Luke’s Haiku
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Luke’s Haiku
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Sun sets on the day,
weary bones, yet heart aglow
peace in hard-earned rest.
Whistle pierces air,
Grassroots game, truth on the line,
Shadows blur the rules.
Words soft as the breeze,
Whispers in the stillness bloom,
Silence speaks through verse.
It’s quiet being a poet.
Storms that linger, heat that stays,
Frozen air on southern ways.
A fractured stream, a world confined,
By climate’s hand, its fate entwined.

Yet in its flow, a warning clear,
To act with care, while time is near.
The jet stream flows, a ribbon wide,
High in the sky, where winds collide.
Once steady, swift, its course now strays,
A wavering path through warming days.

The Arctic warms, its chill undone,
A fading battle with the sun.
The contrast weak, the winds grow slow,
Their broken rhythm starts to show.
When I awoke, my breath was short,
My heart a drum in a maddened court.
For worse than the dream, the towering dread,
Was the thought of his shadow where freedom once tread.
His laughter echoed, sharp and cold,
A hymn to wealth, to power, to gold.
I reached for reason, for light, for escape,
But the dream held tight, reshaping its shape.
“Why are you here?” I asked, my voice unsure.
“To teach you fear,” he sneered, “and show what’s pure.”
He spun a web of greed, a blinding snare,
Where morals suffocated in the stagnant air.
He spoke of power, his hands in the air,
Building walls in the ether, as if they’d stay there.
The ground beneath us shifted, split, and cracked,
As truth and reason staged a fierce attack.
Around us swirled a tempest of decay,
Words like “greatness” crumbled into clay.
Promises floated, hollow and bereft,
While shadows whispered of the lies he left.
His suit was sharp, his tie a garish red,
A smirk of smugness etched deep in his head.
“Welcome,” he said, his voice a grating tune,
Like shards of glass beneath a waning moon.
A Dream of Trump

Last night, I wandered through a restless haze,
A dreamscape forged in flickering malaise.
A gilded tower loomed beneath a blood-red sky,
And there he stood, with that familiar, hollow eye.
Shadows dim the light,
Peaceful streams run red with rage,
Fear consumes the dawn.
Peace and innocence is being replaced by hatred and fear.
How can we climb from depths so grim?
When light feels faint and hope grows dim?
Through hearts and minds, let truth revive,
A spark of wisdom to survive.

In 2025, let courage reign,
To heal the wounds, unbind the chain.
For only truth can steer the way,
To brighter nights and clearer days.
Beneath the veil of coloured ties,
A fractured truth in shadow lies.
The masses cling to crafted speech,
Where reason feels too far to reach.

Public figures weave their lore,
Unchecked, their tales infect the core.
What’s real dissolves, what’s false takes root,
Questions fall, their answers mute.
What a pleasant take on the truth. I have fully tethered my ties with the platform that I won’t mention. I pray for more common sense from the majority, and I’m not even religious!
Truth cuts through the fog,
Lies crumble beneath the light,
Voices rise as one.
I spent some time on X. Is it worth fighting the right wing propagandists? Or is it not worth my time?
Dreams of viral fame,
Content flows like restless streams,
Patience lights the way.
Dominance fades fast,
Victory slips through our hands,
The score lies, not us.
Cold shadows linger,
Breath clouds in the frozen air—
Warmth remains a dream.

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