pandora playing
dishwasher hums in kitchen
my eyelids can't stay...
©2013-Art Belliveau
08 March 2013
07 March 2013
senryu 3/06/13
two inches behind
my slowly wrink'ling forehead
i am still eighteen
©2013-Art Belliveau
my slowly wrink'ling forehead
i am still eighteen
©2013-Art Belliveau
sedoka
quiet afternoon
low clouds with no hint of rain
shelter me from the sun’s heat
a mockingbird chirps
interrupting the silence
but improving it as well
©2013-Art Belliveau
04 March 2013
shadorma
This one is a little over a year old.
you are gone
you’ve vanished like smoke
i wonder
where you are
what it is you are doing
why torture myself?
©2013-Art Belliveau
you are gone
you’ve vanished like smoke
i wonder
where you are
what it is you are doing
why torture myself?
©2013-Art Belliveau
02 March 2013
swim meet senryu
chlorine in the air--
excitement and effort, too--
day at the swim meet
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu
falling through the void
spinning out of control--
who knows where i’ll land?
©2013-Art Belliveau
haiku
rocks tossed in the creek
ripples start, but disappear--
engulfed by currents
©2013-Art Belliveau
haiku
a black silhouette
backlit by pale green-blue sky--
what will the night hold?
©2013-Art Belliveau
haiku
black clouds stain the sky
like an oil spill suspended--
waiting to descend
©2013-Art Belliveau
really?
the sun’s not yet up
birds are singing in the trees--
this early? really?
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu
sun-drenched afternoon
and darkness blooms within me--
an empty playground
©2013-Art Belliveau
playground dusk
the creak of a swing
chirping steadily at dusk
echoes of crickets
©2013-Art Belliveau
zzzzap
out of the clear sky
lightning strikes--rips me apart
the healing is slow
©2013-Art Belliveau
haiku
grey clouds hover low
beneath them fog hugs the ground--
above them the sun
©2013-Art Belliveau
beneath them fog hugs the ground--
above them the sun
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu
with trembling hands,
he reaches for communion--
with a child’s pure faith
©2013-Art Belliveau
metaphor
it slips from my hands
smashes when it hits the floor--
i hate metaphors
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu
i see them at mass
by and large they are strangers--
but we’re family, too
©2013-Art Belliveau
saturday classroom
quiet hall
empty this morning
weekend day
no students
tomorrow this will all change--
it will teem with life
©2013-Art Belliveau
murderer
where has the time gone?
i have thoroughly killed it--
and hidden its corpse
©2013-Art Belliveau
One Step Too Far
He healed the sick--
They left Him alone.
They left Him alone.
He berated their hypocrisy--
They left Him alone.
He broke the Sabbath--
They left Him alone.
He treated women as equals--
They left Him alone.
He performed miracle after miracle--
They left Him alone.
He threatened their power--and their income--
by clearing out the temple.
They killed Him.
©2013-Art Belliveau
haiku
a dead long leaf pine
leans on its living brother--
how long 'til it falls?
©2013-Art Belliveau
leans on its living brother--
how long 'til it falls?
©2013-Art Belliveau
Testy
The desks are set up,
Each row straight.
As we prepare for
The test we hate.
I doubt that this,
Is worth the cost:
Another day
Of learning lost.
©2013-Art Belliveau
Each row straight.
As we prepare for
The test we hate.
I doubt that this,
Is worth the cost:
Another day
Of learning lost.
©2013-Art Belliveau
Portrait Poem
I'm a grumpy old guy who's tired of the nonsense.
I wonder what it will take for my students to take their education seriously.
I hear students continually talking no matter what the consequence.
I see students wandering out of their seats as though they had permission.
I want them to care about what I am teaching. I want to care about what I'm teaching.
I'm a grumpy old guy who's tired of the nonsense.
I pretend that I still have some patience left.
I feel the temptation to softly and silently slip away.
I touch the limits of my endurance.
I worry about the ones who will never reach their full potential.
I cry out impatient, sarcastic shouts of vexation.
I'm a grumpy old guy who's tired of the nonsense.
I understand that there is only so much I can do.
I say every one of my students has the ability to succeed.
I dream that they will actually live up to that ability and use it to its fullest.
I try to get them to the point where they will be successful beyond me.
I hope they all live out their dreams.
I'm a grumpy old guy who's tired of the nonsense.
©2013-Art Belliveau
I wonder what it will take for my students to take their education seriously.
I hear students continually talking no matter what the consequence.
I see students wandering out of their seats as though they had permission.
I want them to care about what I am teaching. I want to care about what I'm teaching.
I'm a grumpy old guy who's tired of the nonsense.
I pretend that I still have some patience left.
I feel the temptation to softly and silently slip away.
I touch the limits of my endurance.
I worry about the ones who will never reach their full potential.
I cry out impatient, sarcastic shouts of vexation.
I'm a grumpy old guy who's tired of the nonsense.
I understand that there is only so much I can do.
I say every one of my students has the ability to succeed.
I dream that they will actually live up to that ability and use it to its fullest.
I try to get them to the point where they will be successful beyond me.
I hope they all live out their dreams.
I'm a grumpy old guy who's tired of the nonsense.
©2013-Art Belliveau
Pantoum--Friday Afternoons Are Deadly
Friday afternoons are deadly.
The week’s frustrations have built up pressure
Like a faulty radiator.
The classroom seems ready to explode.
The week’s frustrations have built up pressure.
We need to do something new and different because
The classroom seems ready to explode.
And that isn’t good for anyone.
We need to do something new and different because
We all are stuck in the same old rut.
And that isn’t good for anyone.
Least of all me, the teacher.
We all are stuck in the same old rut.
No one wants to be here.
Least of all me, the teacher.
We need to blow off some steam.
No one wants to be here.
Like a faulty radiator,
We need to blow off some steam.
Friday afternoons are deadly.
©2013-Art Belliveau
The week’s frustrations have built up pressure
Like a faulty radiator.
The classroom seems ready to explode.
The week’s frustrations have built up pressure.
We need to do something new and different because
The classroom seems ready to explode.
And that isn’t good for anyone.
We need to do something new and different because
We all are stuck in the same old rut.
And that isn’t good for anyone.
Least of all me, the teacher.
We all are stuck in the same old rut.
No one wants to be here.
Least of all me, the teacher.
We need to blow off some steam.
No one wants to be here.
Like a faulty radiator,
We need to blow off some steam.
Friday afternoons are deadly.
©2013-Art Belliveau
tanka
feeling trapped again
life, a bear trap, biting me
i see others fly
my own wings long to break free
all it would take is courage
©2013-Art Belliveau
life, a bear trap, biting me
i see others fly
my own wings long to break free
all it would take is courage
©2013-Art Belliveau
teaching? --a senryu
i no longer teach.
i "deliver instruction."
that's very diff'rent.
©2013-Art Belliveau
i "deliver instruction."
that's very diff'rent.
©2013-Art Belliveau
senryu 3/2/13
i reached nine hundred.
i stopped without explaining--
even to myself.
©2013-Art Belliveau
i stopped without explaining--
even to myself.
©2013-Art Belliveau
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