Your body feels warmTouching you brings me to life
Good morning, sleep well?
Agapanthus blooms
Unsuspecting flies
in gossamer spider web
glistening with dew.
The poet comments, "Back walking again after a foot problem. Much to look at out there."
Real meal Holyfield.
The poet comments, " I am inspired by Kamaryn, my kindred spirit"
I love you he says
Till death do us part, they say
I want a divorce
Love cannot see hate
I hate you 'cause I love you
Hate can see everything
Your body feels warm
Touching you brings me to life
Good morning, sleep well?
Tunes to soothe the soul
Music, happiness tenfold
Expression is bold
Touch me with your eyes
Stare into the dark unknown
Kiss me, we're alone
My girl seduces
Slowly crackling
underbrush. Puma prowling,
inhaling deeply.
The poet comments, "watch out, fools. Paul and Chad, next year!"
If I were LoisThe poet comments, "I'm a Lois and Clark fan... plus I was trying to impress this cool guy Joe that is into the haiku thing (it worked, I think)"
The poet comments, "Stars of summer are here, but my favorite winter stars are gone."
The poet comments, "What a treat it is to be able to breathe and drink at the same time."
The summer's wet heat
Air-conditioned refuge inside
How impoverished
The poet comments, "Behind sanitized, conditioned air we lose our contact with Mother Earth."
Always remember
Real teardrops never forget
Rest in peace, my love
Birds fight not to fly
Wisdom of freedom is great
The skies the limit
soon we celebrate
forty years of wedded bliss
here's to forty more
From all of us, too!
Neat? NEAT?
Streaming through fingers
The poet comments, "Just more to read "
The poet comments, "Written while watching my old gardener "
Cheerleading tryoutsThe poet comments, "How's that for striking imagery?"
Bet you'll make the squad! One way or another...
tepid drops of angstThe poet comments, "cafe haiku..."
Season of passageThe poet comments, "CB's beautiful daughter just graduated from college :-) "
And how do the less attractive daughters feel about that?
Toast Point and Wumpus
Had dinner at Bolero!
Should have been my guests...
The poet comments, "Had I but known of your Marin visit! I work at Larkspur Landing, a stone's throw from the Bolero restaurant (yes, good!)"
Mama Rose sings, "Small world, isn't it?" Toast Point knew there were some Bay Area-ites he forgot to notify.
The poet comments, "Who is nibbling? the cat or the mouse? What is nibbled? the cat or the mouse?"
Toast Point loves cats, but wishes his would stop pooping in the dining room.
She sleeps, black coat redThe poet comments, "Haiku for a dead cat. "
The poet comments, ""Age 21...motorcycle stunt rider...throttle jammed wide open... smashed into a concrete stadium roller after passing through a burning fire wall..."
spiraled golden horns
green, dark green, or brown
Dying winters, alive Springs
Weeds and grass in yards
jagged toenails
The poet comments, "Sometimes the corn is over nine feet tall and supplies the entire neighborhood."
Raven flying high
Spring break in South BeachThe poet comments, "OK, so it's out of season."
Sticky yellow pulpThe poet comments, "About a girl eating a mango :)"
She is dressed in eggshell
runaway insects
scatter through sunned lawns quickly
forty thousand legs
A taste of rain or
honeysuckle on my tongue --
sap and dirt-stained knees.
All entries are posted. But gold stars, ahhh...
I'm new to Haiku.
Will this be my new hobby?
Whose idea was this?
The poet comments, "I've heard of Haiku, but never wrote one before. This is so much fun! Once you get started, it's hard to stop writing them. Or is it just me?"
Warning: they can be addictive.
The poet comments, "I HAVE JUST WRITTEN MY FIRST HAIKU! IF YOU WANT TO GIVE ME MORE INFO, ON YOUR FUTURE CONTEST MY ADDRESS IS...1946A WALLACE AVE. BRONX N.Y. 10462"
Toast Point respectfully asks the poet to stop screaming at everyone and type in lowercase.
Ying and yang of earth,
I apologize for man,
They are blind with eyes.
The poet comments, "MEOW!MEOW!MEOW!"
The poet comments, "Thank you LC"
Samurai spirit
endures through generations
through all the seasons
Planting in springtime
hoping for the fall harvest
birds have other plans
Mystical goddess
please emerge from my night dreams
I am enchanted
Long, warm'n'golden days.
Rainy, magic days.
Monsters may seem marvelous.
