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December 28, 2013

When A Loved One Dies: A Salaam Alaikum

A salaam alaikum / Peace be unto you. . .

 

 

 

 

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February 29, 2012

HAIKU for Strong Sistahfriends

Here’s yesterday’s seventeen syllables/haiku:


For the Strong Sistahs  

© by Emily P. Lawsin

love and shout-outs to

all the sistahfriends who build

this bridge called my back.

 

February 28, 2012

Detroit

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January 2, 2012

Day 2: Haiku When New Year’s Falls on a Sunday

Filed under: Free-Writes,Los Angeles,Poetry — EL @ 1:21 pm
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Happy 1-2-12! I’m trying to keep my new year’s resolution of writing more and loving more each day. Here’s Day 2’s haiku (poems with 17 syllables that are usually lines of 5 syllables-7 syllables-5 syllables). Please leave a comment here on the blog (as every writer, especially me, needs the encouragement)! 🙂  Maraming Salamat/Many Thanks for reading. 

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First Sunday: Global Warming?

© by Emily P. Lawsin

a kink out of place:

eighty degrees, new year’s day,

no parade of thorns?

1-2-12

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January 1, 2012

New Year’s Haiku

Filed under: Free-Writes,Poetry — EL @ 1:29 pm
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Happy 2012 Haiku
(c) by Emily P. Lawsin

New Resolutions:
write more and love more each day,
release fears and guilt.

Starting now, day one.
Manigong Bagong Taon =
Happy New Year, love.

🙂

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August 27, 2011

MORE POEMS: For Blair (While I Was Away)

Blair 2006 David Lewinski Photo

Today, another memorial for our brotherfriend, singer-songwriter / National Poetry Slam Champion, Blair, will be held in his hometown of Newton, New Jersey. I wish I could be there, but have family obligations here in Detroit. Here are more haikus and poems I wrote after I heard that Blair died. Hearing such tragic news while out of town makes one realize what makes a city a home. I love and miss you, Blair. Thank you for everything you did for me, our family, and our world.

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Haikus for the Haiku Champion, David Blair (9/19/67 – 7/23/11)

© by Emily P. Lawsin

Monday, July 25, 2011, Del Mar, California

Sunset near Del Mar, the day after Blair died.

In Exile in Del Mar

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most would enjoy this

self-imposed exile at the

foot of the ocean

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thousands of miles

away from where they found you

in the Corktown Inn.

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Sir Duke belted on

my phone; i thought it was Grace.

the news numbed, threw me.

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i locked myself in

the bathroom to cry all day

humming “no, no! why?”

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Blair 2008 Photo by David Lewinski

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Lost South of L.A.

remembering your

last visit here to help your

friend, queen of type keys.

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Blair Had a Fear of Flying?

despite your fear of

flying, you soar far and wide

above all others.

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There’s No Room at the Inn, Blair (Or, Anger is the 2nd Stage)

Blair 2006 David Lewinski Photo

 © by Emily P. Lawsin

 Tuesday, July 26, 2011 2:43 AM Pacific Time, Buena Vista, California 

for David Blair (9/19/67 – 7/23/11)

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for the second night in a row since your sunset

i sit in a strange motel room

struck with insomnia amidst the inquiries of your passing

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a man cussing, paces drunk outside my window

i can hear his voice above the rumble of the a/c

ten minutes past last call

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i want to scream back at him,

throw the spikes of my high-heeled shoes at him,

show him how we would take care of this problem in the D

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i imagine lighting his foul mouth on fire

with the stench of the incinerator

just a few blocks from your many homes

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i wonder what has wounded this stranger

that would allow him to crash my private pity party:

afraid to lie down and innocently rest like you did

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just to catch my breath.

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   Blair, You Made the Earth Quake

Blair in Detroit. Photo by David Lewinski

© by Emily P. Lawsin

 Thursday, July 28, 2011, 4:55 AM Pacific Time, Culver City, California  

for David Blair (9/19/67 – 7/23/11)

On the night you left this earth,

The ground shaked,

While everyone else in this Crowded House slept.

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A 3.3 earthquake centered near Gardena,

For just the length of an Urban Folk verse,

Jolted me awake.

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I searched for a news report

To see if anyone else felt it,

Or if it was just the washing machine in the garage,

Or my imagination, spinning.

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On the radio, Purple Rain played.

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Tell me: when the soils shook this sunbelt sliver of our shores,

Was that you

Trying to find us to wave goodbye?

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Or the angels

Lifting you up to your violet colored sky?

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Or the gardens of bees rumbling

Because you had not yet bid them Farewell?

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Or the ancestors’ spirits, trying to ground you,

Who knew it really wasn’t your time to leave?

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For my other poems/blogs about Blair, click HERE  https://divadiba.wordpress.com/?s=blair

The New Jersey Herald just published an article on Blair, HERE.

To read the cover story Remembering Blair in Detroit’s Metro Times, click HERE. 

To read  the article by Scott Kurashige eulogizing Blair, in The Michigan Citizen newspaper, click HERE.

To read The Michigan Citizen article about Blair’s funeral in Detroit and the text of his “Detroit (While I Was Away)” poem, click HERE.

To see videos of Blair performing songs and poems, see his manager Serious Artists, HERE

Thank you to David Lewinski, for the beautiful photographs of Blair: http://www.thebestphotographerindetroit.com/davidblair

Donations for Blair’s family and a healthcare fund for Detroit artists are still welcome at www.dblair.org

Rest in Peace and Poetry, my friend.

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April 9, 2011

Haikus of Daughter’s Hope in Detroit

I found some old journals, with a series of poems that I wrote four years ago, when my daughter was just a baby, learning to walk and talk. Here are one weekend’s worth of my favorite haikus: poems that have exactly 17 syllables, usually with three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables each. Coincidentally, I wrote these when she was 17 months old, a very precious age. With thanks to: our Detroiters Dream for Children group for their constant inspiration; to Julia Putnam and Jackie Victor for always asking, “Where do we see hope in the city for our children?”; and to Grace and Jimmy Boggs for always asking, “What can we be that our children can see?”

Haikus of Hope in Detroit:

17-Month-Old Daughter’s 17 Syllables

© by Emily P. Lawsin

Friday-Sunday, March 23-25, 2007


Stroller Ride Home from Preschool

“Ha? What’s that?” she points

at the working stoplight, with

cooing river winds.

 

Recycle!

“Uh-oh,” she states,

raking plastic grocery bags

fallen to the ground.


Rice and Resistance

Hope rests in toddler’s

balled fist: full of sticky rice,

she opens to share.


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