am·a·teur
\ˈa-mə-(ˌ)tər, -ˌtu̇r, -ˌtyu̇r, -ˌchu̇r, -chər\ n. often attrib

[F, from L amator lover, fr. amare to love]

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 22

I'm continuing my haiku story based on Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day prompts.

Today's prompt.

Twenty two days, twenty two haiku. 



beyond the welkin
a sleepy angel awakes
off to work wings brushed

the commute is quick
one giant leap for mankind
for angel one step 

the task is simple
persuade men to be happy
that's what angels do

since the creation
happiness has been men's foe
men prefer ruin 

men long for passion
harmony unsettles them
men would rather burn

men inhale cities
drink beneath the rural moon
on the airplane wings 

ever amateur
created in God's image
hopelessly human 

torment their lovers
dance themselves to destruction
ever lonely men 

finding no refuge
men cry when they see the Pope
vagabond pilgrims 

empires rise and fall
look back foresee the future
humans do not change 

men bend their beliefs
divide sex and sentiment
still believe in love 

strolls through central park
wild quarrels starting over 
beautiful and damned

men battle their beasts
walk along the precipice
all the sad young men

if i were God i
dancers and storytellers
always reasoning 

love is all there is
still men crave bitter in sweet
never satisfied

men beat on borne back
ceaselessly into the past
silent tombstones speak 

lost generation
paradigmatic writings
jazz age any age 

winter dreams wear off
the prickly dust of late spring
freshness of lilacs 

pink floating dresses
pink babies in pink bonnets
it all starts anew 

a tight fellowship
flappers and philosophers
a curious case 

men tamper with faith
yet at the end of the day
all want to come home 

men want to repent
quit the Godless dirty games
men want to be loved



To be continued tomorrow...

Sasha A. Palmer

Monday, April 21, 2014

2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 21

I'm continuing my haiku story based on Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day prompts.

Today's prompt-back to basics.

Twenty one days, twenty one haiku. 



beyond the welkin
a sleepy angel awakes
off to work wings brushed

the commute is quick
one giant leap for mankind
for angel one step 

the task is simple
persuade men to be happy
that's what angels do

since the creation
happiness has been men's foe
men prefer ruin 

men long for passion
harmony unsettles them
men would rather burn

men inhale cities
drink beneath the rural moon
on the airplane wings 

ever amateur
created in God's image
hopelessly human 

torment their lovers
dance themselves to destruction
ever lonely men 

finding no refuge
men cry when they see the Pope
vagabond pilgrims 

empires rise and fall
look back foresee the future
humans do not change 

men bend their beliefs
divide sex and sentiment
still believe in love 

strolls through central park
wild quarrels starting over 
beautiful and damned

men battle their beasts
walk along the precipice
all the sad young men

if i were God i
dancers and storytellers
always reasoning 

love is all there is
still men crave bitter in sweet
never satisfied

men beat on borne back
ceaselessly into the past
silent tombstones speak 

lost generation
paradigmatic writings
jazz age any age 

winter dreams wear off
the prickly dust of late spring
freshness of lilacs 

pink floating dresses
pink babies in pink bonnets
it all starts anew 

a tight fellowship
flappers and philosophers
a curious case 

men tamper with faith
yet at the end of the day
all want to come home



To be continued tomorrow...

Sasha A. Palmer

Sunday, April 20, 2014

2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 20

I'm continuing my haiku story based on Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day prompts.

Today's prompt-family-is here.

Twenty days, twenty haiku. 



beyond the welkin
a sleepy angel awakes
off to work wings brushed

the commute is quick
one giant leap for mankind
for angel one step 

the task is simple
persuade men to be happy
that's what angels do

since the creation
happiness has been men's foe
men prefer ruin 

men long for passion
harmony unsettles them
men would rather burn

men inhale cities
drink beneath the rural moon
on the airplane wings 

ever amateur
created in God's image
hopelessly human 

torment their lovers
dance themselves to destruction
ever lonely men 

finding no refuge
men cry when they see the Pope
vagabond pilgrims 

empires rise and fall
look back foresee the future
humans do not change 

men bend their beliefs
divide sex and sentiment
still believe in love 

strolls through central park
wild quarrels starting over 
beautiful and damned

men battle their beasts
walk along the precipice
all the sad young men

if i were God i
dancers and storytellers
always reasoning 

love is all there is
still men crave bitter in sweet
never satisfied

men beat on borne back
ceaselessly into the past
silent tombstones speak 

lost generation
paradigmatic writings
jazz age any age 

winter dreams wear off
the prickly dust of late spring
freshness of lilacs 

pink floating dresses
pink babies in pink bonnets
it all starts anew 

a tight fellowship
flappers and philosophers
a curious case



To be continued tomorrow...

Sasha A. Palmer

Saturday, April 19, 2014

2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 19

I'm continuing my haiku story based on Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day prompts.

Today's prompt-color-is here.

