The
Toast Point
Haiku Contest!
Since 1995!
A Japanese Garden of Verse
Entries from February, 1999
Inkstone Foam writes 02/28/99
winter northern lightsribbons curls faint-neck sheet rains
dressing gown unfurls
lone crag wanderer
cobbled bouldered rubbled hills
stately empire pine
ringing dinner bell
playground laughter peals and dies
cooked kettle of fish
eyed defying death
in keen edges blade sharp tips
wild purple iris
eagle feather
spent carcass among rocks
diner's tip
vacancy insects!
pear blossum cul-de-sac bare
god damn el nino!
The poet comments, "all copyright B. Buettner 1999"
Jenna writes 02/28/99
Alone, I miss you.I need you most when you're gone.
Your sweet company.
Joyna writes 02/28/99
the hot hazy, sunblazes down on the island
which I am trapped on.
when the wind is quiet
and the birds begon to chirp
then spring has been born
On one summer's eve
you told me of love that strayed
..and that broke my heart
Civilization
immense word with little meant...
in this world today.
Pat Grantt writes 02/28/99
Basho's ancient frogLeapt into captured waters
Freeing liquid souls.
Annie writes 02/28/99
Crystal ImageryInhale Summer's Sin Sweet Air
Perfection Destroyed
The poet comments, "Love the site! You are the greatest!!!"
Inkstone Foam writes 02/27/99
stiff flavored watervision canker pillared whine
Li Po dying drunk
thirstless driven dune
sightless camel jewelled rich
salted shadow eye
slim leg of knowledge
meated round surround drawn ground
breaking weight bare bone
Duchamp plays at chess
one thirty one thirty one
thirty two moves nude
The poet comments, "copyright B. Buettner 2/99"
haikuPUNteur writes 02/27/99
In old Hungaryvampires are considered as
nothing budapest
if paprika comes
from africa, then it goes
that sage comes from age
Pat Grantt writes 02/27/99
Tattered and profanedWhite innocence abraded
Winter turns away.
Like the weather vane,
swinging to the south wind, we
turn and hear the geese.
SuperStar Pepe Guerrero writes 02/27/99
Dick Van Dyke, Bob HopeMary Tyler Moore and Mil-
ton Berle are all Old
Leaves, Falling on my House
Trapping my family within
Tis the Life of a fire ant
AdAm writes 02/27/99
My Cat just Ate SpamAnd now he won't quit pooting
I think that I'll Hurl!
Stuart Reed writes 02/27/99
Baldly stated boldInitiatives always seem
Mad to the layman.
The poet comments, "These are haiku written whilst milking cows and are called 'Cowed'"
Experimental
Ideas double back when
They hit cul-de-sacs.
Opponents of my
Prejudices have sweeping
Inaccuracies.
Leading ladies star
In celluloid fantasies
With cellulose breasts.
Flickering licks of
Painted flame dance across the
Animated screen.
When a mind holds forth
It does so through tongue or pen
Or typewriter key.
Yaks and other beasts
Of burden carry packs up
The Himalayas.
Thought blankets action
With a snowy avalanche
Of indecision.
I'm only a mule,
Everybody's fool. Ears flap
In a dunce's cap.
Dirigibles brought
Terrible tribulations
From the open sky.
Claudette writes 02/26/99
Volkswagen beetleWell-engineered arthropod
Hallowed be thy name
Dirty Old Man writes 02/26/99
forgotten ashesrekindled by Viagra
my phoenix rises
___ThisThing___63 writes 02/26/99
Cold, low air pressureHowl wind, snow storm, avalanche.
Nemesis of spring.
Tenderstorm writes 02/26/99
flowers on wingsflitting among the bushes
celebrating spring
bluest of blue skies
Narcissus adoring his
image on the sea
Mallik Bulusu writes 02/26/99
Breeze oftrees freeze at
sub-zero degrees
Honeyred writes 02/25/99
Winter apples brightCold cheeks of my sons glowing
My heart is in Spring
The poet comments, "My sons are Korean, Mexican and Irish. When they are cold, their cheeks look like beautiful bright red apples against the pale softness of their skin. "
Faithful friend brown fur
Sweet presence in all seasons
To play days, patrol nights
The poet comments, "For Bud, the sweetest dog "
Joyna writes 02/25/99
The things you love mostare usually taken away
when you need them most
People walk or crawl
to get to the cathedral
for Santa Marìa
the sweet sensation
of your flavor in my mouth
you...my M&M's
Toadster writes 02/25/99
the ice has not thawedfrozen stiff was the old toad
friend frog had him towed
Stuart Reed writes 02/25/99
Texans in StetsonsAnd boots with high heels exude
Huge self-importance.
The poet comments, "These are called 'Soldiering On'"
You to me are so
Delectable. I am so
Ineffectual.
How do we look to
The outside world or is that
None of our concern?
Evidently, pain
Can be sugar-coated if
Injected in veins.
Row upon row of
Ant-like humans march in step
To weekly pay checks.
A little knowledge
Gives the ignorant asshole
Mountains of courage.
He didn't want to
Lose his lucrative life so
He out and out lied.
Marihuana Tax
Act. Spellt with an 'h'. Designed
To tax Mehicans.
Stap my federal
Boots. Prohibition of my
Dope has shallow roots.
Becoming doting,
Grandparents bring gifts and smiles.
And parental wiles.
Morgan writes 02/25/99
A white box. On topA Robin, head tilted, and
Nothing to report.
The poet comments, "At Christmas time Robins report to Santy on whether children have being good or bad."
Yvonne Cabalona writes 02/24/99
at dusk,the stellar chill of Venus
and Jupiter
warmth self-wrapped
amidst stand of bare gingkos --
tropical palm
Monica Therese Curran writes 02/24/99
Winter brings manyThings including Egrets I
See in the green fields
Large are the Baleen
Whales as they open their mouths
Taking in plankton
Seen is its splender
There found is a fresh season
As we call it Spring
Thrusting upwards in
The morning, shining light comes
Fresh, smelling flowers
Blue with hints of green
Is the peaceful flowing stream
Starting a new day
Bluebird on my porch
Looking for a place to start
A journey so far
Joyna writes 02/24/99
I am full of thoughtsthat keep me from being happy
if only they left.....
when the skies darken
and the winds moan with pleasure,
then winter has come
toast goes to butter
as points match with a pencil
Haiku to Toast Point??