More so with eyes shut.
The poet comments, "Haiku on McVeigh "
a murmur of crows
delight, watching child
giggle, talk, share with friend who's
imaginary
term contradiction.
"Hi. I'm with the government.
I'm here to help you."
tree toads and bull frogs
whistle and grunt sounding like
tiny piledrivers
raw orange swordfishThe poet comments, "I never eat anything I use for bait!"
Angry joggerThe poet comments, "Who is angry ?"
Pale smoke twists and curls,The poet comments, "A memory of watching burning incense and listening to Bach."
A what comes in spring?
Cool blue looking-glassThe poet comments, "As alwasy, I welcome comments and criticisms. "
Blank orbs in the mist,
black and red at once, it seems.
Alcohol? Formaldehyde.
Blank mind, pale visage,
wretched funk of human waste
like orphaned shadows...
Then, at once, awake!
Zippy, happy Jenks, alive!
Vibrancy and vim!
Lo, and all around,
white as before yet chang'ed:
Light consumes the fog.
"How could such a thing
remove me from that cycle?
All at once, and why?"
"This is not quite right."
Nervous apprehension;
on its heels, terror.
Pain down below, hot.
White hot pain eclipses light.
"Oh God, end my life!"
Ever greater grows
Unspeakable agony
Demanding action.
Crazy shapes abound,
Dance for Mr. Jenkins now.
Jenkins joins the dance.
Push the shadows, Jenks.
And clutch your white hot belly,
Scream and shake in hell.
You couldn't escape
the pain of life and of death.
You just put it off.
Lotus in blossom
A summer's morning
Slowly the world wakes again
Blue eyes smiling into mine
cascading moonlight
shiny smelly Spam
The poet comments, "
hi.
yes munkey is spelled that way on purpose. ALL the coolest munkies spell
munkey like it's 'posed to be. *(;=
--)> angst
"
The poet comments, "It would seem so easy to answer this question, but it never seems to be."
I walk by the sea
The waves are here, touching me
The water feels good.
The poet comments, "This is for anyone who watches something so weird it's inspirational! "
Burnt toast isn't gross
If you are open minded
Try some escargot!
parachute, rider
grand blaze of colors
blending into a rainbow
sun smiles through the mist
The poet comments, "Just another June in the Texas Panhandle"
Leica shutter clicksThe poet comments, "A tribute to a master photographer."
Child with scissors poised
They were getting much too long.
All cat's whiskers cut.
The poet comments, "I'm still amazed the cat let my daughter do it!"
Us, too!
green, limitless days
Stones become the grain
The poet comments, "For Annie. The wind beneath my wings."
lay slowly down to
The poet comments, "Ours is a world full of contrasts..."
The poet comments, "Sorry for the last line. Its unconventional form stands for its symbol---Truth. Eau claire is a Chinese names Ye Zhen. Welcome to my homepage of poems! http://www.angelfire.com/wy/AmoyYezhen"
Beautiful crystal
The poet comments, "Who should solve the mystery of language? Que sais-je??"
Going all alone
The white will discharge the dawn
Day never moves on
The poet comments, "Slanting sun upon l'eau claire
Journey! Journey! Journey!
Journey into the Tang Dynasty?"
The date says summerToast Point thinks this is especially delicious.
Moonlight on dark pond
Cherished dreams of lustful love
Memories of spring
The poet comments, "*sigh*"
Leo N. Tolstoy
Some hold Leo king of prose
Some say no-account
Earl is stompin' Merle
Rednecked warblers strut and molt
Hot night in Texas
The poet comments, "Gotta keep the steam pressure at 170 psi - make 14 knots - work six hours on and six off seven days a week - the stokehole temperature is over 140 degrees - old Irish Tom died here 40 years ago..."
the river is sage
we cannot hope to know her
unless we plumb her depths
when wanting progress
start with a personal touch
change will follow
this dusty day
i am covered with grit and
longing for rain
Hot summer night windThe poet comments, "Hell is very hot!!!"
Peace can be achieved
Too slow on the road
Caterpillar rests.
"This leaf, from this tree
from this seed? Impossible!"
said Lud Wittgenstein.
The poet comments, " This is my first japanese Haiku let me know if it's correct."
The Sage has no knowledge of the Japanese language, but is quite satisfied with the form.
Watch my child sleeping
Never love like this before
"Tomorrow", I vow
The poet comments, "Guilt of parents not spending quality time with the family. "
