The
Toast Point
Haiku Contest!
Since 1995!
A Japanese Garden of Verse
Entries from March, 1999
Toast Point would like to remind contestants that they should limit themselves to at most ten entries a day, as Toast Point will not post any more than that.
Stuart Reed writes 03/31/99
How does it feel toBe only minimally
Useful, Ulysses?
He's just a ghost out
Of the blue. No clues as to
His identity.
The poet comments, "These are called 'Aesop Moral'"
Not being vanquished
Feels to the underdog like
Mission accomplished.
Patterns can persuade
A man to see the hand of
God in the random.
Spartan conditions
Appeal to the stoic as
Having aesthetics.
Virgin vagina,
Hymen intact, fetches a
High price in child brides.
Pyrotechnics based
On lasers lack the bang of
Chinese dynamite.
Most mistakes are no
Great shakes. There isn't very
Often much at stake.
Swathed in swaddling bands,
All you can see of baby
Is its face and hands.
The battle of the
Saxes in the streets. Kansas
City. New Orleans.
Mallik Bulusu writes 03/31/99
once browna leaf can never gain
it's green back
Kerry writes 03/31/99
A path of footprintsleft to wash away by night
I will remember
The poet comments, "I don't know what my favorite color is."
Def Face@aol.com writes 03/31/99
I Like To BellypetYou Filthy Muppet Head
lawn chairs are tasty
The poet comments, "My e-mail is above, so if you like my Haiku, e-mail me. Thanks"
Eternal writes 03/31/99
Take your first deep breath,See life with innocent eyes,
What world do you see?
The poet comments, "What do you see?"
3751 writes 03/31/99
Blackened night I die,Patiently in to the night,
I give me away
Joe Asberry writes 03/31/99
meadow lark chirpingand full moon through bare branches
conspire to win praise
The poet comments, "The one who warms my heart the most Is Issa."
Thousand of wings
blast a shower of yellow leaves.
Startled black birds fly.
The poet comments, "Basho is the greatest! (maybe)"
Pat Grantt writes 03/31/99
Strident as the gustsOf springtime's fickle laughter...
Shattered shards of snow.
The poet comments, "Woke to cold winds and icy snow - spring is such a fickle thing."
Inkstone Foam writes 03/31/99
double x signpostuncrossed tracks of the tundra
next sign anchorage
breakfast shredded wheat
compost bale for the garden
now where's my shovel?
Ashlie's Mother writes 03/31/99
More beautiful thanthe eyes and hands of others
why call this Down's?
The poet comments, "my daughter is differently abled and I am amazed when others do not see her apparent beauty"
Brandon writes 03/30/99
your hands are so smoothyour lips are as soft as silk
your eyes shine like stars
The poet comments, "my opinion on my lovefriend"
i thought i knew you
but when i got to know you
i was through with you
The poet comments, "a bitter love for another"
Inkstone Foam writes 03/30/99
frigidtundra
madness
Joyna writes 03/30/99
the cruel rain falls downadding tears to crushed feelings
..and stinging my face
Stuart Reed writes 03/30/99
Perfectly quietPerson who never makes a
Sound, other than sound.
The poet comments, "The above is called 'The Musician' "
Mallik Bulusu writes 03/30/99
a doctor and hispatient went to the same
medical school
The poet comments, "they specialized different flavours of medicine....."
Murf Smurf writes 03/30/99
Look at the little girlOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh so pretty
She is a guy!!!~!!!!!!!!!!!
The poet comments, "Transexual"
My plume has no ankle writes 03/30/99
Look at the wildebeastBeat it with the stick
Lots and lots of BUCK FUTTER
The return of Idiot Boy.
Stupid Muppets writes 03/30/99
monkey heads are greatthe brick wall ate my sister
my mom is paper
The poet comments, "e-mail me if you like my Haiku "
Tony's Boy writes 03/29/99
Earth
seventh year you restthe Father gave that to you,
Gods earth, he sure loves
Water
used as a weaponway too much, you awesome thing
this water, we love
Wind
touch me and pass on,gentle, sometimes terrible,
ahh memories, wind
Fire
fire demands looks,you reduce all to ashes,
got my attention
The poet comments, "haikus about the 4 elements"
Jim-Ski Rock Ho writes 03/29/99
blindfolded and gaggedstuffed full of ebony beef
black anal gang rape
Toast Point would call this racist and homophobic, but he cannot tell whether the poet is decrying or celebrating his subject.
Destiny writes 03/29/99
I am a monkeyI can swing from tree to tree
I like to eat bugs
The poet comments, "I love my monkey"
Cynthia Leonard writes 03/29/99
I, Cynthia amVery lonely without my
Best friends beside me
The poet comments, "To my ex-best friends Angelica and Debbie"
Neil Albea writes 03/29/99
The fish is swimmingUpside down in the water
I think it is dead
Once upon a time,
Computer simulations
Caused a sensation.
Gravel voices grind
Words like stones in mills grind wheat
As white as a sheet.
Stuart Reed writes 03/29/99
Sporting a goateeThe villain was outvoted
By his evil looks.
