Uma Madhu writes 04/29/98

DeVar writes 04/29/98

Students in corner
read the old geographics
visit ancient worlds

Shijin writes 04/29/98

dismal gray shadows,
no birds, no joy, no light,
rain is soon coming

the nightingale croons
beauteous music from her
clearing clouded minds

A. E. Poynor writes 04/28/98

sliding on the ice
wings beating, feet backpedal
snow goose! spring is here

DeVar writes 04/28/98

couples riding bikes
visit those raking their lawns...
daffodil season

Stuart Reed writes 04/28/98

Cravings are only
Temporarily assuaged
Said the aged sage.

A life within a life
Proves only that life is
Convincingly rife.

Is it true that our
Dreams evaporate like dew
In the new sun's beams?

I feel like a heel
But I can't be because heels
Don't feel. Not real heels.

Jack the Ripper ripped
Ripe fruit off the tree and slipped
His knife in the skin.

Stubborn as a mule
I resist temptation, though
I can't stop the drool.

Liposuction sucks.
Both figuratively and
Literally sucks.

Nine to five is the
Working time. Add to that the
Commute. Life's a brute.

Elliptic, cryptic
Responses raise a rustic's
Hirsute eyebrow. Hick.

Java is either
A language or a coffee.
Either sounds or grounds.

When Stygian gloom
Descends on the room, Charon
Feels he's in heaven.

Inconvenience
Shows indifference for all
Forms of governance.

Toilet humour is
A reliable source of
Titters and sniggers.

The sins I enjoy
Have so far failed to destroy
The limbs I employ.

Massage your message.
Make it majestic. Mix it
Meticulously.

If I could extract
A little extra, I'd be
All that more exact.

Struggling for ugly
Recognition I win a
Sick competition.

The day's edges are
Chronologically at
Sixes and sevens.

Curds and whey. Whey hey
Up she rises. Miss Muffet
Don't like surprises.

Little in the way
Of minimalism strikes
The reader of Joyce.

Ionic columns
Have two lateral volutes
Of the capital.

Iambi, by and
By, came to mean lampoon. Don't
Ask. It caught my eye.

There's a love living
In every living being.
Dying, too, says you.

Epees and foils clash
With cutlasses and other
Fancy cutlery.

Whittling hickory
Is one of those pastimes that
Is now history.

Ferlinghetti put
His name up in lights. City
Lights, to be precise.

Liberace had
A liberal sprinkling of
Spangles and angles.

Camera angles
On candelabras. Boy, that
Boy could smile with guile.

May I propose a
Toast to the moustache? Raise your
Glasses to whiskers.

What shall I send you?
What will send you? What, my friend,
Is the proper blend?

Vinnie the Face writes 04/28/98

Andy Went writes 04/27/98

Harvest stubble burns
Smoking can damage your health
Autumn has cancer

Slash & burn farming
hoary family heirloom
dense haze clogs my lungs

Mauro Graziani writes 04/27/98

The poet comments, "translation: a leaf in the wind paints a sign without colours
gladly dedicated to my japanese teacher manuelasan"

CAVAC KOLOK writes 04/27/98

Sarah writes 04/27/98

The poet comments, "This horse is the bane of my existence"

Joe Gill writes 04/27/98

Sunlight speeds to Earth
From ninety three million miles
Cold beer and mug guard

The red hourglass
A subtle hint to take heed
Hell's doorway is small

The poet comments, "Beware the Black Widow". "

Stuart Reed writes 04/26/98

Judith Gorgone writes 04/26/98

green falls from maples
Spring snow littering the ground
the birds bob for worms

between sidewalk cracks
nature's persistence displays
a purple crocus

J.A. Duval writes 04/25/98

oh still still small stream
reflection of entire sky
in water crows fly

small plump furry eggs
neatly nestled on branches
pussywillows hatch

DeVar writes 04/25/98

Chimera writes 04/24/98

CAVAC KOLOK writes 04/24/98

Toast Point takes a bow and thanks the poet.

The poet comments, "please bundle these verses together in one heartfelt sentiment. Need I say more? For anyone who cares, I will be revealing my identity in about a month or so."

Oo, who is the poet really? Madonna? Jerry Springer?

