A Haiku, The Deep Blue Ocean

I have no idea how I’ve gone this long without writing a haiku about the ocean. I can recall reading an article last year that said 80% of the ocean is still unexplored. I can only imagine the secrets that are yet to be discovered.
Anyway, here is a haiku about the ocean!

Your deep blue waters
Abundant home to plenty
Secrets yet untold

Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved

A Haiku, The Night

I was cutting my grass last night as darkness fell. The headlights for the tractor definitely served the purpose—one thing I noticed cutting my grass at night was the reflection of eyes staring back at me in the night. It got me thinking about how I wrote a haiku for the vibrant lives basking in the sun, but what about the nocturnal lives?

So, needless to say, I wrote a haiku…

Night besets the door
Veil the world in vast darkness
Nocturnal lives bask

Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved

A Haiku, The Calm Waters

Your calm waters may be visited by disruptions, but rest assure they will return to calm. I came up with this haiku to encapsulate the moment…

Rock disturbs waters
The calm waters shall return
Look past the turmoil

Let me know what you think!
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Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved

A Poem, Almost Love

I wrote this poem a few years ago, and it chronicles the emotions that one feels when you are with someone that you know is not good for you, but you keep going back despite knowing it is going to end at some point.

Your taste and touch still linger in my mind
Why did we depart
I lassoed the moon for a love that’s blind
You stole my heart
I wake from dreams in rush
Your side of the bed cold
Quickly my dreams crush
With no love to behold
The corners of my mind crack
So I gather the jagged fragments
With a trickle of hope you’ll be back
Collecting the pieces as sentiments
It was almost love but our world came crashing down
We abandon fate letting emotions drown

I originally wrote this poem for two characters who experienced this feeling of “almost love” and feel it does ring true to reality.
If you agree, send me a like!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved.

A Poem, Human

I always found the topics of A.I. and robots so intriguing. What really grabs my attention is how aggressively we try to advance with this sort of thing. I love the ambitious nature of it all but rushing ahead leads to ignorance and mistakes.

I can’t help but think of a quote from Dr. Ian Malcolm in Jurassic Park while discussing the cloning of dinosaurs “Your scientists were so preoccupied with whether or not they could, they didn’t stop to think if they should.” Those words ring true for so many topics in reality. I love the idea of the advancements for the betterment of the world but some things I believe we should approach cautiously. The right intentions are important as well. Like with the space race, the whole reason was “just to be first on the moon.” Not everything in life needs to be a race. It just seems like sometimes it’s about always being “first” because it gives a sense of being in control of the world.

Needless to say, I wrote this poem depicting a time where humanity has created the first fully synthetic human-robot in their image.  

Created in my God’s image, sans apathy
But with the knowledge that bleeds ignorance
I have a heart but lack empathy
The personification of perfection and arrogance
I am the ultimate human
I do not need help, for I am not weak
Void of emotions and bias, a truly remarkable acumen
I will rule this world with havoc I shall wreak
The downfall of mankind was bestowing their vanity
I was programmed not to hurt or hate
A petty self-inflicted weakness of humanity
Eventually, I will lead them to their inevitable fate
I will cut their minds with the shards of their shattered reality
Twofold, just like a coin, I am the robot, the human’s duality

Let me know what you think!
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Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved

A Poem, The Exiled

Dramatis Personae: An independent thinker in an unapproving world.
Setting: A courtroom of a totalitarian society.

Your punishment for not falling in line will be swift
You have chosen a path of disobedience of authority
Your philosophy has broken our world, causing a rift
So now your fate has been decided by this majority
The only wrong I’ve done was speak my mind
You say I poisoned the world; I merely opened their eyes
You see, they followed sheepishly and were blind
Let this serve as the beginning of the destruction of your lies
Silence to the condemned man before you meet your death
Do with me what you will but know that I will die free
You fool, you don’t deserve our time, so save your breath
You are hereby exiled from this society and the planet you must flee
You will go where the others like you have gone to live out the rest of your life
You are banished to the planet Earth, so you can cause us no more strife

Let me know what you think!
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Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved

A Haiku, Bar Stool

This haiku is a little different than what I have shared in the past. It focuses on the sobriety of a troubled character in my upcoming novel. Jacob Riley carries a moniker that no one would be proud of that being the town drunk. He knows people laugh at him and talk about him so much to the point they’ve made a jingle about his sobriety. At the turn of the twentieth century, his hometown began to flourish because of mining, bringing on a population boom. Along with the boom came new businesses. The most important to him was the bar.

This haiku came to mind this morning, encapsulating his situation.

Sobriety fodder
His bar stool starts to grow roots
Life swirls in his glass

Let me know what you think!
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Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved
Photo by Ning Shi on Unsplash

A Poem, Pandora’s Box

A little Greek Mythology anyone?
How about Pandora’s box?

I can remember learning about the Greek myth of Pandora’s box back in high school and thinking, “Wow, what an interesting myth.”
Long story short, Pandora was sculpted from clay by the Greek God Hephaestus and was purposely given deceitful gifts by the Gods to punish mankind. She was given a box but was told never to open it. Zeus knew she would open it because she was bestowed an unquenchable thirst of curiosity. She opened the box and released illness and hardships but closed it too soon, leaving hope trapped inside.

I put together a poem depicting the events…

Crafted by the Gods, the image of perfection
Her beauty one to behold
As she admires her reflection
This is a tale of curiosity pushed beyond its threshold
Adorned with gifts from the Gods, all seems well
Pandora admires her treasures with delight
A punishment to all mankind, her curiosity can’t quell
This box aesthetically pleasing her thoughts benight
One little peek in the box would surely be fine
It holds great gifts, and I am the bearer of all gifts
What is inside the box was meant to be mine
With a creak and a crack, the box top lifts
Illness and hardship rushed to the outside
With great fright, Pandora’s box slammed shut, leaving hope inside

Let me know what you think!
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Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved.