Nineteen days, nineteen haiku. 



beyond the welkin
a sleepy angel awakes
off to work wings brushed

the commute is quick
one giant leap for mankind
for angel one step 

the task is simple
persuade men to be happy
that's what angels do

since the creation
happiness has been men's foe
men prefer ruin 

men long for passion
harmony unsettles them
men would rather burn

men inhale cities
drink beneath the rural moon
on the airplane wings 

ever amateur
created in God's image
hopelessly human 

torment their lovers
dance themselves to destruction
ever lonely men 

finding no refuge
men cry when they see the Pope
vagabond pilgrims 

empires rise and fall
look back foresee the future
humans do not change 

men bend their beliefs
divide sex and sentiment
still believe in love 

strolls through central park
wild quarrels starting over 
beautiful and damned

men battle their beasts
walk along the precipice
all the sad young men

if i were God i
dancers and storytellers
always reasoning 

love is all there is
still men crave bitter in sweet
never satisfied

men beat on borne back
ceaselessly into the past
silent tombstones speak 

lost generation
paradigmatic writings
jazz age any age 

winter dreams wear off
the prickly dust of late spring
freshness of lilacs 

pink floating dresses
pink babies in pink bonnets
it all starts anew



To be continued tomorrow...

Sasha A. Palmer

Friday, April 18, 2014

2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 18

I'm continuing my haiku story based on Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day prompts.

Today's prompt-weather-is here.

Eighteen days, eighteen haiku. 



beyond the welkin
a sleepy angel awakes
off to work wings brushed

the commute is quick
one giant leap for mankind
for angel one step 

the task is simple
persuade men to be happy
that's what angels do

since the creation
happiness has been men's foe
men prefer ruin 

men long for passion
harmony unsettles them
men would rather burn

men inhale cities
drink beneath the rural moon
on the airplane wings 

ever amateur
created in God's image
hopelessly human 

torment their lovers
dance themselves to destruction
ever lonely men 

finding no refuge
men cry when they see the Pope
vagabond pilgrims 

empires rise and fall
look back foresee the future
humans do not change 

men bend their beliefs
divide sex and sentiment
still believe in love 

strolls through central park
wild quarrels starting over 
beautiful and damned

men battle their beasts
walk along the precipice
all the sad young men

if i were God i
dancers and storytellers
always reasoning 

love is all there is
still men crave bitter in sweet
never satisfied

men beat on borne back
ceaselessly into the past
silent tombstones speak 

lost generation
paradigmatic writings
jazz age any age 

winter dreams wear off
the prickly dust of late spring
freshness of lilacs



To be continued tomorrow...

Sasha A. Palmer

Thursday, April 17, 2014

2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 17

I'm continuing my haiku story based on Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day prompts.

Today's prompt-pop culture-is here.

Seventeen days, seventeen haiku. 



beyond the welkin
a sleepy angel awakes
off to work wings brushed

the commute is quick
one giant leap for mankind
for angel one step 

the task is simple
persuade men to be happy
that's what angels do

since the creation
happiness has been men's foe
men prefer ruin 

men long for passion
harmony unsettles them
men would rather burn

men inhale cities
drink beneath the rural moon
on the airplane wings 

ever amateur
created in God's image
hopelessly human 

torment their lovers
dance themselves to destruction
ever lonely men 

finding no refuge
men cry when they see the Pope
vagabond pilgrims 

empires rise and fall
look back foresee the future
humans do not change 

men bend their beliefs
divide sex and sentiment
still believe in love 

strolls through central park
wild quarrels starting over 
beautiful and damned

men battle their beasts
walk along the precipice
all the sad young men

if i were God i
dancers and storytellers
always reasoning 

love is all there is
still men crave bitter in sweet
never satisfied

men beat on borne back
ceaselessly into the past
silent tombstones speak 

lost generation
paradigmatic writings
jazz age any age



To be continued tomorrow...

Sasha A. Palmer

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 16

I'm continuing my haiku story based on Poetic Asides Poem-A-Day prompts.

Today's prompt-elegy-is here.

Sixteen days, sixteen haiku. 



beyond the welkin
a sleepy angel awakes
off to work wings brushed

the commute is quick
one giant leap for mankind
for angel one step 

the task is simple
persuade men to be happy
that's what angels do

since the creation
happiness has been men's foe
men prefer ruin 

men long for passion
harmony unsettles them
men would rather burn

men inhale cities
drink beneath the rural moon
on the airplane wings 

ever amateur
created in God's image
hopelessly human 

torment their lovers
dance themselves to destruction
ever lonely men 

finding no refuge
men cry when they see the Pope
vagabond pilgrims 

empires rise and fall
look back foresee the future
humans do not change 

men bend their beliefs
divide sex and sentiment
still believe in love 

strolls through central park
wild quarrels starting over 
beautiful and damned

men battle their beasts
walk along the precipice
all the sad young men

if i were God i
dancers and storytellers
always reasoning 

love is all there is
still men crave bitter in sweet
never satisfied

men beat on borne back
ceaselessly into the past
silent tombstones speak



To be continued tomorrow...

Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur