haiku 12/23/18

lively little pup
two more sleeping next to me
sunday afternoon


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haiku 12/21/18

a cold, rainy day
no surprise in December
next week Spring again


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shadorma 12/19/18

the struggles
of everyday life
are weighty
and wearing
i feel them pulling me down
i cannot drown, though

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haiku 12/19/18

determination
the ant struggles with the seed
as it goes uphill


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Riddle Poem

Working on Riddle Poems with my students. I came up with this...


It's said I never change my spots,
No matter how fast I go.
I chase down zebra and wildebeest,
Because I am not slow.
Lions and tigers envy my speed,
As through the savanna I race,
To catch my food and feed my cubs,
I'm always in first place.

What am I?



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Dancing Running Free

In my head I am dancing
even as I sit behind this desk
and quietly take out the paper and pencil
for the next in an infinite series of tests and quizzes

In my heart I am running free
no shackled to your expectations
not weighed down by your disapproval
of my wanting to go to the bathroom for god’s sake

In my soul I am free
free from the corporate controlled curriculum
and the testing companies that see me as
their next subprime market
and teachers who are desperate to keep me here
so that tomorrow they will have a job
and a country,
the Land of the Free,
where we voluntarily chain ourselves to
the drone of consumerism

The questions you are asking me
will never lead me to the answers
that I will need to find on my own
about how to be a good person in a world
where no one cares

©2016-Art Belliveau

new year 2016

as the year starts
i’m having my nose rubbed
once again
in the truth of life’s fragility
and the truth of its tenaciousness
as some friends await their
firstborn child
and others celebrate birthdays
and one fights a cancer
and one has left this earth
what does it mean?
what does any of it mean?
did anyone “deserve” these things?
does anyone deserve to live or die,
be sick or be healthy?
life
and I really believe this
does have meaning

the hard part
the part i am constantly learning
over and over and over
is that the meaning of life
is what i make of it
and that my meaning
may not
probably doesn’t
equate with yours

and that’s okay

©2016-Art Belliveau

hay(na)ku 05/08/15

sometimes
the silence
can be deafening

©2015-Art Belliveau

Lunchtime

 I open my lunch box.

Inside I find a delicious sandwich
Made with a special ingredient.

No meal made by my own hands
Could ever be the equal
To one made for me with love.

©2015-Art Belliveau

seventh graders

seventh graders
frantic, hormonal
talking, laughing, crying
life's a roller coaster
my kids

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