The cloister-bellsthin ringing over open field.
Devotion audible.
The days are shrinking.
At last, threadbare sun is gone...
Never to return.
Drip-drop, drip-drop, drip.
Drippity, drippity, drop.
Raindrops, rain drum... Brahms?
Lifeless branches speak
Sign language of the orchards,
Mortals cannot read.
Your name carved on stone Yes, I have no wings
It is true, I cannot fly
Yet I still will try
Spring and summer, spent
For others, while fall days lead
To my wintertime
Wings of silver lace
Sound in graceful pixie flight
Sweet music, princess
Butterfly kisses
Gently touch my heart, closing
Wounds that would not heal
where all mortals born
kill, eat and change to become
each need to escape
as wealth empowers
six billion ambitious dreams
on a lost planet.
Blood-red sunlight creeps
The cloister-bells
thin ringing over open field.
Devotion audible.
Goose flying in V-form-
over cold and jet-black ice
scratching skaters.
The sea gnaws always
at the tangle root-system
of the mangrove-woods
Very clear Comet
pushed quickly through the Great-Bear
and broke to pieces
John, nice to have you back!
Wrinkled wet tissuesClickety clack
Keyboard falls silent
Nothing to write
The poet comments, "Searching web for a Thanksgiving toast brought me to your page. Thought I'd try my hand. thanks"
winter comes
Moms are like flashlights,
Guiding us through life's darkness....
Brightening our paths.
Happy Birthday to Toast Point's Mom, 11/28!
lifeless bits of shell
shimmer frantic under veil
fingers touching stars
Cars seek home through dark.
Moon, a pupil in God's eye,
watches dancing lights
Pushing worry
out the car window
with my elbow
There was a time when
all things were worth living for
now I'm so tired
The cemetery
has visitors present today
grandparents of tommorow
Death overcomes all
our children age much like us
who'll inherit first
A man died today
the vultures came to collect
nothing left of the man
Children play in dirt
a flower sprouts through the mess
you crush it quickly
Heaven or Hell for him?
one sister hates, the other not sure
fifty-fifty chance
You told your son why
he didn't believe you of course
now he understands
The poet comments, "My favorite season"
orange commotion
Bach's a composer
Spritely music, somber hymns
The king of music
The poet comments, "If any of you long-snap, remember this haiku"
Here I stand helpless
Upside down, my clock is cleaned
I hate the noseguard
The poet comments, "This epitomizes the long-snapper"
Toast Point is completely baffled.
Only bah humbugs
If you knew Susie
like I thought I knew Susie
now Susie's named Sid
Misery and gloom
Deepest hearts rejected love
Clouds weep down my tears
The poet comments, "Wonderful page - a lot of time and effort evident."
Thank you! from Toast Point, the Sage and all the poets
The poet comments, "wu-wei"
kuhai, kuhai, ku
haiku, haiku, haiku, HAI!
kuhai, kuhai, ku
fat flakes melting on
Instability.
The rich aroma
Of her expensive perfume
Lost in ecstasy!!!
Julie Andrews, perhaps? The thought of Barbra as Eliza Doolittle is rather frightening.
Little jade frogs
Winter's silent frost
Running through steel wire
Leg up, leg down, body tires
I walk across clouds
The poet comments, "this poem represents the hope that each year will get better and better."
Gentle sun-warmed breezeFooting grown unstable
by water flowing ice haloed
granite wakes
The poet comments, "99% of my haiku deal with nature and I try to be somewhat subtle"
Spring adventurer
tentatively on one foot
savoring new life
The poet comments, "I have been known to create at a snail's pace!"
Black linen feathers
house sharp-eyed watchman of the
arctic wonderland
The poet comments, "When it's spring in Alaska, the Ravens dance"
lonely phoenix bird
bloody dagger through thy heart
fires burnt out of race
The poet comments, "13th hour, of the 13th day, 13th year now, i thrive for your comments, reply to me now"
small bird's lunch you are
taking on transformation
elegance so rare
The poet comments, "he wasn't eaten?!! *sigh* so sad, just like the ugly duckling,'cept he was old MacDonald's supper."
blue sea kissed by mist
calm, soothing, hypnotic waves
captivates the wind
The poet comments, "it's either the sky or the ocean that I wrote about. the truth is that it's about sky"
October's palette
deer move through the trees
ballet in four-legged time
winter wonderland
examine and see
no two snowflakes are alike
a wonderful plan
grey clouds, crisp wind,snow
geese on high like arrows loosed
migratory flight
blood spots like red rubies
lie on snow where fox killed mouse
an age-old drama
The poet comments, "nice to be back"
Nice to have you!
