Mother, I'm homenight music of door hinges
a mother's lullabt
Mother, I'm home
night music of door hinges
a mother's lullabt
mistake up above
that word should be lullaby
mom's cyber error
Hee hee hee!
The poet comments, "A haiku about the masks we all wear"
The poet comments, "If those cats don't chase those birds, they may get pretty hungry! "
Ho there, lazy cat
if you don't chase those darn birds
you may get hungry
The poet comments, "Talk about intimidation! "
Those two white horses
and carriage with my coffin
my broken guitar
The poet comments, "When a Gypsy Flamenco guitarist dies, his guitar is broken and placed with him for burial. "
Greenwich village nights
the coffee house guitarist
flamenco echoes
The poet comments, "The years were 1957-1968. "
our last day of March
Who will buy the book
Enclosed in a plain cover
Who will understand?
Tear drop in my soul
The never-ending yearning
For what might have been
The poet comments, "Inspired by Jeff Buckley"
The poet comments, "If any readers have haiku with Prairie or grasslands themes,especially Southern Alberta landscapes, would you send them along? I am working on my website, and would appreciate your help. Thank you. Star "
The poet comments, "the full haiku verse can be found at : http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Academy/4404/ignorance.html"
Oh, love, what be it,
stronger than the other thoughts
Love can become life
waiting in the cara cold wind is felt
while picking up spilled garbage...
wish jeans fit better
First willow budsThe poet comments, "I wrote this poem while watching weeping willows along a river in early spring.Their leaves were not visible from the distance, but their branches had pale green color. "
Metagalaxy
a helical universe
in evolution
His accomplishments
published in the newspapers
obituary
Blossoms, Twigs, Rocks, RainThe poet comments, "Got a bright red Jetta - for a while everything else will fade into insignificance"
Near Daffodils
Dandelions bloom with hope
Will someone say "Wow?"
Bright Dandelions
Near Pansies and Roses
Beauty no one sees ....
The poet comments, "Always wondered about that ...the little proud dandelion dude, confidently blooming near the roses and daffodils..."
In everythingThe sounds of crickets
and birds and ocean waves
are one and the same.
Watching me planting
the wild cats appear concerned
I may ask their help
The poet comments, "When I finished digging 400 square feet of earth, the wild cats in my back yard checked out my work. I tossed a few worms in their direction, but perhaps they knew that only fish and a few people eat worms. "
Corn standing nine feet
my neighbor scratched his head
how did I do that?
Augustin, we have to ask - where do you live? It sounds so interesting!
swirling rainbow hues
oil floating on mud puddle
gas station spring time
four brown teddy bears
perched on the end of the couch
lonely weekend friends
The poet comments, "This poem is about relationships"
Comforting rhythmseek brotherly love
where irony is in White
words going too far
black man named Blanco
says a lot about others
life of presumptions
watch rapid riffles
flies bounce along with current
jumping trout feeding
the garlic is in
garden lying most fallow
mark days till planting
Zephyr seems to be the word of the week...
Le ciel au printemps
Feu changable crepusculaire
Aurore boreal
The poet translates,
"The sky in springtime
Changing fire in the dusk
Magic northern lights"
Mountain winters last
To feed the lakes and rivers
Deep and far below
The poet comments, "a visual image of an abandoned warehouse"
yawn and grab toothbrush
zephyr blowing at the dawn
rain here snow higher
spring red sun rises
tree of crows crowing new day
drink my coffee black
who hit my fender?
not a nice way to end day
goodbye parking lot
we, contained by walls
sweep of savanah long lost
filling car with gas
fairport song to ships
entering harbor comfort
repair torn sails
dawn on the channel
my boat hears the fairport song
harbor safe retreat
The poet comments, "A little cathartic ventilation.Thanks I needed that!"
insect in the soup
floating amid the vegetables
dinner's abrupt end
The poet comments, "I suppose the insect was well cooked but still I didn't feel like going on."
waters flow like glass,The poet comments, "written in 1985(5th grade)"
I long to be light
Like leaves, warm soft tears
against the wind flow downward
to depths of sadness
longing for the calm
for the silence of empty
continuously
As the mud-flat runs dry
grumbling, smelling and waiting
recovers it its breath.