The poet comments, "(I am just joking)"
ten poems to a day...
there can be more for writers
...who have imagined
when you hear music...
it can take you far from here
and later leave you dazed
Mallik Bulusu writes 02/24/99
At heights ofbrilliance, invisible star
turns Golden
The poet comments, "'this happens at toastpoint too....'"
Loisseau writes 02/24/99
Looking at the sea,sweet pea memories of hands
touching secret places.
Watching him survive,
sharp syringe kisses, China White track
mark,red on his arms.
Inkstone Foam writes 02/24/99
yellowstone riverbamboo culled no common herd
wild asparagus
Coors on the menu
second floor noodle parlour
still reeks opium
slighted by thunder
hookless catch returned in rain
boat jaws wide open
don't look in their eyes
dim seventy ninth street station
dinosaurs abound
The poet comments, "been on the A train a time or two, manhattan"
whale bone story knives
ancestors drawn into mud
mukluks unmoving
jobless interview
too qualified, eccentric
they still can't decide
The poet comments, "all copyright B. Buettner 2/99"
Mallik Bulusu writes 02/24/99
Thorns of sandalwoodslices are more painful
than fragrant
The poet comments, " polymorphysm again."
Spencer Dirks writes 02/24/99
wonderful liliessun with rays of golden rings
this, the first of June
The poet comments, "I love writing beautiful haiku"
Dianna Vosburg writes 02/24/99
cold sun appearsgeese fly their runes across the sky
pigs wallow below
The poet comments, "I wrote this long ago on Claradan Farm (near Downtown Dogue, Virginia)."
Jekyll writes 02/24/99
Blizzard comes to townI knock on my neighbor's door
"Where's my snowblower?"
Out of Love writes 02/23/99
High tide back to lowCrabs out to the sand
and walk
Mallik Bulusu writes 02/23/99
Who caresthe font of fate, but
what's written in it
Laura Dadd writes 02/23/99
Soothing, calming quietWithout you life is dreary
Knowing you heavenly
Voice kind and urging
Face like a Siamese feline
Remembering you
The poet comments, "This was written about my drawing professor. She is the most creative and the best art teacher I have ever had"
Heather writes 02/23/99
The warming feelingThat comforts me while sleeping
yes, it is dreaming.
Yvonne Cabalona writes 02/23/99
collapsed with decay;yet from the tree stump
mushrooms
Justin Brown writes 02/23/99
The North Wind blows hardSweeping me toward my fate
unknown destiny
Jenna writes 02/23/99
Color the spring time.I'm mother of the rainbow.
Paint flowers with love.
Heather writes 02/23/99
Dance in the Forestthe leaves dance among the trees
waiting for the breeze
Stuart Reed writes 02/23/99
Satisfaction isSeldom guaranteed. You will
Not often succeed.
The poet comments, "These are called 'Quints And Tierces'"
The leech occupies
A blood-sucking niche, living
On red and white cells.
Battersea powered
A station and a dogs' home.
Neither one survived.
If you are flat on
Your back there is no chance of
Turning back the clock.
Shall we put aside
Our innate differences,
Our inborn guidelines?
Genes have pools in which
They squander far more often
Than they propagate.
Why do monks shave their
Pates? How can a haircut be
Thought of as holy?
Salamander swim
Where salmon and their kin are
Not in evidence.
Fourscore years of three
Square meals and what do you get?
Middle-aged spare tyres.
Bellringers suffer
From a surfeit of volume,
As do most D.J.'s.
It's the whispier
Harmonics that are ignored
In histrionics.
Chelsea writes 02/23/99
The clash of colorsSparkle in the evening sky
The sky comes to life
Iye Matsu-san writes 02/22/99
Evening's loneliness--Spreading in waves with the dusk:
Coyote's lament.
The poet comments, "Piggy-backing on a haiku submitted about morning loneliness and an owl."
Bosa Pavlovic writes 02/22/99
Pink rose petalsfrom the painting on the wall
spreading fragrance.
The poet comments, "The title: "The Rehearsal""
Mihajlo Mika Pavlovic writes 02/22/99
Horse shoe shadow.The blue leech of suspicion
at the road`s end.
Grimaces of clouds.
Processions of shadows
coming down the river.
The poet comments, "The title: "Waiting the Sand""
Pat Grantt writes 02/22/99
Cross the fretting skyWheeling terns and clouds scud by
Gripped by nettled spray
I once spoke the rhyme
That others sought with envy..
Sleep stole it away.
The poet comments, "Another fish story about the one that got away..half asleep in bed composting "perfect" poems that slip away by dawn."
Hee hee hee! Perhaps "composing"? Although Toast Point has read poems that should be composted...
Yvonne Cabalona writes 02/22/99
against the rain,Spring flourishes with
crimson blossoms
James DeFilippis writes 02/22/99
Golden leaves flutterCollecting on new snow
Winter holds her breath
Shameless trees limbs bare
Dance under the Harvest Moon
Knowing the winds touch
Immodest without leaves
Nude Willows stand in small groups
Watching their leaves leave
Kristine Bondoc writes 02/22/99
sill silent fiery eyesLonging hoping dream my love
Part not I am here
Inkstone Foam writes 02/21/99
these taoist treasuresendless travel round Fuji
lichens and mosses
blood on "Spring Snow"
Yukio Mishima
sword in his belly
out-curled palm open
eyeless caged-floor spilling wine
monkey grabs the moon
The poet comments, "copyright B. Buettner 2/99"
Mallik Bulusu writes 02/21/99
Womb, it beginsEnds in a tomb
journey of life
Stuart Reed writes 02/20/99
The larger the mouth,The smaller the mind. Take it
Easy, humankind.
The poet comments, "These are called 'Silent Wind'"
Representative
Sensitivity seeks in
Vain for company.
A lock on the door
Eliminates boors. Boredom
Versus unwashed hordes.
Tantalising trips
Beckon in brochures. Let's go
To Nova Scotia.