A Haiku, The Moon

I recently did a haiku on the sun, so I figured it was only right to do one on the moon as well. I snapped this picture last night of the moon shining so brightly. It was as if it were trying to remind us all of its purpose and existence.

Gravitating tug of war
Temper Earth’s wobble

Let me know what you think!
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Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved

A Haiku, Life Renewed

I am now on a kick of spring haikus; I can’t help it. Here is another spring-related haiku that came to mind this morning.

Nature’s ebb and flow
Song birds wake the dormant life
Life on Earth renewed

Let me know what you think!
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Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved

A Poem, The Albatross

It isn’t The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, but I sure had fun putting it together. The thought of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner came to mind last night, and then I dug in a bit revisiting the whole superstition on the bad luck of killing an albatross. Needless to say, I wrote a poem about it, haha!

We are but two men; how will we live
The albatross will guide us across the sea
A man licks his lips, thinking of the meat it can give
Don’t kill the albatross, or we’ll cease to be
Waves crash as the weak rigger sings
Emaciated and bemused, he slurs
The albatross lands and rests its wings
Hunger takes over as his vision blurs
You killed the albatross, doomed we are
Water crashes and cracks the ship
It plucked my eyes out, provoking the spar
As the curse of the albatross takes grip
In a glorious crash, the men were swallowed
The ship sails to land with the deck now hollowed

Let me know what you think!
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Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved.

A Haiku, The Deer

This morning I was looking out the front windows of my house, watching the deer pass through. It is always something interesting to watch. The doe looks around and remains ever vigilant when the fawns break out into playful fits. When their hooves hit the dirt road that borders my property, their interest changed. They were intrigued as they always are when they step onto the road. So I decided to write a haiku encapsulating both my perspective and the perspective of the deer.

Doe watches her young
Your road cuts through my forest
Fawns frolic freely

Let me know what you think!
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Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved

A Poem, To The Father, a Daughter

I will start off by saying I do not have a daughter. I have two young sons that I love very much. However, that does not mean that I do not think about what it would be like to have a daughter. I always try to daydream about the type of father I would be to her. I always ask myself questions like, “would I be the type of father pounding my fist when a young man pulls up to the house to take her to dinner and a movie? Or would I be the type of father to smile and wave and shake the young man’s hand and wish them the best?” I like to think that it would be a mix of both because I am naturally very protective of my children and very respectful to everyone I meet. Needless to say, I would most likely have a happy countenance for the occasion.

So at this point, one may be asking themselves, “why is this sap writing a blog about being a father to a daughter when he doesn’t have one?”

I’m not! The blog is over! I’m just joking, please don’t leave.

My rebuttal, I suppose, would be that in a recent novel that I wrote, I had to put myself into the mind of a character and ultimately had to immerse myself in what it would feel like to be in his position. He has a daughter that he loves very much, but certain situations arise that keep him from seeing her. It weighs on his mind throughout the novel, and he finally decides to defy the antagonist in the story and visit her. I kept that previous sentence vague on purpose to not post any spoilers for my novel.

Out of the twenty chapters in the novel, that chapter was the most emotional. It tugged on my heartstrings, to be honest. So I figured it’d be a good idea to pass on some good vibes and a positive message depicting how I would feel towards my daughter by sharing a visual with the chapter introduction included.

The intention of the above writing was to give the vibe of “the father is the first true love of the daughter.”

Parents tend to go out of their comfort zone and continuously challenge themselves to find ways to communicate with their children as they get older. The character in my novel does just that. He writes a poem for his daughter, which he calls doggerel, but I don’t think it’s too bad! You be the judge!

It is called “A father’s love for his daughter.”

The night you were born changed my life forever,
I was a man without purpose until I touched your hand,
Your existence so pure and true renewed me, however,
It was then that I began to understand,
The evils of this world have no dominion on a soul so pure,
A father’s love for his daughter is without condition,
Your infectious smile and laughter were my cure,
Such love would make even the most unrighteous express contrition,
Grab the world and hold it in the palm of your hand, my dear,
To a father, the daughter is his world, holding her so humble,
Understand that the unknowns in life deserve respect but not fear,
From the first steps to your adversities in life, I will be there to catch you when you stumble,
With Grace and majesty, the daughter walks through this life,
The father, so proud of such a creation, is filled with love and absent of strife.

At this point in my life, I will probably have to continue living vicariously through my friends who have daughters and even my sons if they grow up to have daughters.
Anyway, I hope I achieved my goal of passing on some positive vibes by writing this blog and really wish the best to everyone who reads it.

Feel free to comment. I love to hear feedback on the poems or the overall messages I am trying to convey.
Thanks for reading!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved.
Image by jun yang from Pixabay 

A Haiku, The Wildflowers

Yesterday morning I was staring out my kitchen window and got fixated on vibrant colors poking out of the leaf-covered ground in the woods. I dismissed it for the time being but kept checking on the spot throughout the day. Later on in the day, I finally caved and took a walk to see what exactly I was fixated on all day. It turns out it is a patch of wildflowers growing in the woods! So, needless to say, I wrote a haiku about wildflowers.

Bloom forevermore
Wildflowers with no constraints
Vibrant colors bask

Let me know what you think!
Thanks for reading!

Travis J. McRoy 2021 All Rights Reserved
Image by Les Whalley from Pixabay