Moonlight is creeping
Over the ridge of the roof
the chimney still smoking
The poet comments, "waiting for the best of 1997"
Toast Point sighs, "Probably this summer..."
boredom should not be
no creature, event repeat
nature always new
music of the spheres
winter squeak of playground swing
cricket plays stiff wing
hula skirts swaying
westerly breeze nudging boats
calm spring island day
dream-woven symbols
no shadow in bright sunlight
icy summer streets
fitful not sleeping
mind racing in summer moods
await a peaceful dawn
winter weather wanes
life frolicking in the sun
a grand holiday
Wily wisps of wind
The poet comments, "Harley hiaku..."
Clear sky, morning sun
Reflected in the river --
Spring comes to Boston.
The poet comments, "The view from the subway as it goes across the Charles River on a sunny morning is a lovely way to start the day..."
Ayer, en sueño,
Oyé cantar colores.
No temo nada.
The poet comments, "Translation:
Last night, in my dreams,
I heard the colors singing.
Now I do not fear.
Just a reflection on the surreal world of dreams, that makes sense at the time but never afterward."
frozen water drop
hanging from a pine needle
obstructing spring time
The poet comments, "The dogs refused to move forward when the sensed that the ice on Hudson Bay was too thin to cross. We had to change our direction of travel. "
That old dinosaur
sank into the swamp quicksand
bones in museum
Metaphysical
theories of the universe
enlightening me
Rats? Naw! On my sill?
There are signs of mice droppings
Though I could be wrong.
Palm Sunday sadness
Sees not-so-far rejoicing
Resurrection day
Neatly snowblower
Slices heavy spring snowfall
I walk through wedding cake
spring snow on far ridge
"No!", "Sorry", "Love you"The poet comments, "Response to Mike Price... Don't want to sound like the internet mom but I, like the rest of you on the haiku page, believe in the power of few words."
The poet comments, "Awakening to behold a snail climbing up on my window on damp mornings is a frequent event here by the ocean - the question is why does a snail feel motivated to do that? "
Climbing this mountain
I wonder why I do it
the stars seem brighter
Mountain prison town.
Adirondack springtime thrills
Walls that chill the soul.
Ancient snow heavy
Mixed with soot and salt and sand
On tulips swelling.
El Niño vino
Llevando las lluvias.
Desierto brota.
The poet translates,
El Niño arrived
Carrying much rain to us
The desert flowered.
The poet comments, " tough to follow the 5-7-5 sequence"
The poet comments, "Human company would be more beneficial. "
Toast Point thinks that living by the sea sounds delightful, though chilly.
nature's sandbox plays
natural selection wins
duckbilled platypus
morning fresh blossoms
time revolves around the day
shades hold out the night
black adder striking
startled mouse accelerates
caught by nimble cat
daynight and nightday
arctic summer or winter
rhythms in limbo
Friday caught in web
is it work-week or weekend?
what about Sunday?
is culture good sense?
why is all rhetorical?
how does my gut fit?
bye wumpus and toast
weekend away from haikus
live in non-web home
Toast Point is looking forward to the day when he has full-fledged web access at work - soon, he hopes.
tea ceremony
find out polite way to sit
feeling lost in legs
I dreamed of dying
I woke alive and relieved
Time to start living
The poet comments, "Funny how dreams can change your perspective. "
feathery snowflakespause, record image
run to catch up to partner
winter haiku hike
Ragged chunks of ice
open water in the creek
hooting of an owl
You can't expect thatCumulonimbus
west palm spring break -The poet comments, "and sometimes proving it! although i never saw proof personally..."
sunlight, water glass
rainbow
on her cheek
Halloween moon
hungry night creature
in a pink tutu
morning sunflowers
lambs frolic up the hillside
flying skirts
garage full of tools -
new job, every single time
to the hardware store
insured to the hilt
everything but falling rocks
boulder flies the nest
Said words have no voice.
I'm swimming in the silent
Sad world of white noise.
Days of quiet rain,
windy evenings, cold nights.
Summer's miles away.
improvisation
molten essence of the soul
dancing from my horn
it will not be chased
nor stand for being ignored
love sets its own terms
Getting back in shapeFat balloon tires
rusty chain and single speed
dad's exercise plan.
Painful bash to groin
somersault the handlebars...
a teenage bike ride
small piece of blue yarn
dangles from bathroom faucet
silent water drips
dear little children
so easy to entertain them...
a bag of play-dough
The poet comments, "Hoping for a rainbow"
The prophesized ape
Has risen from the depths
None will be his God
A happy ship sails
It runs into an iceberg
While drowning, men freeze
Clowns circle the earth
Waiting for the time to come
When they can invade
Clowns cross the desert
Searching for the clown temple
It lies in the sea
The cow from Hades
Rises from the ocean's depths
And consumes mankind
I smoke human bonesThe poet comments, "Humorous?"
