tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28331773673889933292008-07-10T22:00:35.113-05:00Bike haikus written<br/> by Papa Bradstein on his<br/> daily bike commute<br/><br/> (with additional material from MrJumbo and California Girl)<br/>Papa Bradsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09795913459610115195noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-69266876720078561782008-07-09T19:43:00.001-05:002008-07-09T19:43:52.722-05:00follow the black line<br />somersault, kick off the wall<br />back to the deep endCaliforniaGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03903502703385135184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-14723336642351486972008-07-09T19:42:00.002-05:002008-07-09T19:43:17.572-05:00down the hill upwind<br />up the hill wind at my back<br />ride uphill both waysCaliforniaGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03903502703385135184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-37436868425656508492008-07-09T19:42:00.001-05:002008-07-09T19:42:55.098-05:00go get my leash now<br />open the door and take me<br />to chase the squirrelsCaliforniaGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03903502703385135184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-9230799141351681732007-12-14T22:50:00.000-05:002007-12-14T22:53:34.106-05:00bury nose in snow<br />toss the head and prance away<br />hunting for snow miceCaliforniaGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03903502703385135184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-78465964418965066672007-08-13T13:15:00.000-05:002007-08-13T13:16:02.043-05:00Slow, heavy shovel swings<br />Sand and stones landing on wood<br />Silent, steady schucklingPapa Bradsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09795913459610115195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-69754731177136118652007-08-04T23:57:00.000-05:002007-08-04T23:59:29.620-05:00don't copy me child<br />I set a poor example<br />learn your own bad wordsCaliforniaGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03903502703385135184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-54994322654538296892007-07-28T23:31:00.000-05:002007-07-28T23:32:36.236-05:00smoky horizon<br />trees and homes consumed by flames<br />it could have been hereCaliforniaGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03903502703385135184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-27790284005213569672007-07-28T23:25:00.000-05:002007-07-28T23:31:13.434-05:00mama looks, crosses<br />assuming it is safe now<br />calls her spotted fawnCaliforniaGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03903502703385135184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-46394863190132310322007-07-17T07:53:00.000-05:002007-07-17T07:54:40.142-05:00wine turns over the years<br />to vinegar or elixir<br />laughter also brings tearsPapa Bradsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09795913459610115195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-25834898798827332862007-07-17T07:39:00.000-05:002007-07-17T07:53:05.533-05:00mourning, like diving<br />requires buoyancy and weight,<br />careful balancingPapa Bradsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09795913459610115195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-83179664900769813162007-07-06T04:40:00.000-05:002007-07-06T04:43:21.442-05:00sprinkler mist washes me<br />silver fog from underground<br />makes me miss the seaPapa Bradsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09795913459610115195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-36012533484833501572007-06-29T22:24:00.001-05:002007-06-29T22:30:07.755-05:00Two poops at the flag<br />Stop. Squat. Grab. Wrap. Knot. Repeat.<br />Ghazals in the bag.Papa Bradsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09795913459610115195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-71156302349563258312007-06-28T21:24:00.000-05:002007-06-28T21:26:28.575-05:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Moon and Venus glow<br />above the fading sunset<br />Saturn joins the dance<br /><br />bats fly crooked paths<br />across the fading twilight<br />eating mosquitoes<br /><br />a blue bowl upturned<br />with jagged orange edges<br />filled with evening light<br /><br />white lights sliding down<br />across the distant mountain<br />red lights going up<br /><br />walking in the dark<br />a million twinkling stars shine<br />one fell from the sky<br /><br />rustle in the grass<br />bounding, running away fast<br />Shadow smells a deer</span>CaliforniaGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03903502703385135184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-3030097840703491322007-06-28T11:05:00.001-05:002007-06-28T11:05:58.951-05:00it warms my heart to see<br />light play on the slatted shade<br />straight sun blinds, they saidmrjumbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00564375101442753257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-74459607615241123932007-06-27T23:26:00.000-05:002007-06-27T23:27:43.494-05:00not bouquets of words<br />we toss twisted little wreaths<br />nosegays in stern foammrjumbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00564375101442753257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-13561113846713077802007-06-25T13:12:00.002-05:002007-06-25T13:15:31.446-05:00<span style="font-family:arial;">we cross the wetland<br />climb up to the fork and choose<br />which way to go first<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">red wing blackbirds trill<br />when my dog walks on the road<br />ducks fly from water<br /><br />maybe we go right<br />enjoy the early dawn<br />walk home in the shade<br /><br />sometimes we go left<br />taking the shady way first<br />then towards the bright sun<br /><br />angry barking dog<br />protecting territory<br />greeting us daily</span>CaliforniaGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03903502703385135184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-83840902139439338832007-06-25T08:16:00.000-05:002007-06-25T08:18:10.254-05:00"Smile, Jesus loves you."<br />"I do not like your Christians."<br />Who lives above you?Papa Bradsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09795913459610115195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-16302126392667274662007-06-20T18:51:00.000-05:002007-06-21T18:41:23.378-05:00gratification<br />isn't instant as karma is<br />work isn't vacationPapa Bradsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09795913459610115195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-24017507296461440872007-06-20T12:01:00.000-05:002007-06-20T12:02:32.078-05:00the trail a blank sheet<br />no one riding here but me<br />and my excusesmrjumbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00564375101442753257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-12613041403739371152007-06-15T07:03:00.000-05:002007-06-15T15:04:04.342-05:00<span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Sisal Borsalino,</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">A baseball cap, a kippah,<br />Reveal what we know<br /></span>Papa Bradsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09795913459610115195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-44637417033909547882007-06-12T06:59:00.000-05:002007-06-15T14:59:42.400-05:00<span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Apple, strawberry,</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Cloying semitoxic plume</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Trails her, makes me sneeze</span>Papa Bradsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09795913459610115195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-32152060057385808112007-06-11T06:58:00.000-05:002007-06-15T14:59:15.402-05:00<span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Ch, ch, ch, ch, bzzz</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Sprinklers chatter, hiss, and turn</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Making bees dizzy</span>Papa Bradsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09795913459610115195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-41546979740085535102007-06-01T07:45:00.001-05:002007-06-01T07:45:58.286-05:00the new day dawns still<br />empty and we breathe until<br />we have had our fillPapa Bradsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09795913459610115195noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-43154407691263640332007-05-27T22:45:00.001-05:002007-05-27T22:46:03.144-05:00searching for quarters<br />lost in the dunes--in the sand<br />no quarter, no changemrjumbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00564375101442753257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2833177367388993329.post-21289618815543720232007-05-26T01:26:00.000-05:002007-05-26T01:30:05.775-05:00collaboration<br />two writers work the same chain<br />like a tandem bikemrjumbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00564375101442753257noreply@blogger.com