Joe Gill writes 04/24/98

Floating orange leaf
The final remnant of fall
Whisked away by spring

Reflected image
Another world lies within
Another without

Anonymous writes 04/24/98

DeVar writes 04/24/98

The poet comments, "In every life some ice cream must fall. Shouldn't try to eat an ice cream cone and ride a bike at the same time."

Congi writes 04/23/98

The poet comments, "love me"

Um...OK!

CAVAC KOLOK writes 04/23/98

suited for his life
vagabond's leathery skin
always in season

blues brought by light rain
mind wandering from damp scene
chasing sunny dreams

a quiet moment
all nature is in Spring's way
my thoughts drift here, there

i watch from shelter
blossoms without bees droop damp
awaiting sunshine

thinking, writing, song
nature reflecting itself
i am, therefore i ---

Joe Gill writes 04/22/98

The poet comments, "No, this is not a cry for help. It's just a haiku."

Justin Snyder writes 04/22/98

Solemn winter days
Freezing without compassion
Relentless breeze

Indian Star writes 04/22/98

DeVar writes 04/22/98

CAVAC KOLOK writes 04/22/98

folk tunes old echoes
the long gone coffe house scenes
now feeling Fall's grip

record what matters
season, climate, find their place
essence is concern

ethnography's pen
witness nature as it is
facts enliven place

fast flowing funnies
push playfull poodle parade
mind meeting matter

The poet comments, "close to a crash and burn on the above. If it had peaches it would be Zappa-ish/esc. "

Monique de Plume writes 04/21/98

The poet comments, "Appreciation of a humungous, old spreading live oak tree."

CAVAC KOLOK writes 04/21/98

Mushtang writes 04/21/98

The poet comments, "I'm so lazy... "

N writes 04/21/98

last severed sunflower
you offer up your bounty
some winter's birds wait

heartsoul now beating
awaits now the coming of dawn
small birds peck rapiciously

CAVAC KOLOK writes 04/20/98

taste of wild weather
Winter is what Winter is
ignoring our kind

Annie writes 04/20/98

Wild tulips, tainted
by many good viruses,
now bloom vibrantly.

Sunlight, life of spring,
brings bright robins to green trees
where they nest and dine.

Dark girl weeps sharp pain,
her tears pierce unfeeling souls.
Now they understand.

Red cars screech loudly:
when hot engines are revved up,
they peel out on roads.

Joe Gill writes 04/20/98

Indian Star writes 04/20/98

The poet comments, "For Eric, the Astrologer"

Hee hee hee!

Drdah writes 04/18/98

The poet comments, "Catalina macarading as a mountain top"

Sumaq writes 04/18/98

Eagles' strength renewed
A wounded football player
Finds Spring love and soars

Handsome blond in shorts
Braving blustery spring breeze
Displays new tattoo

Above clouds men group
"Baruch ata Adonai...."
Airplane-synagogue

The poet comments, ""Blessed are you, Lord....""

Rain runs everywhere
Can almost see grass growing
Ahhh! No shoveling

CAVAC KOLOK writes 04/17/98

try best foot forward
three steps back with health waning
help me up from floor

sapped strength, slow sloth speed
heroic work stance needed
climb beyond danger

DeVar writes 04/17/98

four pieces of toast
big mug of hot chocolate
smart eating? not yet

A. E. Poynor writes 04/17/98

The poet comments, "This is for Joe Gill. The last line could very well be "BB gun cures all", however, if you put mothballs in the vent, the starlings will avoid it."

Lepus Consort writes 04/17/98

Kelly Leaf writes 04/16/98

In golden silence
Giant puffs of clouds gather
To watch the sunlight fall.

Like scattered seed pearls
Are these moments and memories:
These gems of haiku.

The poet comments, "I, too, love the simplicity of haikus, the challenge of capturing the essence of a moment. Thanks for your page! "

Chattering, gossiping
Applauding as I walk by,
Crisp leaves greet the wind.

With golden whispers
The vast blue forever
Sighs in his memory.

Painted by the wind
Gilded pinks and breathless blues
Sing a song of sunset.

One summer day dawned
A gentle wonder set in
And I was becharmed...

Feathery palm fronds
Frame my corner of the sky
Freckled with diamonds.