Certainly thought-provoking...
struggle against her
moby dick always prevails
the earth will abide
oxygen starving
no beast nor man meant to be
on high Everest
behold shooting stars
messages for all below
clear crisp winter sky
following bird calls
knowing i can not belong
shoe lost to the mud
Hobo on a train
relic of bygone era
countryside in spring
The poet comments, " It's a meanful day stuck on the desert."
spring's sun breaking clouds
a sad day to take away
flower grown to mourn
sunset water's edge
lemmings bounding off of a cliff
room for tomorrow
Spring is here at last
moles at play digging up yard
interrupt cat's yawn
cat marking master
woman washes winter off
bird looks for nest site
folds furrowed in time
lion overtakes a deer
no time for thinking
Ein einzelnes Blatt
The poet translates,
A single leaf
hangs until spring in the tree
and thinks it's alive."
Neighbor's aged mother
succumbs to toll of her years...
a plate of cookies
Standing by Tom's tomb
The poet comments, "Any reproductions in whole or in part of my poem is prohibited by law."
The poet comments, " An interesting mental picture of these tatooed young people in 60 or so years."
Last step almost missed
all eyes seem to catch near-trip
embarassed laughter
The poet comments, "Ice is the frosting on depression... "
crooked craggy creek
tree limb floats through the canyon
bound for babbling brook
volcano holds rain
water charges lava lake
a redband trout spawns
hawk surveys the scene
nature's enduring teacher
prey scurry below
cannot keep moments
realize time is flowing
the watercourse way
sameness of life is
sublime and ridiculous
both at the same time
foraging for food
the scavenger, bone breaker
human hyena
friday the thirteenth
black panther crosses your path
brushy scrub hides you
all is attraction
nature dances in spring time
offspring soon follow
There they are standing
The only two people in
The world forever
There they are standing
Together, young and in love
Always and ever
Alone in the world
Their Lives, their hearts forever
Together as one
Always together
For eternity or more
Never ending Love
Inseparable
Two hearts beating in rhythm
Now and forever
Mysteriously
Self-inducing chamber
My heart pounds louder
glance beyond the wall
a fall of mist casts rainbow
captivating me
hollow fruit no worm
bumble bee seeks hive shelter
crisp fall, leaves falling
in towers of steel
fine portions of food and drink
watching the yard birds
of time and haikus
countless areas of sight
engage our minds
implore toast and sage
assuage guilt and bestow stars
for verse borne on web
haikus taking flight
rising with all the senses
praises all seasons
craggy crevice caught
frantic freckled furry fawn
bleating, beckoning
mask behind the rain
downpour drums staccato beat
summer's smiling face
wild creative verse
awaiting vaudeville hook
pull me back to job
friday week's old maid
looks back to monday's newness
trips over wednesday
writing and thinking
slowness of old computer
my time will not wait
a mundane redoubt
the practice of vocation
adeau sweet haiku
Foamy ocean wavesSilky sapphire sea
Rippling in the currents
Like sheets of satin.
Glinting crescent moon
Illuminates velvet sky--
Stars dance by moonlight.
The poet comments, "I am 22 and graduated from Pepperdine University in Southern California. I just received my teaching credential to teach elementary school. I love to write Haiku! "
The blinding sunlight
chases away the shadows
Gently, but with force
Living with my sin
I am ready to go through
Hell for what I've done
bent brown balsam branch
backing barrow bark bender
break by barren bay
earth's spinning axis
circular reality
reach out for the moon
earwig and corn ear
mind their particular fate
simply treat the birds
bristle cone ripeness
seeds helicopter to earth
squirrel chases them
soft forest carpet
nature is all around me
I fall fast asleep
The poet comments, "This is one of five haiku written while watching birds at my feeder outside the window."
feeder swings freely
seeds scattered on ground’s frost
juncoes have picnic
loud red, sedate beige
decorate branch, await feed
patient cardinals
Siamese eyes peer
reflect sky through two windows
bird view, glass prison
limbs awake, bark yawns
roots claw through underground springs
shoots appear, splatter green
grizzled old man aims
Elegy for TomThe poet comments, "Tom Pappas was a good friend to everyone he met. When I went to see him in the hospital on February 28 three days before he died, Tom said that I "might place a wager" on a certain trainer's racehorse. When the horse won, I called Tom and said that I was holding the winning uncashed ticket for him. Tom said that he could not cash the ticket so I will have to keep it until I see Tom again. "
The poet comments, "I swore as the wind sliced through me and blushed at the thought of the half-naked toothless old man braving it out there!"
