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I have seen your eyes
Reflect the fire in my heart.
May they ever burn.
Peter Ericson writes 05/31/96
In Emma
Thompson
Genius of ages rests
And good fashion sense
J. Allen Moats, God of Chaos &Insanity writes The Hidden Truth 05/30/96
Christianity:
Derived from a blood cult, it’s
Hiding its nature
Until the time comes,
When clans of passion decide
To take back the world.
Copyright Moatsart Enterprises, 1996. All rights reserved.
The blackwatch ready
With bagpipes and drums in lead
The battle begins.
Clouds descending black,
The funnel doth pursue us
To the cellar door.
Desederra writes 05/29/96
One life to give now
One given in distant past
One more tomorrow.
Sir Robert of Rochwell writes 05/29/96
Lance and Sword ready
To battle foes 'gainst the King
The Queen's hand in mine.
Writerman writes 05/28/96
Olympic event
New this year in Atlanta:
"Find A Place To Stay"
David Ryon writes 05/27/96
Oh tender and sweet,
Children are but slabs of meat.
Swift's choice is to eat!
This haiku is dedicated to Jonathan Swift's idea to end hunger in Ireland
by having them eat their own children.
Daniel writes 05/26/96
Sone con besos
Y labios de mi Amor;
Caricias, me dio.
So that the Sage doesn't have to bother with translations:
I dreamt of my Love's
Tender kisses and sweet lips;
Caresses, they were.
The Sage nods in appreciation.
Daniel writes 05/24/96
Cuello de manjar,
Tu aroma dulzada:
Perfume sensual
Dulce y rica,
Chocolate y manjar;
Eres mi postre.
Daniel comments: Sorry about writing it in Spanish. I write a lot of romantic poetry
in Spanish; I just can't help it!
The Sage apologizes for the following attempts at translation:
Delicious neck
Your sweet aroma
Sensual perfume
Sweet and rich,
Chocolate and tasty;
You are my dessert
The national debt
Higher and higher it goes
Then the eagle dies.
And the silent voice
Loud as when God said, "LET THERE"
And again silence.
Carnation writes 05/22/96
A law should prohibit
Beheading the buttercups
With a lawnmower
Wingtips brush water
With each downward stroke; skimming,
Flapping and skimming.
Unexpected rain.
A fresh watercolour runs
Never to be seen
The jade frog hops to
The pool of crystal water
SPLASH! He plunges in.
Johanna writes 05/18/96
The plump cat waits with
Inexhaustable patience
For a hand to drop.
Hello Stark writes 05/16/96
Mowers drone in swarms;
Buzz-cut lawns like army brats
March toward summer
R. Mushko writes "Pre-dawn Ritual" 05/16/96
At neighbor's rose bush
Poised on the brink of morning
My dog lifts his leg
Eugenio Lochain Dubh writes 05/16/96
Old HokiKoki
Very fast legs running
Burnt his kegs quickly
No candidates yet?
Get out and cast your ballot!
For whom the vote tolls.
High, wispy cirrus
Clouds ride atop the cold air.
Chop wood for tonight.
Footprints in soft mud.
She drank at the water's edge,
Ears at attention.
Marmit writes 05/14/96
Love, you are like gold
Awakening dark spaces
Rusting with the sun
Toast Point appreciates the poet's comment:
"I love this site!!!!!!"
Unrequited love
Always gets me in trouble
No one loves me back.
My feet have led me
Here to this place of old age
Now they are tired.
She's a pretty girl
Unhappy at best, and sad -
This in spite of her beauty.
Abandoned, once loved
Cats slinking low in the grass
Searching for their home.
Trees and leaves blowing
In the wind while birds fly high
On a hot, dry day.
Hello Stark writes 05/14/96
Hot toes dig cool sand
New cities rise, shovel-pat
Wait, time. Wait, tide. Wait.
Pattering of small
Feet, just like the "darling buds
Of May", shook freshly.
"But soft, what light breaks
Yonder? ´Tis the east, and....." Had
The Bard known your geisha?
The Sage grins.
Time is only now
But I won't remember that
It's time to eat now
Atlanta awaits
The torch that is on its way.
The world is watching.
Memory isn´t palli-
ative. I miss her, when I
remember her.
Kivas was wrong. His
memory makes new wounds and old
ones deeper. Cure me!!!
This tide of feelings
Cannot be stemmed any longer.
Burnings and yearnings......
Wiseguy writes 05/05/96
"The babe's mine!" "No, MINE!"
"Go halves," smirked the kid-hating,
Schizoid Solo Man.
James Reynolds writes toast haikus 05/04/96
Whole-grain metaphor
Anguish will soon dissipate
A bread transfigured
Ritualistic
A genesis of breakfast
Immaculate toast
Consume nirvana
God is not to be eaten
But toast will suffice
Thawed earth, trees, shrubs sprout
Pale shades of green, yellow, pink
Pastelling line art.
Puppets on strings of
Causality, convulsing
To fancied free will.
Haiku recipe -
Stop. Look. Capture the moment.
Add some seasoning.
The Sage thought this was perfect!
Trembling thunder clouds
Hiding hills in veiled shrouds
Eagerly pass by
Titled "Rainy Season" and copyrighted in the Library of Congress, May 1995
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