Damned if you do and
Damned if you don't. Falling in
Love, as is your wont.
Getting away from
What they have created makes
Tourists elated.
Particle half-lives
Measure decay in some strange
Atom crushing way.
Palomino stud
Is a pal of mine. He reads
My breath, like fine wine.
Salacious soldiers
Ejaculate through barrels
Of penis symbols.
Boom and bust. Does the
Federal Reserve deserve
Your financial trust?
Mindy writes 02/20/99
If the world was flat,could I jump off of the edge
and float into space?
My cat, black and white...
soft purring like an engine...
content to just be.
Arkady Elterman writes 02/20/99
Wet, shape of a hand,red leaf sticks to the windshield.
Have to pull over.
Inkstone Foam writes 02/20/99
bent knees at the barreapplause strings up their point shoes
bare wrists as they're bent
through paper windows
inward glow outward glimmer
fireflies come home
The poet comments, "for Toast Point; without whose website, these efforts I would not have."
That's so sweet!
The poet comments, "copyright B. Buettner 2/99"
Joyna writes 02/19/99
the wind fiercly moanedand the trees swayed with harshness
in the winter storm
birds, fireflys, owls, dove
spring, summer, fall, and winter
love, friends, wisdom, peace
Arkady Elterman writes 02/19/99
Orange sun atopHighway ramp running uphill.
Red sign says "wrong way".
Tenderstorm writes 02/19/99
speaking silentlynot finding the words to say
he's out of his mime
Jekyll writes 02/19/99
Pacific SummerBaywatch reveals a great truth
Hasselhoff can't act
haikusmith writes 02/19/99
once green now goldenlawn sporting Winter fashion
friends visit from North
I wrestle dream beast
enter metamorphosis
beast and I be one
in a haiku dream
everything was crisp and clear
each season came 'round
passing by jive street
night alluring with bright lights
doff hat, leave quickly
Inkstone Photowriter writes 02/19/99
Kerouacs' ink sealall night carving characters
saxophones be-bop
bent rye dew falling
nourished tounge-hide placenta
spring splatters moist milk
cold threadless nightshirt
scene through the loose hole chewed seam
winter needled moon
The poet comments, "copyright B. Buettner 2/99"
Arkady Elterman writes 02/19/99
Sitting in the aisle,Adream, I still don't believe
This "Boeing" can fly.
Joyna writes 02/18/99
ballerina twirlsdazed in soft piano music
giving her whole heart
Pablo Picasso
looked at trumpet and Brasso
painting it was prime
The poet comments, "(Brasso is a type of polish for brass)"
Stuart Reed writes 02/18/99
Echoes inch acrossThe canyon, slowly finding
A home in an ear.
The poet comments, "These are called 'Having My Sober Say'"
Devoid of deadly
Viral infections, my blood
Is pure. No question.
Badly worded prose
Goes against the grain and gets
Up one's reading nose.
Echoes flinch when they
Meet a vacuum. Nothing to
Transport them. They're doomed.
Zing went the single
String of my heart. It was an
Emotional start.
Alive, alive, oh.
Cockles and muscles. She sells
Sea shells. She hustles.
By the book I swear.
Put your hand on morocco.
Swear rococo oaths.
Tell me timidly
You're not definitively
Determined to die.
Leather comes from cows.
Bindings for books were once a
Bovine covering.
Underestimate
At your peril. The speed of
Light is absolute.
Darrell Lindsey writes 02/18/99
focus on Jesusrepent of your ways
and don't worry about Mr. Lindsey
Arkady Elterman writes 02/18/99
Nevada highway.How long have I been asleep?
This is my exit.
Inkstone Photowriter writes 02/18/99
type word rhythm typetake up the brush for ten years
typing will dissolve
offered a dungeon
skeleton wind risked freedom
bone knife split the void
blow the inkstone foam
cast away the old glued brush
scrape paper kotsu!
The poet comments, "(homage to basho's hutless journey) (homage to benson's brushless journey) haiku triplet copyright B. Buettner 2/99"
Miki writes 02/18/99
A butterflystops a child from crying
on the meadow
The poet comments, "Croatian:
Leptir
prekida djecji plac
na livadi"
The gray-haired old man
took a rest on the tree-stump -
the growth rings of memories
The poet comments,
"Croatian:
Sijedi starac
pocinuo na panju -
godovi sjecanja"
Tenderstorm writes 02/17/99
little black pebbleskipping over rivulets
of the babbling brook
3rd rock from the sun
Buffy, the vampire slayer
Frasier, just shoot me!
Possum writes 02/17/99
Software and hardwareOh to know PC and Mac
How do I delete?
In my coffee cup
There is watery beige hell
Gets me through the day
Pat Grantt writes 02/17/99
Chaos in the eaves -Steller's jays discussing their
claims to one last seed.
Stuart Reed writes 02/17/99
Vigilantes meetViolence with violence,
Answering to God.
The poet comments, "These are called 'Theories Again.'"
Inundated with
Statistics and logistics
Captains order fire.
Loaded into sacks,
Cats squall and scratch with cats' paws,
Tearing hemp to shreds.
Deepest recesses
House intuitive guesses.
Haunted nooks house ghosts.
Deep midwinter wails
Across the frozen tundra.
Santa strokes his elves.
A middling muddle.
An acceptable jumble.
More or less a mess.
Dialogue of one.
Therapeutic singalong
In a monotone.
Paddle up a creek.
If it's all Greek to you, it's
Double Dutch to me.
Davey Jones' locker,
Deep beneath the surface, may
Contain a shocker.
Shaking free her fur,
Bubbles is glad I've finished
Extracting the burr.
Darrell Lindsey writes 02/17/99
a blue sweater breezethe man on the bicycle
shouting at himself
Inkstone Photowriter writes 02/17/99
this red peonyvortex hurried collusion
spiralling in
waists held but lightly
this buildings fire pink granite
will you powder me?
The poet comments, "inscription for a portrait"
The poet comments, "copyright B. Buettner"
Joyna writes 02/16/99
the air is chillyin the nights of bright lanterns
on All Hallows eve
the ants move mountains
and a backyard is their world
small...but big to them
the lotus flower.
symbolizes beauty's touch
but...all natural.
