The
Toast Point
Haiku Contest!
Entries from June, 1996
Tak Fumimoto writes 06/30/96
o, golden haired boy
running in the summer grass;
my spirit soars above
flat squirrel in road,
crushed by hunter's truck. he can't
feel your link to him
Whose sad gloves are these?
Black ones, impaled on brass hooks.
A coat rack in June.
Dale writes 06/26/96
How kind are the seas
That her healing tears should be
The majestic pearl
When smoke shies from flame
In an oxygen cascade
Everything ignites
Sentiment pours out
like rancid juice from trash bags
Be my Valentine
I drove my parked car
through the highway of
limitless impossibilities
As we spring forth
the wire snags us back
neck-braking wonders
Thru marsh fields of sun
our personal winds carry
out of stifling regret.
Jazzman writes 06/24/96
The raven in flight
Loudly announces himself.
My thought is broken.
The sun in one sky,
A bright moon in the other.
An old airplane drones.
RSM writes 06/23/96
A self-made loser:
When opportunity knocks,
He slams shut the door.
As we spring forth
the wire snags us back
neck-braking wonders
Jazzman writes 06/23/96
Big fat earthen worm
Plods his way across the path.
Soon, the roadrunner?
Daniel writes 06/21/96
Incessant squeaking
Of my fan on a moist night.
Will it ever stop?
Tasting you beneath
Eucalyptus trees on a
Warm, sunny spring day.
It is Spring again.
The dogwood blooms in the wild.
Look! A butterfly!
I dream of huge spider webs
Entangling me completely.....
Hell as Internet!
A bright sun rising
During early morning shines
To everyone
The full blue moon in
The star-covered sky
Shines to all who look
A pink flamingo
Stands on one foot in the pond
With ten small minnows
Unheard writes 06/18/96
Eyes see unheard words
Of the forest animals
But leaves keep falling.
Some poems of
Grandeur and beauty
Are composed on the toilet.
Her voice was a whisper
Screaming in my ear bouncing
Around like stones in a canyon
Dale writes 06/18/96
The sails are now set,
The course is now charted; I
Pray there is no wind
Under my worn shoes,
Brown dirt and crawling creatures
Like to live even
Another three cents?!
Do not make me go postal.
I hate licking stamps!
The poet comments, "This is a little dated now; I wrote it in honor of the Increase of '95.:
It looks like a draw.
"Qxh7++..."
Didn't see that one.
The poet comments, "The first Chessku?"
to write haikus in
these circumstances is quite
difficult for me;
on the one hand, my
research, on the other hand,
longing, begging love
Memories of childhood
Are best recalled by smelling
A handful of earth.
The incoming tide
Melts our sand castles away.
Tide's out... build again.
Dale writes 06/16/96
Her voice was soft
Like a gentle snow falling
Without the wind
CYRANO writes 06/16/96
Exquisite Roxanne -
Go quickly from Cyrano's eyes
His summer is over
Frosty vapour trails
White symbols in blue sky
God's hand writing
We are inches close
Souls miles away ... reflection
Of lost yesterday
Push me away, Love -
Push me in deep...dense water
Where soon I may sleep
squirrel on the road
gathering nuts for winter
may you live till then!
Donald McLeod writes mini-haikus 06/10/96
Paying bills
Using up
The ugly stamps
Caveman
Thinking
Without words
Nepal village
A basket of sticks
Climbs the dirt path
We touch with our hands
And our hearts, that in all ways
We may share our love.
Maureen writes 06/09/96
Weeping willow trees
Overhanging calm waters
Cool shadows linger
Daniel writes 06/08/96
So taut and gleaming
With a new low A.P.R:
I love Visa Gold.
The poet comments, "Since when did I become part of the jet-set?"
Laughing, yes, laughing.
Her mood is contagious.
Let me catch it too!
The shortest distance
Between points is measured in
Time with my new friend.
The poet comments, "Thanks to Ruby!"
The breeze moves branches
I shake old sand from my kite
To be young again
Sir John Betjeman.
Poet Laureate, but he
Never wrote Haiku
The poet comments, "Want to know more about Sir John Betjeman?
Try this Web page -
http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/stevephillips/"
Domin8r writes 06/06/96
Sadness comes to me
Like a dead bird in a tree
My heart breaks slowly
Kivas Fajo shares a classic
in Gujurati, his mother tongue...
Baandhe chakali
chaadiaanaa chhogaamaa
maal~o rupal~o
A translation would probably run
as follows:
the sparrow builds its
new and beautiful nest in
the scarecrow's old hat.
and also writes a two-verser in German 6/4
Die Tage vergehen,
verglueht im Fegefeuer der Zeit.
Was bleibt ist etwas
Asche der Erinnerung
und ein suesser Duft, wie der
von Raeucherstaebchen.
Translation:
The days pass away,
burning in the purgatory of time.
What remains is some
ash of remembrance
and a sweet fragrance
as of incense-sticks.
Ali writes 06/04/96
Rain will never fall
But the desert still waiting
Exists by its thirst
Drifting winter comes
Shyly, falls across your eyes
Take me home, my love
The rose sadly yearns
Finding light shines upon all
We are all alone
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