#Haibun: Independence

There was a time when I was proud to call myself an American, but that has changed. I’ve never cared much for politics, or organized religion. To me, they are both ways to try to control the masses and keep us in check to further line greedy pockets. Don’t get me wrong, I have faith in a higher power by whatever name you want to call it. I know God hears me no matter where I am. And now this, a parade, a charade of what this country once stood for: FREEDOM and REFUGE.

All I can see are innocent children, mistreated and living in horrible conditions. Some say it’s the fault of their parents, others cry its the fault of the government. None of that matters, because this is about decency and humanity for our fellow man. The time for pointing fingers and who did what needs to be over. These are the adults of tomorrow, not pawns in a game of political chess. They are tiny human beings whose lives may well be forever altered by the adversity they face each day.

tear stained dirty faces
children crying for mercy
summer camp nightmare

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Frank J. Tassone Haikai Challenge # 92 Independence The United States celebrates Independence Day this Thursday, July 4th. This year, the celebration of the birth of the US happens in the disquieting shadow of the chaos occuring at the country’s southern border:

A chaotic scene of sickness and filth is unfolding in an overcrowded border station in Clint, Tex., where hundreds of young people who have recently crossed the border are being held, according to lawyers who visited the facility this week. Some of the children have been there for nearly a month. Children as young as 7 and 8, many of them wearing clothes caked with snot and tears, are caring for infants they’ve just met, the lawyers said. Toddlers without diapers are relieving themselves in their pants. Teenage mothers are wearing clothes stained with breast milk. Most of the young detainees have not been able to shower or wash their clothes since they arrived at the facility, those who visited said. They have no access to toothbrushes, toothpaste or soap. [Hundreds of migrant children have now been transferred out of the facility.] “There is a stench,” said Elora Mukherjee, director of the Immigrants’ Rights Clinic at Columbia Law School, one of the lawyers who visited the facility. “The overwhelming majority of children have not bathed since they crossed the border.” –New York Times, June 21, 2019: ‘There is a Stench’: Soiled Clothes and No Baths for Migrant Children at a Texas Center By Caitlin Dickerson

Colleen’s weekly Poetry Challenge: No. 134

#Tanka: Two Hearts Together

In the beginning
no spark of recognition
what I remember
a deep voice, a calm presence
warm eyes sparkling in sunlight

brief conversations
daily pleasantries exchanged
eyes barely meeting
as if once we truly looked
we would never turn away

Then came the moment
we could no longer resist
undeniably
electrifying touches
my matte grey world shined brighter


First date, crab dinner
mouths swimming in blue ocean
cold pitchers of beer
white energy pulling us
into each other’s safe arms


First taste of your lips
sweet as wildflower honey
I’m lost in your gaze
tawny golden mischief shines
your body hungers for mine


a summer romance
now a lifetime of true love
blooming in cool spring
falling into autumn leaves
snuggling on cold winter nights


So many seasons
watching sunrise and sunset
I still see your love
when blue moon shines on your face
and stars dance in golden eyes

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1693 Two Hearts Together

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. 
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and her Amazon Author Page

To Travel the Unknown Eternity

How many doors must one pass through
on the way to an unknown eternity
how many thresholds must there be
to find your freedom and soul’s peace
Do you walk over them with swift brevity
or relive each life lesson, never to surcease

Do some of the rooms hold glimpses
of the moments that shaped you forever
while others hold visions of the future
floating in the shimmering zephyr

Is death the final end or only the beginning
of an ancient journey filled with new wonders
of foreign worlds, unfamiliar and brimming
with well traveled roads inviting you to wander
wearing scuffed shoes from a previous life
with the weight of your past on your shoulders

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

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I Do Not Know for Sure

David Ray Landau

” If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one.”- from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

I do not know for sure what waits for you on the other side
but this I know my friend, you have many souls for guides,
for unconditional love gave you warrior wings to soar
high among the moon and stars to unknown distant shores.

Each time we remember you and your gentle grace,
as we raise our glistening eyes up to heaven’s gate,
we’ll feel your love forever in the warm sun’s embrace
knowing you will be there waiting, saving us a place.

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Author’s Note: Yesterday, a small group of us had an urn sealing ceremony and said good-bye to our amazing friend. The poem above was my contribution. Afterwards, we all went to a family owned Italian restaurant and had dinner paid for by Dave. These were his wishes — no flowers, no fancy memorial, only good friends enjoying a meal, and missing his physical presence at the table. But he was there in every remembrance, every Dave story, and every tear shed with hearty laughter. He lived his life with bravery and wit. We will miss his beautiful smile — until we meet again Dave. We love you.

Per David’s wishes: The David R. Landau Hospitality Scholarship Fund is a 501(c)(3) charitable organization with the purpose of granting scholarships every year to one or more students in the Hospitality Program at Grand Canyon University (GCU).  As a founding faculty member of the Hospitality program at GCU, David Landau made it his mission to help students pursue their higher education goals.  David wanted to continue his work even after his passing.  

Promote Yourself Monday July 1, 2019

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#Troiku: Snow of Yesterday

the snow of yesterday
each new flake perfect
swirling in air

that fell like cherry blossoms
drifting down to alight
among the mother’s roots

is water once again
nourishing creation
infinite rhythm of life

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

A tradition among Zen monks was to write a last haiku when they were about to pass out of this life to the next. This haiku by Gozan was written by him at the age of 71 in 1789.

the snow of yesterday
that fell like cherry blossoms
is water once again

© Gozan (1789)

It shows the circle of life a popular belief in Zen Buddhism. It also has the metaphorical meaning of transience as well with the cherry blossoms lasting a week, and snow melting almost immediately upon touching the ground. This kind of “death haiku” or “jisei” was and is still used by a lot of haiku poets around the world. – Source: Chèvrefeuille 

Carpe Diem Troiku Month #1691 The Snow of Yesterday

#Troiku: Heat Waves

heat waves
distant shimmering mirage
dancing on hot sand

bringing to the desert
a distant oasis
brimming with wonder

an ocean view
blending of hot and cool
light reflections

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: #1687 Troiku Month Heat Waves

Author’s Note: The haiku given to create a Troiku:

heat waves
bringing to the desert
an ocean view

© Jane Reichhold (extracted from “A Dictionary of Haiku”, the online version)

Linda is an author, poet, wife, and mother. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband of 22 years and her dog, Ricky Bobby who loves to go real fast. She writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. Several of her works have appeared in various anthologies and online literary magazines. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and her Amazon Author Page