March Winds? minor pain ...
Half-naked, wrinkled old man
Fights hunger daily!
The poet comments, "Do we ever realize how lucky we are?"
tiny snow tunnelsspringtime sounds from high
skeins of geese honking their joy
sky locomotives
purple buds of springDaunting upward paths
chosen in journeys through life
provide better views.
The poet comments, "Probably more a maxim than a haiku, but an analogy I thought of on a hike."
Bubbles on the breeze
The poet comments, "Kewl...I got into this cuza my friend Mako/Faye Otsuji!"
The poet comments, " A scene from a dream I'd had"
The poet comments, "I suppose one could translate these names as "hot-as-hell" and "sky high, but the emotional content would be lost and no "inner-circle" South African fisherman would recognise them! "
Right! Left! Hesitates...The poet comments, "This is the response from my colleague for my squirrel haiku 'cause he thought it was too cute and dainty! We did argue about squirrel being one syllable or two ..."
Alien contactThe poet comments, "Inspired by the "X-Files." "The Truth is Out There!" Whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle whistle..."
porcelain crashes --
Great oak breathes stillness
beneath the falling colors
gravity smiles
El jardín mustio-
The poet translates,
The withered garden-
now only
silence blooms.
No sé si llegue
tu canto hasta las nubes,
cisne que mueres.
The poet translates,
I don't know
if your song will reach the clouds,
dying swan.
El río helado-
ahora sólo fluye
una memoria.
The poet translates,
The frozen river-
now only a memory
flows.
Taillights fade in fog The poet comments, "How my commute felt this morning."
Seagull flying low
above the ocean waters
searching for dinner
The poet comments, "I wrote this on a camping trip in the mountains while pondering a rather large pine tree."
Sitting quietly,
Cherry blossoms fall to ground
Winter in spring...
The poet comments, "I wrote this while looking at a grove of Cherry trees that were in bloom."
Like sudden zephyrs
Tossle swelled September wheat
The naive stagger
Red Duck swims so well,
Bad Turtle watches, not quite.
My pond is awake.
The poet comments, "tres deep..."
two saffron crocuses
Huddled in a tree
recently returned robins
curse the cold spring snow
The poet comments, "It seems like the robins always get caught in the last of the season's snows."
Too much wasted time
Afraid to say what we feel
Pain outweighs the truth
Lying on the grass
Staring into forever
I feel the Earth turn
Day is getting old.
The white of hair yet lightens
tired dusk of skin.
Daily modernism
Painted by old masters is
The classic evening.
Twilight descends...
An old crow soars wearily
switching on the stars.
..Echoes of Big Bang,
its last reverberations,
its glowing embers...
The poet comments, "Five twilight haiku's"
Down jacket hanging
Sweatshirt and sweaters are worn
El Nino still plays
with velvety leavesThe poet comments, "a rose for You, dear Agustin Eastwood De Mello.. *intoxicating smile* "
Squirrel digs, puzzled
rush to enter her
The poet comments, "that was fun, i'm starting to emerge from hybernation!"
westerly winds gale
evicting bird nest from tree
the young fledged last fall
The poet comments, "the robin has less to work with this year. blame it on el nino"
the snail family
fight for rotting cucumber
slime a primal thanks
in patches of fog
the gnarled oak survivor
showing his old age
a blanket of snow
quiet in alpine mountains
wilderness at rest
the wind taking
brilliant beauty of
cardinals in winter dress
like fire against snow
candles burn lower
shadows flicker on the walls
mind creates castle
granddaughter sits, works
as did her mother long ago
as did HER mother
driving down a dark tunnelFrog aquacade singsFood for hungry crows
Sorrow for an unknown soul
Nuts lost forever
Setting sun vibrates
Skipping rocks on the water
Like souls cheating fate
Underneath heavens
Stars burning and exploding
My own universe
The poet comments, "Inspired by Neil Finn"
Betrayed and forlorn
Tears soothe deep cuts within
As I walk away
The poet comments, "Copyright 1998 William Brant "
clear spring sky -
