The Drum

parade

Image courtesy of LNYDP (London New Year’s Day Parade).

Beat the drum proudly,
Invite the crowd to join the march.
Spread the call to anxious folks,
Soon they will be responding.

Sing old hymns of yesteryear,
That recall historic glories.
Focus thoughts on things they fear,
And play to the mobs’ behaviors’.

Cheer the call of men to war
Praise them for their courage.
March them to their destiny,
On foreign lands, to fame, and glory.

Remember the soft bugle call,
That echoes off cold tombstones.
Grieve for those who fall at war,
They are our wasted souls of anger.

                                            cj holm

Happy I’m Here

frozen

While walking beside a frozen marsh,
The sunrise reveals the world awakened.
Found some small paw prints, left from the night,
Recorded movements left frozen this morn.

Sunrise reflection pink crystalline frost,
Remnants of cornstalks on harvested field.
Seeds missed by combine’s sharp threshing machine,
Food for the pheasants that feed in the night.

Smoke from the farmyard drifts upwards this morn
White bones of ash trees cut up after storms.
Clouds on horizon threaten tonight
Temperature falling blizzard in sight

Home to black coffee brewed early morn
Crisp smoky bacon, eggs fried in a pan.
Wheat toast and jelly sweeten the morn
Simple life in country, so happy I’m here.

cj holm

Leftover Haiku

Turkey wishes to all my Web Press Friends!

last supper

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 281 Mess / Intense

Spilled gravy, chewed bones
Red stained napkins so intense
-November’s last mess

Piles of dishes left undone
Sated thoughts of pecan pie

                                      -CJ Holm

 

Haiku/Senryu Challenge (11/25/19)

ronovan

https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/11/25/weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-5/

Cold Shoulder

Last Tuesday I entered Mayo Clinic to have a brand new Titanium Reverse Ball and Socket installed in my shoulder. Wednesday afternoon my wife drove me home as I drifted from one opioid-induced dream to another. By Saturday I began weaning myself off the pain medication and grudgingly acknowledged to myself that some pain is good. Today one day after watching the greatest Minnesota Viking win in all of history, I am feeling OK. My shoulder hurts and I can’t really use my arm yet, but tomorrow begins the start of physical therapy and it will begin to get better.

For me, opioids provided a way to manage the pain involved with a transplant. It was administered by a team of specialists who were well aware of the addictive qualities of the prescribed pain relief.

Unfortunately, not everyone was as well counseled. Millions of patients were exploited by an industry that cared more about profits than an oath to “Do no harm”.

I would love to see those greedy SOBs dragged through the streets of the cities they’ve ruined!