Like a new blossomYou unfold your spirit life
I nestle in your heart.
frustration aboundsThe poet comments, "for Kerry..."
Entering wisdom
is the first sign of passion,
and love's last gamble.
Gandy dancers sing,
and iron is forced to obey
their undying song.
The poet comments, "I have only recently discovered the absolute pleasure of haiku form. Free verse is interesting in its own way, but the discipline required to form quality haiku is remarkable. I hope to learn more about the different forms in the coming years."
hot pain sears my heart,
the fragrance of rain
falls on a darkening garden
and blends with its sounds
clustered bay leaves give
I ask not of you
My love I give you freely.
You are my own life.
Like a new blossom
You unfold your spirit life
I nestle in your heart.
The poet comments, "On seeing fireflys."
Pressed close against breasts
The poet comments, "I am a 24 year-old American writer, and have just begun writing haiku for the first time since grade school; I have recently begun to study its various forms, styles and linguistic elements, and have just this month published two (potato--yes! potato!) haiku. I live in Philadelphia, PA, and graduated from Temple University last year with a degree in English and Writing"
Toast Point was a Fluffian from 1987-94.
the moon winks at me;
Knife poised, my surgeon
re-checks textbook diagram.
I scream - to deaf ears
Are you too lovely
or too loose, that they want you
dead, purple loosestrife?
Wicked advocate,
Beautiful flowers,
Birds chirping with the soft breeze,
And thunder appears.
Snow chasing the wind,
Waiting to find the right ground.
Kids have snowball fights.
wisteria blooms
dangling mysteriously
above the trash can
high noon high desert
The poet comments, "Written while having brunch with a view of the Ballard Locks in Seattle, USA,"
midsummer fiddles'
last tunes fading in the rain
yarrow down the way
The poet comments, "Written after a washed-out Midsommarfest near Polsbo, Washington, USA."
With unsettled mind
many words will not help you
Clarity is hush
Anger held me wrong
It was my only shackle
Letting go, I fly.
Joy must follow you
Compensation is second
Work Must Also Be Joy
Women are with you
You do not understand them
they like it that way.
The poet comments, "More of my work can be found on http://strops.computek.net/skippy/hiaku.htm"
A soft, sweet fall breeze
The poet comments, "I wrote this at Busch Gardens (Fla) after observing the stupid antics of the animals on MY side of the fence!"
The poet comments, "I don't know how to spell "Hootsmon" It's supposed to be a British exclamation."
tiny dust motes float
Toast Point doesn't think it was a chance encounter. Au, contraire.
The poet comments, "Life is renewed in lost love Emotions, again, run free "
white onyx warrior
The poet comments, "My poor puppy Babette. She didn't know. Heh heh heh"
In summer's oven
The poet comments, "On becoming a trivial but popular political figure yet still failing to win over the one woman who mattered... "
Eloquent I'm called
Except in your sweet company
And silent beauty.
The poet comments, "About a beautiful woman saying I was eloquent, thus making me speechless."
Patterns surface in
Universal fabric if
We see them or not.
The poet comments, "I see what is meant to be. My true love does not."
Were I Narcissus,
You're my reflecting river.
Look away? Never!
The poet comments, "The most egotistical man ever known falls in love."
I am an island,
Bottled thoughts tossed toward you,
Smashing on your shores.
The poet comments, "On revealing my great love to my darling in an immense work of epic verse."
Let parallel peaks
Meet in a valley as one
Of shared lows and highs.
The poet comments, "Concerning uniting with my love, our respective ages, and corresponding appetites."
From this darkling plain,
Fear not our jagged journey
Into the unknown.
The poet comments, "My invitation of a new life for my love who said she would be waiting upon a darkling plain for me."
Whatever terrain
We find aloft or below,
Love will see us through.
The poet comments, "It does not matter what my love and I will face. We will be together and that is enough."
Across crowded rooms,
Your shimmering azure eyes
Shone above hundreds.
The poet comments, "On rallying many people over time and how my love stood out, as if her eyes glowed naturally like that of Goddess Athene during an assembly in the Iliad. A visitation by loveliness!"
Extrapolating
known values, numerically,
assumes the unknown.
Quantifying
data statistically
proclaims evidence.
Colonization
expands universal truths
making us feel small.
Apiary hives
illustrate existing plans
assuring our space.
The poet comments, "Other poetry by Robert R. Cobb may be found in recent issues of SNAKESKIN Webzine, Basket Case Magazine, The Nexus, Paradigm Press Magazine, The Southern Ocean Review, Cuisenart, and BeFreeZine. Please direct reader's comments to: rrcarts@prodigy.net"
Alas, two bad knees!
wee wren stares at me
she warns me, "no closer, please"
"my life for my young"
copper sun rises
haze-filled valleys gape in light
scorching summer day
Cherry blossom snow
falls gently on my spirit
as your love's whisper
The poet comments, "Hawk Mt. Ranger School Alpha Squadron Commander 8 JUL 97"
Waiting room is full.The poet comments, "Wait a little longer, fools!"
Smoldering sun spits
hateful razors of heat while
rainbows arch like joy.
helpless I tumble
Hail to the Sun God.
Worshipping youth lie baking.
Cancer cells simmer.
The poet comments, "Any and all criticism welcome. I'm thick skinned."
A wounded wing lies
Dangling out over the eaves.
Shot by a child.
The poet comments, "Who said, "Children can be so cruel."?"
The poet comments, "Uh... oops."
Epiphany strikes!
My brain reels! I see, I SENSE:
shoot, it won't fit here.
Toast Point apologizes to TMA for not getting in touch with him when he and Wumpus were in the Bay Area over Memorial Day.
The poet comments, "Try!"
Toast Point looks bemusedly at the poet, then shudders a bit.
The poet comments, "We run a doctor's office, not a bakery."
Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a baker!
Sky-high firework smoke
right hand in prayer
left in humble bestowal
whirling dervish dance
sleepy-eyed prayers
bedtime stories unending
please tell it again
The poet comments, "The dog and I are from the North, but we are getting used to the heat - slowly. "
Toast Point's parents retired to Beaufort, SC a few years ago, and we do not visit them in the summer.
The poet comments, "Please let me know about future contests"
Toast Point responds, "Our contests run continuously!"
Alone in bathroom
The haiku poem
Brilliant shards of human thought
Crystal ball visions
River reflects sky
See the platypus
The poet comments, "I always welcome comments/criticisms. Thanks for the forum!"
The poet comments, "Haiku onegaishimasu. Dozo, Dozo. "
The poet comments, "When you see a girl as beautiful as Kamaryn, nothing will ever be the same. "
The poet comments, "I am all about the jewelry "
Ummm...the fish barks at midnight...
blond on blond iris
set ablaze and raise the roof
dearth of minor kings
The poet comments, "I am from Scrubbrush Texas, 30 miles outside of Howlinwind "
On the football field . . .
Molten golden air
The poet comments, "Ode to the Mush-man"
penny for your thoughts
mind fixed on thoughts
memory recalls nothing
white paper stares back
Ha, Mister Oak, I've
Been picking daisies, please don't
Tell the begonias
