Asengi writes 01/31/97

C. A. Dixon writes 01/31/97

Yesterday's hero
Today a free criminal
Who did kill his wife.

Mud-Wrestling

Lepus Consort writes 01/31/97

The poet comments, "Haven't done haiku since college, 24 years. Recently inspired by Shin Po"

Adrift to nowhere,
Lost and longing for true love,
I found her spirit.

The poet comments, "For Anne-Marie"

Robin in winter,
A thought she might have known,
Her namesake's dear love.

Monique de Plume writes 01/30/97

kind to animals
we put cats and dogs to sleep
let people suffer

Shin Po writes 01/29/97

Footprints in the snow;
I see where I have gone.
So many more to make............

The poet comments, "A comment on Life. Writer Jill Cline mentions that her friends don't like haiku; I find that it's an "acquired taste". (Most people don't "get it"). "

Hwei OH writes 01/29/97

The poet comments, "Work was hell today. "

Carla G. Macapinlac writes 01/29/97

The poet comments, "This is the only haiku I've ever written -- back in 1986 for a poetry class in college. Hope it suffices."

Agustin Eastwood De Mello writes 01/29/97

The grey whales swim past
my little pink seaside home
winter seas are cold

Feeding the wild cats
in my large backyard jungle
fingers are at risk

The poet comments, "This is a haiku trilogy relating to my interesting ocean-front environment..."

Judge Prozac writes 01/29/97

The poet comments, "We who dare not succomb to Haldol, Ritalin, or Prozac, must face this day, and the next, without the assistance of medication. Where will they go: they will come to us. Where did they come from: same as we. What do they do now? Survive......."

Monique de Plume writes 01/29/97

cold relentless rain
could it be gods in tears
at what we've become?

The Sage reversed the order of "cold" and "relentless", because he thought it tripped more nicely on the tongue. Is that OK, Monique?

Little brown hamster
runs fast, while getting nowhere
like many people

Mark Hawkins writes 01/28/97

The days turn to nights
How time travels very fast
Death is near today

The poet comments, "I do not know if this is classified as a seasonal haiku, but I thought I would give it a try. "

Laur writes 01/28/97

foothills and mountains
hues richly crystalled reflect
in winter blue lakes

graceful sleeping trees
wear dazzling white snow mantles
dreaming springtime dreams

innocent meadow
buttercups and butterflies
bathed in summer sun

Howard Lee Kilby writes 01/27/97

Jason C. Robinson writes 01/27/97

Cathian C. Sanders-Saccacio writes 01/27/97

A young student came
Summer visit from Japan
He brought us mochi.

He shared happy days
Baking and boiling mochi
Serving with chopsticks

He told of old ones
Who die each year from mochi
Because it is thick.

But we are yet young
We shall see many winters
Still eating mochi.

Watashi skidess
Mochi to anjinori
Domo arigato

The poet comments, "I love Mochi (rice gluten cake) with anjinori (seaweed). Thank you very much! This haiku is phonetic Japanese, as taught to me by a foreign exchange student (from Tokyo) whom we had the privilege of hosting."

Kumaramurthy Sivaramakrishnan writes 01/27/97

Flossie Livingroom writes 01/27/97

Tom Genovese writes 01/27/97

Low-flying airplane -
Giant Egret escapes in
a cloud of grackles

Jill Cline writes 01/26/97

leaden winter sky
looms over dirty white snow
the highway beckons

January thaw
sparrows splash in brown bird bath
my face seeks the sun

The poet comments, "Several of my friends made fun of my liking for haiku. I am going to refer them to your site... "

Please do!

Tom Genovese writes 01/26/97

Full moon in the east,
Sun not yet set in the west --
Is it night or day?

Monique de Plume writes 01/25/97

Just a taste of fame
suffices to convince the wise
'tis both sweet and sour.