Zokok writes 04/16/98

My summer raindrops,
Soft, plump kisses on my face.
One falls on my nose.

My autumn raindrops,
Cold rain on a misty pond.
Fall's clouds rumble by.

CAVAC writes 04/15/98

stuck in day to day
snow birds begin their flight North
worklife anchors me

Spring night coolness
last of firewood up in smoke
all huddle near stove

Marc Bowers writes 04/15/98

Lepus Consort writes 04/15/98

Uma Madhu writes 04/15/98

Lostloon writes 04/14/98

DeVar writes 04/14/98

morning brings birdsong
smell of recently cut grass
spring season full strength

Walter writes 04/14/98

S. S. Slye writes 04/14/98

The poet comments, "Good Friday"

He lay in a cave,
Till Easter morn -- then empty,
Save a white wrapper.

Joe Gill writes 04/14/98

Linus Fernandes writes 04/14/98

Framing the door
she stood, invitingly mute,
a silent statue!

The poet comments, "I'm 24, a software engineer by profession, writing is a passionate hobby. I write to relax."

Thomas Bontrager writes 04/13/98

Joe Gill writes 04/13/98

The poet comments, "I installed a small bird house, but they still prefer my dryer vent. Maybe I'll start hanging my clothes. "

Joan writes 04/13/98

rattling seed pods
remnant of last years garden
the sound of wind chimes

A. E. Poynor writes 04/12/98

Erwin Paul writes 04/12/98

The poet comments, " I have a nice view west of Saddleback in Orange County, and this seemed a natural"

Among spring flowers
Following chaotic paths
Butterfly Lovers

The poet comments, " Fun to watch"

Sumaq writes 04/12/98

Sergei Braun writes 04/12/98

Cold hides in shadows.
Air's ablaze with blossoms and
busy buzz of bees.

through the open door
sun and cats watch silently
our first summer meal

Monique de Plume writes 04/11/98

Lepus Consort writes 04/10/98

sun shoots glance from east
drab hills transform to kelly
green thoughts start the day

DeVar writes 04/10/98

worried cows in fields
stare at huge round bales of hay
fearing McDonalds

little pointy spears
growing from his unshaved cheeks...
dangerous nuzzles

a hungry robin
has tug of war with a worm...
nature's spaghetti

cactus flower blooms
amid thorns on Good Friday...
crown of thorns recalled

The poet comments, "My cactus did blossom today for the first time this spring,kind of a solemn Easter image."

Jesscia Kauffeld writes 04/10/98

From dust you were made
And when time has run its course
To dust you return.

Traqair writes 04/10/98

Joebob Allison writes 04/09/98

Emma writes 04/09/98

Wailing wind blows hard
Flowers sway shivering cold
The sun turns coward.

Jim Hughes writes 04/08/98

There are none so cold
As the eyes of Goneril
When she looked on him.

Out of the same place
As her very heart should be
grows a thorned evil.

DeVar writes 04/08/98

The poet comments, "I saw an old high school friend the other night whose smoking habit has not been kind to him."

Mihajlo Mika Pavlovic writes 04/08/98

From Swallow Wings

Moon Wheel

Indian Star writes 04/08/98

Walter writes 04/08/98

Vid Vukasovic writes 04/08/98

The poet comments, "It really looked like a collage in the sky "

Anonymous writes 04/07/98

Joe Gill writes 04/07/98

Jamie Nolan writes 04/07/98

Summer ocean waves
flow towards the shore all day
until darkness falls

Stuart Reed writes (and writes, and writes) 04/07/98

Time is flying by.
Threatening pterodactyl
Wings darken the sky.

Momentarily
My breath turns to mist before
Evaporating

Calves nudge cows' udders
Looking for nipples, thirsty
For thick colostrum.

The gritty tang of
A geranium lingers
Between my fingers.

Sweat beads on my brow
Drips in my eye, splashes on
The polished parquet.

Runaway horses,
Manes flying, nostrils flaring.
Spirits of the Steppes.

This letter's not been
Sent a thousand times. This is
The thousand and first.

There's room between the
Rumour and the truth. Made of
Magnifying glass.

It looks like science
Has come up with another
Pointless appliance.

