The Toast Point Haiku Contest!
Entries from March, 1996
Millionaire: laughing,
Pink, last week; cremated this.
Pour me another.
"Had to kill my cow."
"What a pity." Was she mad?"
Didn't look too pleased."
I dream of Jeanie
With the light brown...my God, it's
Blonde!...I'll HAVE to dream.
My wife's fingers on
My shoulder? No: just the blanket
On a cold spring night.
Grandfather is gone.
Scattered sheep are grazing on
The long, dry grasses.
After the layoffs,
Parking spaces occupied by
Cold, shuffling leaves.
High on a slope of
Sun-dried grass, a tumbleweed
Trapped by a wire fence.
Clutching flowers, he
Waits in the still summer dusk
For a passing car.
Above the doors of
A boarded-up theater,
Sunset-colored lamps.
Aero writes
03/30/96
Bleak, cold, grey landscape.
Cup the orange breast in my hand.
Robin - mutual warmth.
Two trunkless legs of
Stone are more than YOU will leave
In two thousand years.
Dominic writes 03/29/96
When I think of you,
I think why hold or be held.
I see nuts and bolts.
July 4th shower:
Skeeter larvae dance
In buckets.
Little poems fit
Tiny archipelago:
Japanese haiku.
Pencilled letters loop,
Swirl soft correspondence
From my listening.
Two-hour foal: iodine,
Three rump-shots, enema:
Blessings on your life.
Repeated sunrise
Question: "When does our day not
Re-enter Eden?"
Arthur Dent writes 03/29/96
In love's fight they came
To grips beneath wounds of nails
And teeth she sank
Better never to
Have loved: why start something bound
To finish badly?
Got two new chairs from
The garbage dump. A crying
Shame what folks chuck out.
Sleep is good, death is
Better still, but best of all -
Not to have been born.
Think that cheesy smile
Will exonerate your fart?
Wrong, Mona Lisa!
Aha! The black cat
Is back at the pool staring,
Tasting summer past.
With a strong clicking
The big chair leans way way back
His well deserved rest.
Barrels overflow
The stench of socks and lost food
Locker clean-out day.
Loud tribal music
Dark but flickering with light
The club is the cave
Big trucks eat snowflakes
Then spray salt to kill the rest
A WAR with Nature
Artists creating
Factories making new clouds
Useless industries
Aero writes
03/28/96
Conglomerate rock
Slowly rolls dropping pebbles
Along shadow trail.
CONIFER writes 03/28/96
Malicious words slash,
Shredding reputations. The
Backstabber moves on.
Cheese, chocolate, cream.
Lactose-intolerants drool
For all are but dreams
My beloved friend
Nothing but a dull figure
Spring comes, she is gone
A mournful prayer
A passing thought in my head
God, oh God, help me
A pain in my chest
Too hard to bear...killing me
Forever it lasts
Merlin writes
03/25/96
Your perfect manners
And carefully inflected
Voice: smooth, but opaque.
Aero writes
03/25/96
Hyakutake.
Gentle puff of glowing ice.
Brief visit in time.
Gulling and gliding
Winter white wings of freedom
Starboard and over.
A naked woman
Viewed is God's art admired in
The original.
Pretending to like
Jazz - rather than. say. Bach - marks
You as a lightweight.
Frank Sinatra
Always seemed a shit to me,
But women like him.
Red and white blossoms
Co-exist peacefully in
Warring centuries.
Blue-blood Alsatian
On walk with owner - of less
Noble lineage.
A class reunion
I'll go to in a suit (I
Bought it second-hand).
Much as you attract
Me personality-wise,
Your hips are too wide.
Writerman writes 03/23/96
What ever happened
To the boy I used to be?
Would he like me now?
The big cat getting
Only half in the small shit
House craps on the floor.
Why don't you take a
Hike, you and your "high I.Q." -
And fuck your haikus!
The answer is no,
I learn - without hearing that
Word: exquisite tact.
If I gave you the
Buck, how'd you learn the Lord helps
Them who help themselves?
"What did I come up
Here for?", I ask myself at
The top of the stairs.
Tetris-like, your lies,
Interlocked in rows, then zapped,
Pass the time with skill.
aero writes
03/21/96
Green fingers emerge
Reach to the spring sky, begging
For the sun's warm hug.
Takeda writes
03/21/96
Nothing you can do
Or say will offset smelling
Sardines on your breath.
What can I do to
Obliterate the longing
In your dog-brown eyes?
Akitomo writes
03/21/96
A fish jumps, making
Circles, punctuating the
Languid afternoon.
aero writes
03/21/96
do I puncuate
haiku no answer the world
ignores my question
I don't care what they
Say about me, as long as
It isn't the truth.
Aero writes
03/20/96
Infinite number
Of rocks fractured by wind and
Water grow smaller.
Rocks drop, tumble, stop.
Rising, falling over time.
Solid, e'er changing.
