Haiku: Giving Thanks (Black Friday?)

On the day of thanks,
Why are we told to want more?
Can’t Black Friday Wait?

Don’t spend Thanksgiving
In a gray, cold, parking lot.
Discounts won’t cut it.

– Alex Schattner (11/19/12)

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Saturday Hiaku: Time

“Knight Rider” by Coda2

If you could choose a
Time in which to live,
Which age would it be?

Maybe ancient Rome
With g’ds, gladiators, and
The myths of greatness.

How ’bout the middle ages
Filled with princesses and knights.
Castles and glory!

Or is the jazz age,
With its glam gals, and gangster,
more preferable?

Before you answer
Think of power, plumbing,
And the great depression.

If  you want to be
Cold, smelly, and destitute,
Then the past is yours.

I’ll stay here.

– Alex Schattner (11/18/12)

Sandy, The Storm

*I’m sorry I took so long between posts. I’ve been without power for a week. This poem might give you a glimpse into how I feel about this.

“Euphoria” by H. Kopp Delaney

At night she attacks
Spilling water over the city’s shore
The water rises over cars, paths,
And everything more.

Over the Atlantic—near the equator
She was born like anyone else.
And bestowed the name Sandy–
With a choice of smooth or coarse.

She chose coarse.
And I can only imagine “Why?”
Merely to shout her name
Upon the infinite sky?

Or…does she express pain
With a perturbed mother’s call?
Has she lost El Nino?
Somewhere in the squall.

Why then does she terrify the kid down the hall,
Whose voice echoes powerless
Like the ambient light of “exit”
That paints us red and garish?

Sandy keeps us in the dark…

Outside my window
The clouds define
A tower not often ominous,
But now castle-like in profile line.

The structure stands solid
Against the lower climbs
And swaying trees–
Like a relic of our times.

If Sandy destroys us,
The tower will be the marker of our tomb.
If she takes that down,
There’s unending doom.

If Sandy takes me in her cold embrace
And out where debris is swarming,
I’ll blame those who came before me
Who didn’t believe in global warming.

And next year she’ll be back–
New name, worse temper.
The city better be prepared
For another natural disaster.

– Alex Schattner (11/1/12)

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Saturday (Something New): “Legend”

“#4” in Chad Wys’s Nocturne Series. (unaffiliated)

It’s a time-old marvel–
how gossip becomes legend.
How faults are masked,
and virtues expanded.
How facts are abandoned,
and mystery acquired.
It happens slowly…
or maybe not…
but it’s been destine from the start.

– Alex Schattner

Saturday Haiku: “The Sidekick”

Here’s to the hero
beside The Invincible.
The one who feels pain.

You work in shadow,
Seeing distant dangers
and tracking them down.

You’re the one taken
in hostage situations
who puts others first.

Some might see you as:
weaker, smaller, less appealing,
more human, more us…

Or who we want to be.

When the chips are down,
You provide the pep talk
that changes the tide.

That’s why we cheer
when you live to fight again.
Maybe we’ll join you.

– Alex Schattner  (10/13/12)