The poet comments, "I suppose this is more an epigram than a haiku, or is it?"

white Indian pipes
fragile reminders of life
rising from decay

Raucous starlings crow
like at our family dinners
all screeching at once

The poet comments, "Don't really know if they're starlings, but they are noisy!"

Tom Genovese writes 01/25/97

Kumaramurthy Sivaramakrishnan writes 01/24/97

The poet comments, "inspired by the terracing of awarded stars in the haiku section. poet suggests why not shrink the star a bit for the haiku section."

Toast Point still doesn't know what's going on with the stars and must check it out.

Oh! Divine Sage
Lead me to my star
Gold I was told.

Junior drinks milk,
Wipes off his milk moustache,
Coaxes to lend him mine.

Tom Genovese writes 01/24/97

Shin Po writes 01/23/97

The poet comments, "I added a little humor into a Haiku by relating an experience we're ALL familiar with! "

The Sage added a sentence to make it 5-7-5, just because he thought he should...

McGhee writes 01/23/97

Tom Genovese writes 01/23/97

Gerbo writes 01/23/97

The poet comments, "IRS has been in the back of my mind lately, what can I say."

Agustin Eastwood De Mello writes 01/22/97

Enchanted Tengu
your sword cannot cut flowers
the snow has fallen

The poet comments, "I have enjoyed reading all the fine haiku in this collection."

Carolyne Rohrig writes 01/22/97

The poet comments, "I needed a quiet moment to relax in the middle of a classroom of 29 eight year olds."

Eek! Children!

Gerbo writes 01/22/97

The poet comments, "Idea for this lifted shamelessly from a George Carlin quote."

Courtney writes 01/22/97

eyes tell the secrets
of all hidden emotions
kept within ourselves

Timothy W. Holley writes 01/22/97

The poet comments, "I am dedicating this haiku to all the U.S. Soldiers that are far away from the one they love the most."

Opalfire writes 01/21/97

The poet comments, "Adapted from a verse by G.K. Chesterton."

jkc..k writes 01/21/97

A Jazz Trilogy

Dim lights harsh shadows,
Dissonance of cool jazz chords
Twist blurred images.

Visions change with mood,
Head nods gently with rhythms.
Mind floats suspending soul.

Lori Kline writes 01/21/97

lwg writes 01/21/97

The poet comments, "its been a long hard lonely winter :)"

The poet also comments, "Hey Sage brush! Been away, enjoyed the new stuff."

Sage Brush bows.

TJ writes 01/21/97

John San writes 01/21/97

The poet comments, "Dedicated to the Soldiers who are losing their spouses due to long deployments "

Gold stars are pretty
they are brilliant and nice
next to this haiku

Nice try, John-San...

Carolyne Rohrig writes 01/20/97

The poet comments, "It's been pouring in Northern California for weeks now. Outside my window I saw the picture described in my haiku. It captured my state of mind at the time."

Agustin Eastwood De Mello writes 01/19/97

My big little son
your shoes do not fit your feet
the winter was long

Grandfather, you sleep
beneath all those spring flowers
I see everywhere

Tiger cat chasing
butterflies in my back yard
morning exercise

Turtle on the road
crawling alone in springtime
seeking his shellmate

Rain goddess showers
gardens beneath her storm clouds
happy birds singing

My guitar playing
attracts beautiful women
on hot summer nights

Father, all your wars
left very many dead men
among the flowers

Volcano painting
golden images lighting
coral castle halls

The sea follows moon
until the very jealous
shore stops the romance

The poet thanked us in some form or other for every entry submitted. No, thank YOU!

The Convivial Codfish writes 01/19/97

To lure him away
From his games, I yell for help.
All I want is sex.

The poet comments, "Monique de Plume suggested writing haiku on all of the Seven Deadly Sins. This is my attempt on gluttony and one of my attempts on lust. "

Under the covers,
We do things that shock the cat -
The stuffy old thing!

The poet comments, "Where I live, "covers" (plural) is a seasonal word; most of the year it's too hot for more than a single sheet. :-) "

Hot. Cold. Warm. Freezing.
Another winter passes
In Mississippi.

