The Toast Point Haiku Contest!

November Entries

Jim-Ski Rock Ho writes 11/30

My penis is numb
Since the aliens landed
Could this be their plan?

Blood-red clitoris
Apotheosis of life
Why do you mock me?

Three fingers she took
While wailing Byzantine chants
Baptism complete!

Mr. Ho also wrote three other haikus which the Sage thought would offend most readers. You are welcome to read them if you wish.

Michael Hall writes 11/30

Form grows into space
(And a river runs through it)
At Fallingwater

Toast Point's parents are Wright fans and visited Fallingwater a couple of years ago...

John Tower Escargot writes 11/28

Fuchsa-red tinctured
Christmas cactus buds perking
On green, crabby limbs.

andie2u@aol.com writes 11/28

When an atom splits
Small things can cause big problems
Details are devils.

Gold Star! He does as I say.
Definition of a slave:
A man who wants sex!

Better than chocolate
Antidote for modern angst
Pasta, I love you!

Erking writes 11/27

It rains. Upon my
Shoulders, a dark muse quivers
Whisp'ring lonely words

Shuzen writes 11/27

kouyou ya
kareki kakusezu
akino kure

ONYTONY writes three 11/26

A lonely man sits,
The world drifts by, unaware,
Another cold day....

Final flakes of snow,
Melting in the warm spring breeze
Love begins to bloom!

Flowers start to bloom,
Butterflies go to and fro,
Achoo! Spring is here!

netlover@iia.org writes 11/24

Strikes one, two, and three.
In baseball it is OK.
In life it is not.

Jeannette McHargue writes 11/22

My soul burns for you
Is passion an emotion?
I believe a curse

P. Kindershpiel writes 11/21

Coming in from the
Cold, electric lights throw stiff
Shadows on moist eyes.

Matthew L. Rotando writes 11/21

Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!
I pulled out all my butthairs!
It hurts like crazy!

Lisa Schapiro writes 11/21

Dust angel, dark doll
You are ancient, your black eyes
Trained on the stillness.

Because of Toast Point,
The Sage, too, now there's a place
For haiku. Thank you!

You're welcome!

Kivas Fajo writes 11/21

Reading old letters,
I thought of you; your love. Oh,
That sinking feeling!!

Trying to forget
You, tearing my heart, dying
During the process.

erk writes 11/20

However I dream
Of the softly blinding snow
I still know the sun

Delicate music
Pounds softly on my senses
Leaving just stillness

Zale of the Universe writes 11/20

The grey cabinet
Sat brooding and desolate
It was sad and cold.

Lisa Schapiro writes 11/20

Vegetarian -
I lasted three weeks. Evil
Sesame chicken!

John Tower Escargot writes 11/20

Solomon's Star
Shining brilliantly confirms
The Sage's wisdom.

The Sage is not above being flattered...

John Morgan writes 11/20

Rose petals fall, now
Kaleidoscope street colors
Yesterday's perfume

Isaac writes 11/18

Thanksgiving banquet . . .
Orange leaves falling, chilling wind
Warmth of family.

Modern Day Juliet writes 11/18

Fireplace: red, glowing
The embers begin to fade
Night growing colder

Home Boy Saunders writes 11/18

Sweaty gym, cold night
Fake, dribble, spinning hook...swish!
Buzzer sounds, crowd roars.

Don McLeod writes 11/18

Flapping to and fro
The hollow yellow windsock
Full of direction

Jeannette McHargue writes 11/17

The whisper of love
Inspired by just your breath
Tickles me always

Elaine Poulsen writes 11/17

Fear not the wombat
In times before now it trod
Where Wal Mart doth stand.

Lisa Schapiro writes a triplet 11/17

To capture in verse
That cold and heavy burning -
What November leaves

Behind on the sheets
Of the soul, like cold fire -
But it's not for words.

It remains instead
Carried deep, a yearning that
Grows from year to year.

David Paul Olsen submits a bunch 11/17

Dust dancing sun beams
Sun sets in autumn sky
Dust dances in mind

Gold Star! Little eyes sparkle
Tiny feet scamper away
Alas, children grow...