The poet comments, "(I meant natural as in being beautiful without makeup. By just being the flower it is.)"
RGBerard writes 02/16/99
Pushed air, tube's fresh breezeUnderground, not subway, mate
Queensway: mind the gap
The poet comments, "London Underground 1"
Toast Point was on a bus this past weekend that advised people getting off to 'walk alertly'. He thought that was bizarre.
Haikusmith writes 02/16/99
she having rough patchanxious to tell her best chum
relief and comfort
chum they call dogfish
ummiat their word for boat
and we but dog men
KSGraham writes 02/16/99
Numbers piled like snowFootprints pointing to the past
Did I once walk there?
The poet comments, "Title: Forgotten Math"
Darrell Lindsey writes 02/16/99
vast stretch of highwaythe day running on empty
for a few more miles
Pat Grantt writes 02/16/99
Tilly Titmouse taughtTom Tanager to tango...
Now it's tease for two.
The poet comments, "The tango is such a tantalizing, teasing dance."
Truly grumpy dogs
Floss their teeth with fragments of
Postal uniforms.
Yvonne Cabalona writes 02/16/99
giving morning'sloneliness a voice ---
the lone owl
Kyra's Mom submits 02/16/99
The weather is coldFlorida is very warm
Go on vacation
The poet comments, "written by Stacey Abraham, Ivan Atochin, Illona Karob, Kyra Maginity & Jared Marks -- Loesche Elementary School, First Grade (computer class)"
Toast Point strongly suspects that many of the following haikus from 2/16 are the result of some clever English teacher turning the class loose on the contest. He also suspects that this is not the same class as listed above.
Mike Applegate writes 02/16/99
My breath was takenat the sight of the ocean
that moment was great.
David Buss writes 02/16/99
Trees have leaves and barkBirds live and nest in big trees
I love to climb them.
Thomas Tonra writes 02/16/99
A tree in the woodsIt talked to me but then it
Fell right on myself.
Kim F writes 02/16/99
Colors overheadAfter the rain and the sun
Could there be gold there?
MATTHEW L writes 02/16/99
There is a rainbowstreaming across the ski so bright
find the pot of gold.
Loraina Hacker writes 02/16/99
The birds and the beesAnd the flowers and the trees
In this pretty world
Thomas M. O'Grady writes 02/16/99
Beautiful natureBirds singing, flowers blooming
Green grass with crickets
Adam Altobelli writes 02/16/99
Free peaceful happyFrolicking playing
Running hopping cool
Dana Glover writes 02/16/99
Birds fly in the sky.The sun shines on everything
On a summer day.
bubbles ROGERS writes 02/16/99
The blue of the skyJoined with the white clouds in peace
Just look up sometimes
Collins writes 02/16/99
Likes to play sometimesWill obey if you tell them
I have one at home
Jessica writes 02/16/99
Green trees everywhereLeafy, green, beautiful, and tall
Yellow red orange
Kevin Stryzek writes 02/16/99
Fish live in water.There are many kinds of fish.
I even have one.
CHEIF writes 02/16/99
The Falcons are ggodThey can do the dirtybird
The Broncos beat them
Milk Krucek writes 02/16/99
The year 2000The beginning of the end
Judgement day is near
Tom Brozek writes 02/16/99
I like animalsBut sometimes they are sticky
So I don't own one
The poet comments, "I liked making this. It was a fun project, I hope you agree!"
It made Toast Point guffaw.
Paul Krumrie writes 02/16/99
I like trees a lotMy house is by a forest
The forest is fun
Sara "Jaws" Owano writes 02/16/99
A crescent shines downTiny dots light the heavens
Crickets chirp their song.
Becky writes 02/16/99
When it's raining hardand the sun comes out and shines
a rainbow appears.
Stephanie Gancarski writes 02/16/99
A hot summer daythe sun shines brightly above
children scream and play.
Dennis Rodriguez writes 02/16/99
A stream flows downwardand it keeps flowing but where
does the water go
Mike Domagalski writes 02/16/99
I like many thingsOne thing is I like all trees
Why because they're cool
Steven Vander Vliet writes 02/16/99
Birds are good creaturesThey fly in summer mornings
They're very graceful
Dan (the man) Perez writes 02/16/99
A pretty flowerdescribes Lauren's pretty eyes
Like a pretty flower
Gregory Botica writes 02/16/99
It is beautiful,The sun brings us warmth and life,
We need it to live.
The poet comments, "Here, I hope hope you enjoy it."
Christina Connolly (coopie) writes 02/16/99
All of the seasonsSummer, spring, autumn, winter
nice, hot, warm, cool, cold
Mike Kolek writes 02/16/99
The grass is real greenand the sky is really blue
and I don't know why.
Elizabeth Harrison writes 02/16/99
The grass is bright greenThe sky is glistening blue
The birds sing so loud
The poet comments, "I put time and effort into all of my poems."
Hanna Ehlers writes 02/16/99
The crisp air is coldThe cool cold breeze hits my face
That means winter is coming
Jim Nowaczyk writes 02/16/99
The sound of the gunThe fall of the bloody bird
O how very nice
Dale west writes 02/16/99
wet at break of dawncut and trimmed everyday
left alone at night
Julie Molina writes 02/16/99
Enjoying scenesWondering about this world
The wonders of life
Justin writes 02/16/99
The sun is settingThe gorge looks like it's painted
Beautiful it is
Pinak Trivedi writes 02/16/99
The birds are chirpingMorning dew is forming now
Welcoming the dawn
Sherry Lewon writes 02/16/99
Beautiful flowersWarm breeze in the clear blue sky
A clear summer day
Mindy Morrissy writes 02/16/99
The bright sky is filledFilled with birds that fly though clouds
They are so distant
Jim Ackley writes 02/16/99
A soaring bullet floats aboveis white and has beautiful white wings
soaring high above in happiness.
The poet comments, "Haikus Suck"
Tim Egan writes 02/16/99
The fall of winterSnowfall glistens in the air
Oh how I like it.
The poet comments, "this sux"
J. D. Derbas writes 02/16/99
Dark bright once or twiceWings on a flower petal
Wings that flash colors
David Rooney writes 02/16/99
Haiku through the treesThe wind breezes in the air
Stormy it may be.
