110 Haiku Poems – Update

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.

A Poet Scribbles

Scribbles down
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.

Praise To God

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.

Plead For Object Return

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.

Busy In A Tree

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.

First Photo

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.”

Geese In Our Path

Going down stairs around
corner for dog walk with
my dog, two geese eating
in our path, didn’t care
we there. She started to
stalk toward them slowly
as they try waddling far
away; no use they are to
slow. Now honking loudly
they flap their wings to
fly over our heads as we
stand by, dog jumping to
excitedly up and down to
try and catch them, with
no such luck getting to
them at all. There always
next time you silly pup.

April 20th poem: This was a hard poem to do. Choose an event from the past 24 hours of your life and write a poem about it. Each line of the poem should have exactly 24 characters.

Possibilities And Learning

Bodies of water shapes you.
The vast Atlantic Ocean containing many
possibilities, or small ponds
where variety is almost none existent
to hopefully pray for rain to make a trail
to the Cuyahoga river just down to road;
which will empty down the path to
Lake Erie where you can then swim
to the ocean finding more opportunities
than never before had existed in
your small town.

Animals shape you.
The wolves gathering
together to teach young pups how
to hunt for their food; as to teach them
how to be independent for themselves.
The pups licking their elders
to show respect and affection;
everyone should get along in a pack;
they rarely have family arguments
as they help with chores, child-rearing
around their den.

Teachers shape you.
They nurture our skills, our talents,
our voices to help us on the road
to adulthood. They are the ones
setting examples of behavior
being the rule enforcers.
Given the lectures they watch
us absorb everything like a sponge
reciting, writing what we have learned
from them. They are the ones we
go to learn from, lean on, our
mentors helping us to the wider world beyond.

Beginnings shape you.
Seeds in fresh ground growing
after a rain to small buds
which will open into flowering flowers
in warm spring weather, then the cycle
repeats again and again;
then you realize starting over
is not a bad idea after all.

April 18th poem: Cities, Families, Lovers and Endings shape us, says Montonaro. Write a four-stanza poem using her stanza form or one you invent that examines how four of these shape us: Bodies of Water, Teachers, Enemies, Animals, Diseases, and/or Beginnings.

Nintendo Wii

Your power is off
You lie near TV
Waiting for me,
I don’t come.

I wish to use you
But sorry for the fact
There are others in line
Before its your turn.

I keep pushing you,
I do want to play
But more and more
Others have taken there place.

If there was more time
In the world for you
I wold make sure you
Have everything you asked.

I would get the batteries
Newly fresh installed in you;
I would get games
We can play together.

I am sorry game system
That you lie in corner
With dust falling on your frame
Waiting for me to use again.

April 16th poem: Write a poem of apology, sincere or sarcastic, to a person, a pet, or an inanimate object.