The cloud cries hard tears
That break down and pile up on
Earth's fragile surface.
Smooth, rounded pieces
Of solid earth in deep, damp
Layers on the shore.
Cat's paws sneak across
The water, pouncing upon
Unsuspecting sails.
First night together
Her toothpaste spit
In my bathroom sink
Very hard to find
For the fifth time this morning
The damn snooze alarm
The best parts
Of my mind
Saved on a floppy disk
Taksu writes
03/20/96
A kite floating high
In the blue seems joyful and
Free, but for the string.
Like a butterfly,
Fun dies under inspection
When it is pinned down.
Oatmeal is good for
constipation, but makes a
Good glue: go figure.
The Sage plays with it a bit...
Oatmeal (go figure)
Is good for constipation
But makes a good glue!
Doctor at left, and
Lawyer at right, he died like
Jesus - between thieves.
The used jacket seemed
A steal, yet in it aren't I
Wearing false colours?
At forty thousand
(Ten to the lawyer), getting
Rid of you was cheap.
Why do I read junk
Mail, ignoring masterworks
Saved up for old age?
You were in your plane
Alone when it crashed. I'm glad
I refused the ride.
Katsumi writes
03/15/96
Mud's return, and cries
of crows, restore our hope for
Lighter coats, spring shoots.
Red wine I have, but
Where is the offering priest,
And unleavened bread?
"May I install my
Hardware in your software?" "First,
Though, vice versa."
How beautiful are
The feet of those that walk in
Paths of righteousness.
Words truly well-meant
Or merely "appropriate" -
Always the question.
Waxman writes 03/14/96
Perpetuity -
Visible shadows lengthen
To infinity.
JO
writes 03/14/96
Wind splitting thunder
Rolling off the broad prairie
Sounds the birth of spring
Streaked red tracks across
Grey and dusky plane of sky.
Sun hails moon and me.
Wille writes 03/14/96
Water sound whispers
Summer winks her intentions -
Clues from a distance
Make a list each day.
Do some items. Feel good? If
So, do it again.
There is too much to
Keep abreast of, so I just
Made my mind a blank.
To "giving comfort"
Feminism adds three words"-
"To the enemy."
Made one hundred as
Planned - coldly wise, but well-loved:
Witty to the end.
Stub-ugly, fetid
As asafoetida, yet
Catnip home-sweet-home.
After "Madonna's"
Sacrilege, what's next? (Not a
Condom called "Pope John!)
andie2u writes
03/11/96
A well worn husband
Is as comfortable as
An old pair of shoes.
Oh joy! The postman
Brings yet another sweepstakes
Sent by Ed McMahon!
Love: but a charade;
Life: merely an illusion.
Why not watch TV?
Love is a bright light
It shineth in the darkness
Gives meaning to me
My heart is burning
My desire not fulfill'd
Yet - but You shall come.
In itself, the love
is more than just two people
Fondly caressing.
Winter's end has come
So has it done in myself
Love woke me from sleep.
My hibernation
Ended in last year's springtime
Because Love woke up.
Ramona - one word
That's in itself a haiku.
It speaks of True Love.
The sage notes fondly that spring MUST be here...
Tanaka writes
03/10/96
A boy soprano
Sends me sky-high flying on
"The wings of a dove."
Gold Mist writes 03/10/96
"Wasting time?" As if
Chronos could shrivel like you
Procrastinator!
Emily Coleman writes 03/09/96
In the grassy park
Butterflies flutter on by
On a sunny morn
Bitten through mitten
By polar molar:- Oh when
Will springtime be sprung?
Shogun writes
03/08/96
What happens to my
Barber, now that I've learned how
To trim my own hair?
Gold Mist writes 03/08/96
The Japanese screen
Crowds in foreground, clouds in back
Can you find Waldo?
Another spring, second try
Sulfate spray on hydrangea
Please blossom in blue.
Myotis Brown writes 03/08/96
Waiting for the bus
A thermodynamics text
Buried in the snow
A minute on one
Side of the bathroom door, an
Age on the other.
fUZZO writes 03/06/96
All die we are will
Just why wants to know the child
Still but die we all
Parallel straight lines
And parallel straight lives meet
At infinity.
Broad-beamed, big-breasted,
She moves with awesome grace: as
Big rigs take wide turns.
The day has lengthened
Itself very subtly. The
Night didn't notice that.
This teaches one thing:
No one, not even darkness, can
Afford to be trusting.
Wille writes 03/06/96
Dark beautiful eyes-
Staring into firelight
Memories take life
Winter strikes again
Its cold blasts and white powder
Return to hinder.
Drink to me only
With thine eyes. A blow job won't
Be necessary.
Kivas Fajo writes 03/04/96
She enveloped me
In clouds of fragrant mists.
I could feel her clothes
Slipping away fast;
My hands roamed over her. But I
Could not perceive her.
Things didn't work out:
He missed a bracket in the
Algebra of love.
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