Matt Martin writes 02/16/99
The lights shine brightlyVehicles travel very fast
The stars walk the streets
Ryan Corcoran writes 02/16/99
The bird is flyingIn the very high blue sky
And then it got shot
The poet comments, "haikus stink"
Reem Salah writes 02/16/99
Its white wings flappingA small breeze against its face
Filling the blue sky in white.
Whitney Mizera writes 02/16/99
Black and white blotchesStanding on the morning dew
While hearing loud moos.
Phil Krutal writes 02/16/99
Birds fill the blue skyOne falls and hits the hard ground
The sky turns dark gray.
Mary Kunkel writes 02/16/99
A car goes by fastWhile the sound travels behind
Then slows down to stop.
Andy Cachey writes 02/16/99
There was a snow stormBecause of it we missed a
Ton of class time
The poet comments, "this is a horrible haiku"
Pinank R. Chheda writes 02/16/99
A big explosionRocks burst high into the air
Dust clouds fill the sky
Racheal Elizabeth Purintun writes 02/16/99
The rain falls clearly.Cold outside, yet warm inside.
Cloudy thoughts, clear mood.
Nicole Lentes writes 02/16/99
Leaves blow in the windThe sound fills the crisp clear air
The sound of spring time
Mallory Theisinger writes 02/16/99
Flowers in the wind.They are sweet and beautiful.
Springtime in the air.
Jeff Scholefield writes 02/16/99
The Morning Dew DropsThe Cool Crisp Air Of The Dawn
An Amazing Sight
Kevin writes 02/16/99
Wind Is Very StrongIt Carries Clouds Overhead
Gentle Rain Bring Calm
Karlie Spence writes 02/16/99
Cool autumn leaves rush.Southward birds fly far away.
As winter unfolds.
Micah Sobus writes 02/16/99
A silence impartsthe wonder in all you see.
That look on your face.
Inkstone Photowriter writes 02/15/99
night blinkless black skystones skip buoy to buoy
smugglers paradise
how to count porridge
by seeds by petals by fruit
garden dementia
The poet comments, "copyright B. Buettner 2/99"
Elaine Cleveland writes 02/15/99
florist shoprainbow of roses --
not a single scent
coldest winter night
bare branches scraping the sky
digging up the stars
rabbit tracks vanish
halfway across the front yard
shadow of the hawk
camping by the lake
watching the full moon rising
silver plated clouds
Mallik Bulusu writes 02/15/99
snow forms andmelts in course of time
reflecting winds
Silver lining
hides all the gloom
in the cloud
Broken feathers
Are not affected by
weather fluctuations.
Water water
everywhere, nobody
to drink
The poet comments, "Ban the weapons of mass destruction, else this might well be the fate of the mother earth."
electrons caught
in a shell don't travel
much distances
The poet comments, "At times we do not achieve what we want when we are
1) plagued by external influences
2) caught in vicious circles
3) too small to defy the gravity of the problem
"
tears of struggle
vanish in no time
on victory
The poet comments, " but the struggle is worth it."
Life, at crossroads
is confusing, and life
is full of them.
The poet comments, "Life is all about DECISION MAKING at any point of time."
Persistence
is the answer to
resistance.
The poet comments, "Art of winning the tough with patience."
Truly emanating source
as well as reflecting light
can form shadows.
Reusing wheel solves
a problem quickly, but reinventing
solves many unknown.
The poet comments, " Reinventing a wheel is not a bad idea either. - Mallik Bulusu"
Stuart Reed writes 02/15/99
Evening descendsAnd dusk comes across as an
Empty sense of loss.
The poet comments, "The first nineteen are called 'Much As They'd Like To.' "
Once again, you're only gonna see the first ten...
Harvest festival
Celebrated cerebral
Fruits on pedestals.
The once outspoken
Have since become broken down
Cyphers and tokens.
Men with golden arms
Do not have the Midas touch.
You would think they would.
Alumni gather.
Assembled remnants ponder
Ancient collages.
A broken window
Shattered by a shoulder. Shards
Discarded rudely.
Lessons in logic.
Aristotle invented
Aristocracy.
Agamemnon and
Agrippa. Today we have
Gore. Al and Tipper.
Tinkers and hawkers
Were frowned upon in a long
Gone English language.
Yon rag-and-bone man,
Son of a knife-sharpener,
Wishes he were dead.
Darrell Lindsey writes 02/15/99
lava in the skyall the sunflowers melting
in the heart of man
George writes 02/14/99
Icy winter gale,Leafless trees murmur and moan
I turn up my collar.
A yellow March sun
Looks down on mist-covered fields
A lone cat hunts mice.
Summer Vacation!
Noisy anticipation.
Quiet remembrance.
Fresh apple cider!
Who cannot taste the spring rains?
The warm summer days?
Elaine Cleveland writes 02/14/99
strong November windswhirling around and around --
tornado of crows
strong autumn wind blows
crows and yellow leaves about
patterning the field
Inkstone Photowriter writes 02/13/99
humps swill ebb and flo'capitols gone pit peachless
caterpillars rant
The poet comments, "(yours house,senate,clinton) copyright B. Buettner 2/99 "
Yusra Ahmad writes 02/13/99
Rose bathed in lightEach leaf cradles a dewdrop
Thorns jab the darkness
Stuart Reed writes 02/13/99
Everybody freeze.No one gets to leave unless
Daddy so decrees.
Sitting on the stoop
With an ice cold beer. Heaven
In an earthly sphere.
Even cabbage white
Butterflies live and die in
A world that's savage.
The poet comments, "I forgot. These are called 'Only Bite Off What You Can Chew'"
Tumbling tumbleweed
Chokes major arteries in
North America.
Bolder beholders
Would never hesitate when
Expressing their views.
Withdrawn introvert
Taps into a well-spring of
Internalised hurt.
Savage with totem
Has no need of polls. He likes
What everyone hates.
Perfidious husk
Of a worn out genius
Spouts out platitudes.
Pent-up pensiveness
Usually terminates
In an "ooh" or "ah".
And a good job too.