Shin Po writes 01/19/97

The unkempt garden ---
A Madonna statue
Blesses the weeds.......

My salad --
The lettuce just lays there;
The CRUNCH of carrots!

Monique de Plume writes 01/18/97

Clip clop go
the urchin's zori's
under pouring rain.

The poet comments, "Hope Jacques Navarro (12-26-96) doesn't mind my doing over his delightful haiku. Just wanted to show how much it loses in a less romantic setting. The next one, also based on his, is another example."

Brand new suitcases
VISA in my pocketbook
No one to go with.

power-pole necklaces
decorate majestic hills
improving nature?

Opalfire writes 01/18/97

Richard Barry writes 01/18/97

John San writes 01/18/97

The poet comments, "please link to my web site http://freud.readadp.com/seagull. Hey what's up with the gold star?" Toast Point replies, "OK, but testing it now, I'm not getting a response. And what's wrong with the gold star?"

Shin Po writes 01/18/97

December 26th -
Christmas trees
Adorn the garbage cans.

Hallowe'en -
The darkened streets --
Skeletons in the rain.

Hot summer night;-
Lightning flash! Crickets discuss
The coming storm.

Darkened streets --
We pass the lit windows
And wonder what happens inside.

Fred Donovan writes 01/17/97

for millennia
water sculpts the stone landscape
one flake at a time

concert in the rain
Pavarotti's voice hovers
in the heavy air

Kumaramurthy Sivaramakrishnan writes 01/17/97

No more alcohol!
Johns have mirrors now!
Oh! it's the sink.

A pun competition,
Sent ten of mine to win
No pun in ten did.

The poet comments, "condensed from an e-mail doing its rounds."

Monique de Plume writes 01/17/97

A flock of seagulls
flutters down to the park lawn.
They know it will rain.

Gerbo writes 01/16/97

moon over the bridge
river floods my heart tonight
dark swirling waters

Kumaramurthy Sivaramakrishnan writes 01/16/97

A poet painted
The Sun rose wind blue
Dictionary colors

All his life
He stood in a queue
Life passed by

The poet comments, "A modification of what Confucius said?"

Richard Barry writes 01/16/97

Emma at 4 writes 01/16/97

The poet comments, "Emma V. at 4 years old"

The Sage is suitably impressed.

Rob writes 01/16/97

Herman Lo writes 01/15/97

Kumaramurthy Sivaramakrishnan writes 01/15/97

Kumaramurthy Sivaramakrishnan writes 01/15/97

The poet comments, "True life story of a bun baked in a Nashville Bakery, looking like Mother Teresa. An image is on the web too, I forget where. The poet vouches striking similarity between the bun & the nun."

Zoned Cat writes 01/15/97

jkc..k writes 01/15/97

Kurtis Heinen writes 01/14/97

Kumaramurthy Sivaramakrishnan writes 01/14/97

Seasonal Word 'Flu'
While composing a 'Haiku'
Made me 'Aaachoo!'

The Sage changed "syllable" to "word" to correct the phrase and the scansion.

Monique de Plume writes 01/13/97

It is past midnight
The airport is deserted
It feels so surreal

The runner is sad
He just won second place
He is so jealous!

The poet comments, "I thought I'd sometime write one on each of the seven deadly sins. This one, of course, is envy. Anybody is welcome to continue the list."

In my secret place
Spring rains have swelled the creek
Minnows glint in the sun.

Jim Jividen writes 01/13/97

The poet comments, "The archetypes of summer are deftly disgraced in what I consider my finest beach haiku. "

Deft, indeed!

Christy Turlington
especially from the back
sure would like me some

The poet comments, " Another scathing post-feminist haiku from my ubermodel period."

LTJ25@aol.com writes 01/13/97

Norma Jean Carter writes 01/12/97

Sir Bob writes 01/12/97

Asengi writes 01/11/97

The poet comments, "A first attempt"

The Sage comments, "Very nice - strong imagery."