The poet translates:
"Shadows ebb and flow,
Shadows eviscerate my mind's eye . . .
Dark yet not hostile"
La cucaracha
Baby cries at night
mother's tired heart goes numb
love and fear are one
Child's view of the world
snowmen crayons beauty love
reality sucks
Take Stern off the air
Canadians humourless
scapegoat has been found
Met someone today
The poet comments,
"Previous entry
Was a mistaken Key-stroke;
Not ever again!
"
Toast Point mentions that he did not include the poet's first attempt, but was impressed with her form in the comment.
Distant pond of glass;
With one impetuous stone
I disturb your calm.
The poet comments, " On 11-7-97 Louis Faber's haiku about a stone and a pond was published; here is mine (written long before I ran across his!)."
Give me slanting rain.
Oh, Circus Peanut!
Hail the Great Pumpkin!
Most sagacious of seasons.
Linus still believes.
Ilgrim-pay ay-day.
uge-hay oronary-cay.
urkey-tay ad-bay.
The poet comments, "This is the first of a 3 stanza Haiku titled "Haiku Space". I wish there was room for all three."
There is! You just have to submit each verse separately, and include a comment telling me what you're doing.
Where is the answer?
it is blow'in in the wind
there blows one right now!
The poet comments, "For all of you who would blame former President Bush for this renewed flexing of Hussein's military muscle, remember this: President Bush and our allied heads of state carried out the United Nations' directive.....Some of us are so gung-ho to blame former leaders for Saddam's continued presence in world affairs...This time we need not commit until the UN says.....DO IT!"
spring beckons new lifeThe poet comments, "this is the first one i've written...i'm not used to boundaries.. it really made me think! i think i will practice this technique... "
Silent silver sand
the stone knows no pain
falling to the pond's bottom
ripples comfort it
Mist creeping through pines
as silence holds sound,
not the dark of night,
when mind's orbit of the soul;
fancies itself free
but, held by darkness,
as rich, black, velvet, a stone;
in a dark, dark, room
Send birthday greetings
Over two centuries old
The U S MARINES!
Yesterday we played.
Today we must labor on.
Tomorrow we sleep.
Bring on Newton's Laws
Armed with graphing calculator
What was V-sub naught?
Mamba camouflaged
Deadly African tree snake,
Or pocketed candy?
Hop-Hopping Joey
Curious marsupial
He's so gosh darned cute!
Tea lovers unite.
Ginger-peach, or cinna-plum
Crumpets, anyone?
The poet translates,
"I stare at the man.
I am invisible to him.
He is beautiful."
The poet translates, "Musical bird...
yes, you are a beautiful little thing.
Please sing. "
Año tras año.
The poet translates,
"Year after year.
Childhood lost.
Young man from a baby. "
I come in all shapes
Sleep well, my darling!
The sand of night is blowing
Over dunes of breasts.
Willows sway gently.
Children, gifts from God.
Lessons taught by gentle hand.
Teachers once and all.
In misted vision
loss is seen with clarity
but hearts have not eyes.
Bread cubes out drying
Planned dinner for pilgrim day
Pumpkin pie delight
A lamb lies in snow
Vulturous birds wait to kill
A collie stands guard
The poet comments, "This was inspired off of a print from the 1950's of a collie dog watching over a little lamb in the snow, and in the background there are black birds waiting to strike."
Birds singing sweet tunes
Flowers bursting with new hues
A new life for me
A knight on horseback
Raises his frosty sword high
Victory is won
seeing I seek sight
reason becomes oppression
singularity.
hurricane winds blow
a smile unknown excites tears
the aftermath, fear.
The poet comments, "Syllable rule doesn't have to be rigidly adhered to in English."
That's true, and has been the subject of much debate on this page.
Late autumn morning.
Even the sun hesitates
To come out early.
October sheds them,
Clouds drift silently
Casting shadows on the ground
Cat sleeps peacefully
Cold November rains
Stripping soon dormant maples
Ready for winter.
capture the moment
I'll make witchy charms
Moon glows in the night
your vast light is brighter still
lighting up my soul
Rain cold sadness pain
now you're gone I'm lonely still
spring awaits with hope
Your day will come soon
all things come to those who wait
ok I'm still waiting