We wouldn't want our children
To live in yon zoo.
"Over yonder" said
My grandfather, speaking long
Gone English language.
Inkstone Photowriter writes 02/12/99
new year two thousanda feasting drunk moon schism
departing trousers
Giza pyramid
abrupt movement camel spit
the cameras gone
The poet comments, "copyright B. Buettner 2/99"
Joyna writes 02/12/99
when we are youngerthings seem to be more gentle
age strengthens rough seas
why is it that we,
each unique in our own way,
are trapped in copied webs?
copying others,
and all wearing the same clothes,
with crazy footsteps.
A piece of advice
be yourself and don't,
always match with others.
Mallik Bulusu writes 02/12/99
Guinea pigsAre not from Guinea
Nor or they Pigs
You can't see
A perfect transparency
In this universe.
Mr. Key never visited
Spain or Italy, as he would be
called Don Key.
When you LISTEN,
You ENLIST and you are
SILENT, do you know this?
Darrell Lindsey writes 02/12/99
lamplight forsakenthe moth circling the pillow
where you lay your head
fireflies in the grass
a lantern held high
above my head
distance between us
the irony of bridges
on the way back home
these feet are blistered
they need the balm of your hands
the salve of your soul
fog covers the bridge
of yesterday's
sunshine suicide
sailboat tilts toward sunset
her green eyes lifting the sky
even higher
tourists on a low cloud
wake me in a graveyard
from a dream of you eating thorns
mockingbird trembles
in the ghost town's only tree
answers the falling of leaves
hotel balcony-
listening to a George Jones tune
as the seagulls cry
honeysuckle eyes
in the night breeze
before Armageddon
Stuart Reed writes 02/12/99
Autumn in ParisIs cold and unpleasant in
Tenement buildings.
The poet comments, "These are haiku written whilst milking cows and are called 'Statically Charged'"
Rastaman dreadlocks
Form the hirsute bedrock
Of reggae and ska.
The elite compete
More with each other than with
Deadbeats such as we.
Lowered sights point to
The root of what might have been,
Triggering sorrow.
How many mickles
Make a muckle? How many
Slips twixt Cupid's lips?
We are out of luck.
That bally Billy Bunter
Will not share his tuck.
Lofty ideals are
Often espoused by left wing
Softies, says the right.
Pinko commie hip
Hop hippie Pommie dreadlock.
Insults I've received.
Do not bat an eye,
Though battered by your own shy
Impropriety.
Molecular grains
Of salt and sand occupy
Immense tracts of land.
Yvonne Cabalona writes 02/12/99
my cat ---a white shadow
moving through darkness
Inkstone Photowriter writes 02/12/99
yell- color poembasho's hut smell drifting in
-ow pointed end up
The poet comments, "homage to banana man copyright B. Buettner 2/99"
Mihajlo Mika Pavlovic writes 02/12/99
Mottled ants.From the scar of mist
coming down the river.
The poet comments, "Title: "Pilgrimage""
Paper kites,
from the serene sky:
setting down the river.
The poet comments, "Title: "Paper Dances""
Loisseau writes 02/12/99
Did you get one fromher? Valentine love baffles
all shy first grade boys.
Mallik Bulusu writes 02/12/99
All's not wellWhen it begins well and
Ends abruptly there.
The poet comments, "An exception to Shakesphere's 'All is well that ends well'"
Pat Grantt writes 02/12/99
Telegraphed todayIn mounds upon my doorstep...
"Spring has been delayed".
Musty sweet the morn
When soft green anoints the hills
framing daffodils.
The poet comments, "Damn the ice and snow I'm ready for Spring."
Inkstone Photowriter writes 02/12/99
elk hunt burnt mountainscattered hoofprints steaming snow
tasty twig porridge
The poet comments, "copyright B Buettner 2/99"
Laura Dadd writes 02/11/99
I think I hate youAfter reflecting on your
Poisonous glib tounge
Chilly down, soft white
Treacherous and mean to some
gentle and sweet to me
I thought you had left!
Shrinking snow, open rivers
Conspire to deceive.
Mallik Bulusu writes 02/11/99
Little ire in cigar stubturned all forest into coal
leaving eerie silence
Oh Mt. Hood!
You needed snow to cool
lava inside you.
The poet comments, "Few hide the innerself with bad intentions where as few suppress it for good(for eg. Mt Hood)."
How much ever
you try, you cannot seek
the omnipresent ether
The poet comments, "it is there everywhere, yet you can't seek because as you seek, it gets replaced with ether again."
Seven Sol-Fa syllables
do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti
tune in a haiku.
Laura Dadd writes 02/11/99
Silent dreamtime wakesThe slumbering privet self
Art takes its first breath.
Sarah Weisman writes 02/11/99
Owl in the light skyFly down now it's almost day,
Why are you out late?
Stuart Reed writes 02/11/99
You won't be aroundWhen placed underground, other
Than physically.
The poet comments, "These are called 'Tulips From Amsterdam'"
The nineteen nineties
Stress stress. It has turned out that
Far more is far less.
The pendulum swings.
Grandfather clocks in walnut
Cases know these things.
Chiming on the hour.
Boing. Ticking seconds slowly
Beat a clockwork gong.
Standing in the dock,
Regarded by a baleful
Eye. Witness programme.
Lost in inner space
We leave only a faint trace
Of keeping apace.
The Liberty Bell
Is symbolically cracked.
Freedom versus fact.
Wayne's World is one more
Parallel universe. That
Of a hopeless churl.
Brandy snaps cluttered
Biscuit tins with left over
Remnants. The ruins.
When light bulbs clatter,
It's because the filament
No longer matters.
J writes 02/11/99
Strong flaying warm windPushing tornados of leaves
Clogging storm drain, flood!
The poet comments, "Record high with record wind today! "
Inkstone Photowriter writes 02/11/99
knife sharpened koanbleeding warm meat from cut veins
rattlesnakes circle
The poet comments, "copyright B. Buettner 2/99"
Haikusmith writes 02/11/99
I recall my last Marchprolific haiku postings
why did it happen?
The poet comments, "Looking at the archive for March '98 surprised me. Where did all that energy come from? I don't recall, it remains a mystery why is haiku verse the only thing that remains?"