Kat writes 01/11/97

Laur writes 01/11/97

I have hazel eyes
grey-blue-green with yellow stars
gateway to my soul

Gerbo writes 01/11/97

Humorous, syllable count and seasonal word! Bravo!

Kathy Grover writes 01/10/97

The poet comments, "Written last November but stored away until now."

The heart can discern:
Pleasure is evanescent
True joy leaves markers

The poet comments, "Written after being embraced by someone I love deeply."

The wind blows freely;
Julia runs and dances.
Who would contain them?

Love hunts down and wounds.
There's no hiding: turn around;
In pain, embrace love.

The poet comments, "One silver lining to the cloud of pain of unrequited love is that it releases poetic urges."

Gerbo writes 01/10/97

Moonchilde writes 01/10/97

And through us, too!

Jill Cline writes 01/09/97

Velvet star-pierced sky
white light a cold reminder
ancient worlds long dead.

Cold winter-clear sky
I look up at distant stars
do they see me here?

Twinkling, white stars
caught in the bare, black branches
of the old oak tree

Icy south window
alive with ransomed green'ry
foreshadows spring's hope

Monique de Plume writes 01/08/97

The poet comments, "This thought occurred to me often during the recent rains in the western US. Have I heard it before? It prompted the next haiku."

Pearls of wisdom
embedded in the subconscious
What seeded their growth?

Jeremy Brashaw writes 01/08/97

And you thought haikus were minimalist anyway...

Nathan Lewis writes 01/08/97

Arnold Vermeeren writes 1/8

a dun path
to the ashes dispersal grounds...
golden leaves

through the window
the blackbird couple stares at me -
frost-white earth

Chibiusa writes 01/07/97

The poet comments, "This poem was inspired by December 6th, the day that the superintendent was in Florida while we had a nasty snowstorm and shouldn't have had school."

Garret Carson writes 01/07/97

Lieutenant Powers,
Soda machine is empty.
I called the vendor.

The poet comments, "A friend and I, being displaced poets and posing as Coast Guard officers, often played little word games. Our favorite was to look for haiku unintentionally(?) hidden within the glut of daily official correspondance. This was my favorite, found in a quickly written note."

John San writes 01/07/97

The poet comments, "I had a pleasurable encounter over Netmeeting with a lovely Japanese lady name Asako. I was so impressed by her that I had to write a Haiku (which I sent immediately to her). Anyway.... thought it would be nice to see it here."

John, your link is to your page as requested.

Sir Robert of Rocher writes 01/07/97

The poet comments, "It's only 23 weeks until summer.
Only 10 weeks to spring.
Forecast cold with future bright! "

Craig Chapman writes 01/06/97

Monique de Plume writes 01/05/97

The poet comments, "Thoughts on my first supersonic flight."

Mary Ellen Walsh writes 01/05/97

Gerbo writes 01/04/97

The poet comments, "A haiku a day keeps the blahs at bay. Nice site, Sage."
The Sage bows.

Moonchilde writes 01/03/97

The poet comments, "A Happy New Year to all, and especially to you and the Sage. As always, I welcome feedback."

Hoss writes 01/03/97

jkc..k writes 01/03/97

Gerbo writes 01/02/97

Garret Carson writes 01/02/97

The poet comments, "Inspired by a picture of my nieces."

Jim Leavers writes 01/02/97

A.L. Guy writes 01/02/97

cares float toward the sky
thoughts play tag on summer winds
worries disappear

Monique (Pronounced Moniker) de Plume writes 01/01/97

The poet comments, "Inspired by my appendectomy last year."

Toast Point, home with a cold, is producing a few fluids of his own.

Dewdrops magnify
green cells metabolizing
Sunlight is their food.

Robins chasing worms,
Myosin pulling actin.
Living things alike.

The poet comments, "Don't know how much significance this has to others. I was once a protein biochemist."

Every night we sink
Into welcome oblivion.
Why should we fear death?