Carl Sweetnam writes 09/30/96

Jeremy Thorne writes 09/30/96

The poet comments, "This poem was inspired by much pain and grief over the past few years of my life combined with a story from the civil war."

Josh Berry writes 09/30/96

Talking on the phone
I hear a beep. "Hold on, 'k?"
On. Off. On. "Hello?"

Aiko writes 09/26/96

The tree shadows dance
to the rhythm of the wind
all day and all night

Mother Nature heals
ill flesh and ill souls on Earth
Respect her wisdom

The Earth ate the sun
and all the marshmallow clouds
Now it is nighttime

Norma Jean Carter writes 09/24/96

Rico Moose writes 09/23/96

The poet comments, " A little autumnal alliteration"

Noel Kaufmann writes 09/23/96

Young Republican
Finger writhing up his nose
It's Izod Lacoste!

Springtime, sharp and clean
Mountains have their eloquence
Promulgating green

I think I would like
To have something of a snack
Baked beans would be nice

Mako Otsuji writes 09/21/96

Laur writes 09/20/96

Brujo sets the scene
faithful, stoic penitent
waits for medicine

Crooked stony teeth
rise up sharp to meet the stream
falling through the air

Dawn illuminates
soft green bed for serein's child
dew-drop on a leaf

Ken CooK writes 09/20/96

Thomas Lanier writes 09/20/96

The poet comments, "I submitted this one previously. Was it misplaced or rejected?"
Toast Point responds, "No submitted entries are rejected. We either didn't get it or we misplaced it (quite possible). Our apologies."

Laur writes 09/17/96

Scorching lover sun
warms the skin with kisses hot
hedonistic dreams

Sharpened harpoons fly
red blood stains barnacled flukes
swan-song of the whales

Yucatan at Night

The poet comments, " What a great page! I love reading everyone's haiku! "
Toast Point grins in reply, "Welcome aboard!".

Collins7 writes 09/17/96

I believe that God
is bigger than the cages;
thatıs beyond belief

the way to the truth
is by way of emptiness;
all lies are empty

throw a Zen party,
invite the very Buddha;
kill him, gentle soul

I am here, not still
I am not here and at rest;
unseen quark's message

at peace with chaos,
joy, uncertainty, doubt;
love's not far away

John Mulder, the Netherlands writes 09/17/96

Two elderly men
slow down their tortoise pace
a woman goes by

Foggy strings foaming
around my holiday-cottage
where I expected sun.

Ken CooK writes 09/16/96

Deserted margin
Sand clutching warm tidal pool
As peace offering.

F. A. Mondo writes 09/15/96

Kristie writes 09/15/96

Laurene P. Milder writes 09/15/96

Golden sun streams in
leaves of shadow on the rug
flutter in the breeze

Autumn red leaves twirl
northern crispness smells like snow
woodsmoke conjures home

Slowly shuffling sow
sidesteps squealing suckling sons
seeking shade's sweet sleep

Erin Dowe writes 09/14/96

Lightning is flashing
Thunder crying by its side
Frightened creatures hide

Collins7 writes 09/14/96

The poet comments, "These were the last syllables in my syllable box. I am going to buy some more."

to each one four verbs:
to love, know, have and to be;
entrepreneurism

Alvin Toffler coined:
"the battle for men's minds"
which side are you on?

love each haiku writ,
as each drop of gentle rain;
a river flowing

last night, the golf green,
carried two ardent lovers;
plush magic carpet

Kivas Fajo writes 09/11/96

A disconcerted Sage responds

Gary Wederspahn writes 09/11/96

We're dead and alive
Like Schrodinger's hapless cat.
Don't open that box!

The poet comments, "This Haiku is based on a famous thought experiment in quantum physics."

Collins7 writes 09/11/96

The Sage suggests switching the first and second sentences to completely encapsulate each thought on a separate line.

illusion, vision
unrealistic, mystic
dreamer or dreamer?

genetic river,
or genetic tree, which serves
metaphorically?

genetic river
to its sea, genetic tree,
from its roots; which one?

how to measure you?
me? me, you? you, me? us, we?
elastic ruler

one recently wrote
a haiku that touched my heart
I carry it now

Lovena writes 09/10/96

The poet comments, "I wrote this when I was 10 years old."

Dale writes 09/10/96

Dusty Archives writes 09/09/96

From the cherry tree
Falls a petal on the breeze -
Oh! A butterfly!

Rico Moose writes 09/07/96

Liquid faces drip
From my mind's cliff, yet wear no
Holes in my stone heart

Kathy Grover writes 09/05/96

Hope, like small embers,
Burns strong, hotter and brighter
Just before dying

a bird, left for dead
rises from the leaves and rocks
then suddenly sinks

a proud and bright sun
a burst of warm alpenglow;
then a dark blanket

tender green tendrils
sweetly winding together:
tenacity, strength

a spirit falters,
another touches the heart:
two spirits take wing

The poet comments, "How is this for a first attempt at poetry by a C.P.A.? I had sudden inspiration and sat down and wrote 6 of these. Should I quit or think up more?"
Toast Point responds, "More, more! Not to scare you, but my Wumpus works for the AICPA..."

Collins7 writes 09/05/96

"Life's Little Drama,"
with Igor played by Ego,
Frankenstein, by Self

the mind elastic,
a venturi tube for thought;
constipation stinks

Thomas Lanier writes 09/03/96

The poet comments, "Is it acceptable for a haiku to be about a controversial subject?"
The Sage replies, "Yes, as long as you accept responsibility for any responses."

F. A. Mondo writes 09/03/96

J. Bob Green writes 09/03/96

The poet comments, "There are several things not to be wasted: Life: a vapor; Knowledge: a fleeing thought; and Time: a reminder."

Collins7 writes 09/02/96

one common mother,
one common genetic chain;
inseparably bound

each thought a vector,
its resultant's bearing true;
welcome to chaos

man is, and is not
thought; which does imprison or
set free; two-edged sword

no clear beginning
to no clear end, what a trip;
much like space travel

haiku brevity
is misleading, its timeless
message, eternal

Daniel writes 09/01/96

The poet comments, "Come visit Daniel-San's Hall of Haikus at http://www.wam.umd.edu/~dar/poems.html. I hope the Sage allows for shameless plugging and self-promotion."

The Sage bows. Toast Point will include the hall in the list of other haiku sites on the Greeting Page.

David Shull writes 09/01/96

The poet comments, "Composed while viewing a comet in mid-March from Crane's Beach, MA."

Eric Sapp writes 09/01/96

running backwards through
a field of dirt and questions
not knowing - almost hoping to trip

tourists call out with glee
"Look, a dolphin!" I always turn
too late and miss believing