Darrell Lindsey writes 02/11/99
last night a short dreamthe conversation with you
still speaking to me
Balli writes 02/11/99
Summer sun risesGolden glowing ball of flame
Warms me from without
For Erik writes 02/11/99
All you would see isMy love for you if you could
Peer into my soul
Morgan writes 02/11/99
A white box. On top,A robin. Head tilted and
nothing to report.
Mallik Bulusu writes 02/11/99
What is half of 'half and half'?Milkman sez, its still 'half and half'
Math man denies, its just 'half'
The poet comments, " The first one talks quality and the second about the quantity."
When more than one
Murphy's laws state the same problem,
that's poly-murphysm
Inkstone Photowriter writes 02/10/99
free old orchid bookscourt page paddles petal boat
nematodes rooting
The poet comments, "copyright B. Buettner 2/99"
Mallik Bulusu writes 02/10/99
In a cavityThere is no room for
gravity, interestingly.
The poet comments, "Cavity should be imagined as infinite vacuum. There is space in vacuum but not for gravity."
Count number of letters
Small is bigger and
Big is smaller, funny.
How much ever you cut
HABIT on 'A BIT' by 'BIT' basis
IT remains, I mean HABIT.
The poet comments, "HABIT, A BIT, BIT, IT."
On a rainy day, "we-busy-ere
we saw vi.bG.yor", the seven
colored rain bow.
The poet comments, " Inspired by Alexanders 'able was i ere i saw elba', the palindrome."
Mallik Bulusu writes 02/10/99
mid-way through uphillfew think they are
half way down the trough
Mrs. Spy
couldn't hide that she's
from Mississipi
When dumbstruck
A poet became
Haiku guru, accidentally
The poet comments, "'because, he started expressing things in syllables'"
Back in school
We used to dance at 10 AM
Because, it's at-ten-dance hour
One auction
Behind another, wouldn't it
be(h) - ind(a)uction
The poet comments, "be induction......"
two guys in love triangle
fighting to-get-her
could never go together
The poet comments, "naturally..........."
Tenderstorm writes 02/10/99
like stars in the skya gathering of fireflies
celebrating life
a hundred-foot tree
falls heavily to the ground
tiny termites rule!
the fire in her eyes
burns fiercely into the dark
forests of my soul
a chorus of frogs
singing paeans to the rain
symphony of joy
a flurry of wings
tumultuous cacophony
honk if you're a goose
warm, soft, falling rain
drenching yet soothing the soul
this is tenderstorm
The poet comments, "a self-portrait"
look at the mantis
in earnest supplication
praying for a prey
Ben Witzenman writes 02/10/99
Warm murmurs beyondthe frozen wall slowly find
way to the iceman.
Swallowing the words
forced the new dad to vomit
his ulcer juices.
Frat boy anxious for
friday drink; the serpent smirks
like a sharp curved road.
Dammed duct overflows.
Blood splattered scrubs scream louder
than a lost child.
Darrell Lindsey writes 02/10/99
tongue breaking this lifeinto pure contradictions
I'm now my own myth
roaches and demons
landlords of this blue motel
with the neon sign
starlight for a crown
the down of yesterday's clouds
pillowing the bricks
the ultimate lies
the windmills out of control
where there is no wind
Alexander Sculthorpe writes 02/10/99
IntimidationThey try to make you afraid
Doesn't work on me
The poet comments, "This Haiku is about my emotions as a runner, and how intimidation plays an important part in the sport of running. This is a free entry contest, right?"
Pat Grantt writes 02/10/99
And o'er modern streetsThrough their plastic, neon gloom
Shines an ancient moon.
Roberta Taussig writes 02/10/99
I touch with my mindthe place in my heart you touched,
so deep, dark, and sweet
Inkstone Photowriter writes 02/09/99
the literatiburns workmen below bellows
rich laughs discarded
The poet comments, "struggle on! copyright B. Buettner 2/99"
BiG pAbLo writes 02/09/99
Piercing sirens soundBut nothing is emerging
traffic is halted.
The poet comments, "It gives a sense of a city-like atmosphere."
Anonymous writes 02/09/99
Memories buriedIn chock-a-block cemeteries
Water dead bodies.
Darrell Lindsey writes 02/09/99
mind open to skythe calligraphy of stars
turning into poems
Basho's frog is here
still jumping on lily pads
after all these years
grapes between her toes
the left foot barely moving
as I taste the wine
thunderstorm coming
woman with clothes in her hands
running for the back door
Pat Grantt writes 02/09/99
Diamond chips of iceAdorning bony fingers..
Winter is engaged.
Scavenging my wake
The soaring seabirds feast on
What to me is foam.
Darrell Lindsey writes 02/08/99
the fireflies of timememories of you coming back
in midnight flickers
leaves still falling fast
the wind laughing with the rake
like I'm their punch line
gypsies with flowers
follow the warm harvest moon
down a gravel road
dew on the blossoms
a widow in her garden
with a cracked vase
glitter in the trees
left by twelve hasty angels
caught in a rapture
crickets on the porch
a man in his rocking chair
dreaming of sunflowers
the petals of night
the way they flower the walls
when your touch whispers
while two lovers laugh
dolphins dance sunset water
in front of the ship
afternoon alone
counting the cherry blossoms
the barefoot highway
Haikusmith writes 02/08/99
potter wrestles clayhopes to impose form, function
sometimes the clay wins
The poet comments, "Dedicated to Carol who has written a book about the wonderful, diverse potteries of British Columbia. "
RGBerard writes 02/07/99
Come dark deep cold prayBattery please be strong but
Click groan dying dead
The poet comments, "Always carry jumper cables. "
Bright sun, bracing cold
Diehard Sears, expectant hope
Click, roar, off we go
The poet comments, "A more optimistic take. "
Darrell Lindsey writes 02/07/99
hands outstretched to skya man on a twilight cliff
looking for roses.
Erika writes 02/07/99
the rain falls slowlygently with the bird's love song
in early spring months
the grapes grow on vines
and bird snuggle deep in warm nests
but my place? not here.