The energy of
Your enemy may be his
Own worst enemy.

Strict procedures picked
The losers, making winners
Of the precious few.

On the playing fields
Of vision, parallel lines
Apparently meet.

Poppies are making
A comeback. Look. Everywhere
Poppies underfoot.

Crisis management.
Spin doctors. Political
Agenda. D.C.

Lines snake round the block.
Autograph hunters seek their
Writhing paper prey.

Sergei Braun writes 04/06/98

We let our eyes see
Just images that touch us.
World mirrors our soul.

Lazy April sun
Rests lovingly on her face,
Drops yellow freckles.

She waves farewell. Breasts
Slowly rise, slowly recede.
Breath of the ocean.

The poet comments, "I dream about being lost in the ocean. Is there something sexual about it?"

Lepus Consort writes 04/06/98

The poet comments, "It's nice to be back."

Nice to have you!

DeVar writes 04/06/98

The poet comments, "I wonder if you had a busy week-end?"

It's a band, and yes, we had an all-day rehearsal Saturday. Plus Wumpus and I went to three shows this weekend too!

Vid Vukasovic writes 04/06/98

The poet comments, "It seemed that evening that crickets were chirping only from the old truck and not from places where they normally are. "

Maureen writes 04/05/98

The poet comments, "Winter is slow in leaving Alaska!"

DeVar writes 04/05/98

heavy spring snowfall
blankets the new flower beds
nap time for young plants

The poet comments, "It sems like we never know for sure if we are having spring until after it is over."

A. E. Poynor writes 04/05/98

The poet comments, "You can tell spring aroung here: sun, snow, rain. Not on the same day, but at the same moment."

just like a lover
spring winds are warm and gentle
frequently fickle

LongHair writes 04/04/98

Sidelong glances see
Purposeful thoughts revealed
Longing knows pain here.

Blue holds green skyward
Spring filled dreams eagerly
Closure for winter?

Foliage speaks green
Listening radiates summer
Fall asks no questions

Anonymous writes 04/03/98

Cavac Kolok writes 04/03/98

bet against the Spring
jack of diamonds the hard card
just ain't hard enough

The poet comments, "Thanks to R T for the jack of diamonds on the moon concept. CAVAC"

Springtime meeting gorge
oar in hand eyeing the foam
corkscrewing deschutes

quiet time to self
bountiful fungi harvest
Indian Summer

DeVar writes 04/03/98

The poet comments, "Actually this is a creation that I like. It is not a trick but a nice treat for those who like things a little bit hot.With just a bit of cayenne it makes a treat that tastes like regular chocolate puffed wheat but then it has a nice little burn just as you swallow. Great stuff!"

last year's dry garden
safe refuge little rodents...
nomads relocate

observe calendar
just three days into the month
most of pay cheque gone

The poet comments, "Wouldn't it be great to not always be one month behind."

Amani Na Baraka writes 04/03/98

Orange pancakes press
their lips against blue-berries
& come up with hips

the congo bleeds rum
through its drunken teeth, rubber
ghosts haunt leopold

jo'burg we hear you
soweto in my pocket
take back your sweet crown!

your eyes sprinkle heat
mocha colored bones blow smoke
into my misty lids

brown eggs splatter yolk
on the sidewalks of autumn
ice petals ooze cream

rainy days haunt me
my windowsill sweats blue mist
your flame wets my tongue

black bird in green patch
whistle real low, so low they
trip over your breath

The poet comments, "I am shopping my manuscript to be published. It is called "96 haiku" Are there any interested publishers or people who would like to share their haiku?"

Indian Star writes 04/02/98

perhaps he loves me
perhaps he loves me not
daisies never lie

Anonymous writes 04/02/98

DeVar writes 04/02/98

The poet comments, "It is a thrill to see new growth even when there is still some snow on the ground.Spring can't be too far away now."

Joe Gill writes 04/02/98

Moonlight touches me
But the moon is out of reach
Like she touches me

River writes 04/02/98

Indian Star writes 04/02/98

The poet comments, "Mmmmmm...the joys of connecting with a loved one"

Walter writes 04/01/98

The poet comments, "Looking for a hit. Third strike and this batter will be retired!"

Hawk writes 04/01/98