Gold Star! Jointed legs clinging
Silver thread drifting on wind
Traveling spider

Gold Star! Silken panties ripped
Lips, tongue tasting sweet nectar
Curled in ecstasy

Moonlit breasts glisten
Hardening, water rippling
Approach timidly

Isaac writes 11/16

Anthony piddles,
It takes him one hour to dress. . .
Summer, winter, fall.

ONYTONY writes 11/16

Marlon is my friend,
Marlon is a jerk, oh yeah!
Why am I his friend?

Once again, the Sage notes that this is not the forum for a flame war...

Anonymous writes 11/16

Gimme a star
Or I'll tell my mom you're a
Star-pinching Sage!

The Sage responds: No one likes a tattletale...

Kivas Fajo writes 11/16

The Sage writes witty
Comments, verily. Why doesn't he
Use haiku verse too?

I think that the Sage
Should be our guide and mentor.
So Pleeeeeese use Haiku!!!

So the Sage responds...
Why should I haiku-comment?
We want your haikus!

Away from your warmth,
What use to me are all the
Freshly fallen snows?

John Tower Escargot writes 11/15

The fog covers and
Cools the City to keep it
From overheating

Victoria... writes 11/13

metamorphosis,
winter crystalizes fall
raindrops to snowflakes.

Kivas Fajo writes 11/12

Sunday night: I am
Tired. Just this one kiss and
Haiku to say bye.

Kivas Fajo writes 11/10

Eating hot roasted
Chestnuts at my love's place, out-
Side: November fog.

Friday evening: I
Am lonely; try to make new
Haikus. No success.

Andie writes 11/10

Graced with a Gold Star!
O sages wiser than I,
Haikyou very much!

The Sage grins broadly.

Lisa Schapiro writes 11/8

When no one knows what
Your actual job is, you're
More dispensable.

When you put yourself
In a helpful place, people
Forget that it's help.

Gold Star! How is it that some
Speak freely, with confidence,
While others smoulder?

Andie DiFranza writes 11/8

Roaring water falls
In droplets that shatter light
On fragrant green moss.

Gold Star! Yellow leaves, grey sky,
Dampness in the autumn air
Tastes of burning wood.

One more 6 AM
My neighbor's dogs are yapping,
Crapping on my lawn.

Marlon & Amy write 11/7

Postino drowning
Lonesome the sea crashing here
Ave Maria

A.M. Harding writes 11/7

Loud music crying,
When will the singer's wail end?
...perhaps this winter?

Joy Hattie writes 11/7

Vous êtes très haineux
O maîtres de mes soirées libres
Rédactions, rapports....

John Tower Escargot writes (and keeps changing) 11/7

Liar, liar, kiss
Of fire! Fire, fire,
Fire down below!

and shares from a Chinese Poem

The robin's sweet song
Complaining of hunger and
Thirst, and freezing cold

Walrean writes 11/7

The Italian walked
Down the stairs and tripped over
The calico cat

T M Alper writes 11/7

Little angel boy
Sleeps clutching his stuffed doggy;
Toy trains in the bed.
Note from the Sage - Awwwww....

Vending machine lunch:
Egg salad sandwich, fig bar,
Diet Mountain Dew.

Kivas Fajo writes 11/6

Chancellor Gorkon
Is dead. Rabin is dead. Why
Is Star Trek not real?

S. A. Rose writes 11/5

Frigid, bone cold, toe
in my lover's mouth, gnawing
sensation to cry

Kivas Fajo writes 11/5

Last night: I fucked
your tits, cunt, ass. The surprise:
I did not dream it.

Gold Star! The Sage shall not give
me stars for my last haiku.
Why care? I've you.
The Sage was only startled, then curious as to whether "fucked" is pronounced with two syllables.

I am the well-known
Dead leaf, the autumn winds blow,
you trample upon me.

J. Allen Moats, God of Chaos & Insanity writes 11/2

Falling tears of flame,
Sparks in the darkness of night
Why do the gods cry?

Lisa Schapiro writes 11/2

In a cubicle
She sips coffee, to combat
The November rain.

Miles Standish writes 11/1

Thanksgiving turkey
Mashed potatoes with gravy
Let the feast begin!

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