Oh Well writes 02/07/99
the old redwood knewhow to live feast and famine
it tried to teach me
Empty Neat writes 02/07/99
Arcata has springIt's winter in Detroit, Ann left
Arcata took spring
Wise writes 02/07/99
the sight is awesomeat the edge of this crevice
again, I fall in
Inkstone Photowriter writes 02/06/99
Ozymandias,desert stone face frown a tear,
drowns Shelley afloat.
borne boiling sunlight,
after climbed pinnacle gaze,
frigid nightshade.
The poet comments, "copyright B. Buettner 2/99"
Tenderstorm writes 02/06/99
tall bamboos swayingdisturbs the forest's silence
with their weary sighs
raindrops on the roof
pitter-patter like a heart
that is filled with love
Yvonne Cabalona writes 02/06/99
late night,scent floats across patio ---
fallen lemons
damp morning ---
spreading green through bare trees
gentle touch of moss
Stuart Reed writes 02/05/99
On the borderlineBetween a broader line and
Very narrow minds.
The poet comments, "These are haiku written before, whilst and after milking cows and are called 'Minds Silently Sing.'"
Our objective is
To be subjective. Get in
Touch with our feelings.
A word to the wide- A vanishing point, Pari-mutuel Peccadilloes pick Mom's apple pie is A warning shot in People as cattle A tattered scarecrow,
Toast Point for haikus:
The poet comments, "
I love spam."
The poet comments, "It was written for my ex-girlfriend."
The poet comments, "I entitle this Taco Hell...based on a true story"
The poet comments, "Pat (Grant) thank you for the wonderful images. I hope you don't become a seed of gossip,
Johnny "
The poet comments, "The Cleveland Browns became the Baltimore Ravens football team.
The St. Louis Browns became the Baltimore Orioles baseball team.
"
The poet comments, "Haiku the Australian way!"
The poet comments, "Not a true 5-7-5 follower"
The poet comments, "Is it spring yet? Must be something in the water!"
The poet comments, "
A better version of a January offering. "
The poet comments, "Who knows the effect of small actions?"
Swelling full Spring buds!
The poet comments, "I had to write this for an english assignment. I just was looking for some imput from non-family
members, because we all know they never give it to you straight.
"
as path passes past,
The poet comments, "haiku couplet copyright B. Buettner 2/99"
Eyed child of wonder. Lightning
Presages thunder.
Magnetic concert.
In perspective, disappears
Up its own rectum.
Clerk takes bets on shots in the
Gambling racing dark.
A time and a place to make
A piquant trick stick.
One of the apples of an
American's eye.
Gunboat diplomacy was
Fired across the bows.
Resemble lemmings. Lemmings
Look like racing rats.
Bloody but unbowed, frightens
Birds of a feather.
Caca Volante writes 02/05/99
Beans do part the cheeks
Causing mighty winds to blow
Save me from the storm
Hoo Flung Dung writes 02/05/99
Silent killers stalk
An arresting odor claims
Another victim
NightSky writes 02/04/99
February snow
Melting in the warmth of love
From Valentine's Day
Purest scene of snow
Frost-covered trees motionless
Stilled by icy air
Secret and intricate words
Of unknown writers
Yvonne Cabalona writes 02/04/99
for a moment
buoyed by a bare-limbed tree
--- the setting moon
Oliver Lee Bigler writes 02/04/99
Pink, beefy temptress
I can no longer remain
vegetarian
Joe Lemanek writes 02/04/99
A tear falls slowly
My heart breaks, you turn away
Our love is no more
Phantasmo writes 02/04/99
Pillowy flatbread
Settles not the aching gut
Run for the border
Haikusmith writes 02/04/99
fenced black birds gave notice
hundreds of yellow eyes pierced me
a seed of their discontent
Tenderstorm writes 02/04/99
hungry chihuahua
after eating steak, declares
"no mas taco bell"
T writes 02/04/99
on the list
Advil and extra chocolate
---midwinter period
Pat Grantt writes 02/04/99
Once there was a tear
Now marked by salty crystals
on a wiser cheek.
R.G. Berard writes 02/03/99
Two teams not unBrown
Went east to play as Birds and
Soar in Baltimore
Mark C Smith writes 02/03/99
Summer sun goes down
Tonight we shall drink beer
By the rippling sea
Bry writes 02/03/99
Dark Garage
sunlight pierces through-
a spiders trap glows bright
the fly's hope is dim
Anonymous writes 02/03/99
phonelines cut through,
branches twist to avoid...
being cut by a saw
Bry writes 02/03/99
Snow piles shrinking
tiny rivers flowing -
puddles growing
Kevin Min writes 02/03/99
Obedient wife,
Gets me the blanket when told.
I will keep this one.
Loisseau writes 02/03/99
Just infatuation
Teenage sighing and crying
Someone crushed her heart
Yvonne Cabalona writes 02/03/99
reflections
in the eyes of the cat ---
two blue moons
Haikusmith writes 02/03/99
creamy clouds in silk skies
painted canvas holds memories
outside all is thunder
Iye Matsu-san writes 02/02/99
Cherry blossom falls
Small waves across the old pond
Spreading forever
Awakening, juices flow.
Her green eyes meet mine
Lucy Coleman writes 02/02/99
Sweet honeysuckle
Hummingbirds will fly to you
Smelling your nectar
Tygger writes 02/01/99
Elegant Tiger
A White Covered Forest
Gone Forever More
Green writes 02/01/99
Green delicate stems,
Crisp leaves; like feathered down, yield
Tender, soft petals.
Tenderstorm writes 02/01/99
frogs in lilypads
insulted by a lizard
sadder, but wise-er
Diamond writes 02/01/99
Flowers and candy hearts
Cupid shooting arrows
February's affection
Tasha writes 02/01/99
things change
babys grow old, flowers die
life starts over agin
Chanel writes 02/01/99
creeping to the room
unhappy with your soul mate
get a divorce
Smokey the Bear writes 02/01/99
As the shouting continues
It is finally broken by a quick silence
For a moment it is peaceful
Inkstone Photowriter writes 02/01/99
why write tradition,
step out ahead, past paths passed,
yourself or others.
throughout thorough toil abode;
a wondrous empty.
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