black wet hair which in few week may fall out
Eyes closed, perhaps only squinting
Chubby baby cheeks where in a few years later
Will have for a short time again because of a jaw operation
To fix what can not be seen in photo, an overbite
Covered snugly in clothes for warmth
Laying in an 80s baby car seat carrier
Who doesn’t know what the world would hold for them
April 22nd poem: Retrieve from files or from your memory the first photo that was ever taken of you. Describe yourself then, both what you see and what you do not see there.
She comes dancing, twirling pushing her sister month out
Bringing her lively gait of fun and mischief
As she enjoys playing guessing games, pranks
On what weather comes sailing through.
She is young, full of life
A child who stays young forever
As December grows old and weary.
She sheds tears in beginning weeks,
Cause she happy to help the growth of land
Which was gloomy and dark before;
Now brimming with active life.
April 21st poem: Write a poem that personifies the month of April without using any seasonal imagery and without stating “April” or “spring.”