The poet comments, "These are called 'If I Were A Miller Grinding'"
We love illusion.
We have institutions that
Hate institutions.
Athletes pay the price
For this sporting life, having
Muscles on the mind.
We all get scared when
Told to prepare for daring
Hair-raising exploits.
Cut the cant. Cut to
The chase. Stop beating bushes
All over the place.
Roll up, enrol. Make
Dying for your country your
Patriotic goal.
Muscle relaxants
Stimulate momentary
Impassivity.
Verbatim reports
Are a primary source for
Interpretations.
Shot down in flames and
In considerable pain
His heart broke in twain.
Moderation in
All things takes moderation
To extreme extremes.
Distinct impressions
Left by dinosaur paws have
Fossilised with time.
Points of view point an
Accusing finger at the
Holder of the view.
Jenny writes 03/29/99
A dream come true - love,I must be very cautious,
Potential nightmare
Love - what a riot,
It doesn't really exist,
Just lust in disguise
Look at our planet,
Reflecting our self image,
Of no importance
Living without peace,
Is only dying slowly,
Enjoy your short time
Akasha writes 03/29/99
Oh Persuasive One!!desire melts denial
at your silken tongue
Mr. Bogengales writes 03/29/99
You are warrior?Warriors are big, mean, hairy.
You are dachsund, eh?
I like big butts
you have one NO?
The ball is in the socket BUCK FUTTER
The poet comments, " What is a plume? Made By Brad Lurch"
Try again, idiot.
Some doofus writes 03/29/99
WOW, that's a walrus.That ape is big Craig Stadler.
Earnissie is Batman.
The poet comments, " Brad is a huge ape, he will get wicked on your butthole"
Ryan McFarlane writes 03/29/99
Poems are for fagsAnd fags take it up the ass
They also suck cock
Toast Point comments that, content aside, it's definitely a haiku...
T writes 03/29/99
in the little shoptreasure for this landlocked lass
seaglass by the pound
a wineglass, a candle
his book on gravitation
by our bed
late afternoon cool
soft rustling of hooves in tall grass
elk grazing
___ThisThing___63 writes 03/28/99
Winds intensifiedrawly opened elements
Spring's inconstancy.
soothing April winds
elbowing transportation
routes, via Spring's scents
Michael T writes 03/28/99
Dog runs back and forthStops to look, "Are you watching?"
Dog runs back and forth
Forsythia now
Just beginning to yellow
Nostalgia sets in
Colors twist and flap
Flags snap smartly in high wind
Blossoms shoot from trees
L. Hynds submits 03/28/99
Snow yet remainingMountain slopes are misty
An evening in spring
White bright snow
Resting on pine trees
Oh, winter day!
A deserted dirt road
Grey sky against tall bare trees
Fog covering all
On a clear pool
The roots stretch
And the rock sits silently
The poet comments, "I'm a teacher in alternative education and I'm submitting some poems from students who wanted to enter the contest."
Stuart Reed writes 03/28/99
Carnival brio.Rio de Janeirio.
April in Brazil.
Poinsettias at
Christmas are a crisply bright
Sight for sore eyes.
The poet comments, "These are called 'Smell The Word'"
Did you dig deep, Doug?
Deep enough to find the slug
Buried in the corpse?
Alliteration.
A literary device
To trip off the tongue.
Sands of time in hour
Glasses are singularly
Counting by falling.
Prick up your ear lobes,
Like a German shepherd who
Senses a burglar.
Form follows function. A dime a dozen. Ogee arches curve,
Soft yielding flower Some fables we cast Small bird, broken wing
He arrives at night My trust is shattered
lasted a minute moments before sleep I bought the big lie. yer lips been flappin'
The poet comments, "Thoughts from an old man with writer's cramp."
from the silver moon
The poet comments, "These are haiku written whilst milking cows and are called 'Gluteus Maximus'"
Eating worms is an Are you plain, pretty Primary colours, Obviously, our Bottled messages Manipulative Turbulence troubles Could you repeat it, Nicholas the Tsar
The poet comments, "What happens now?"
Violets became page
lads with a tickle echoes of romance held fast by your eyes
The gun that destroyed The multi-storeyed building The wind that enters the flute In the remote space The dusty window glass On a power-cut night While everybody else is preparing for At the strike The two legs of the child come flying
The poet comments, "here, neither the word god nor the word michaelangelo
should be capitalized. threw out my copy of strunk and
white's "Elements of Style" years ago. the
phrase, "coltranes addiction", as written
connotates both the descriptive idea that
coltrane is addiction, hence, the edited
"Coltrane's addiction" as well as the re-echoing
of the previous phrase "ellingtons shot of
coltrane." coltrane re-emphasized for effect.
ellington took his shot, or maybe his shot
pierced his wiggling earthworm vien,
who knows. possibly it just flowed out as a
duality while listening to his, i.e. ellington's,
compostion "a small purple flower" an
agonizing groaner of a piece devoted to,
not inspired by, coltrane's addiction. who
knows? yet duke wrote the notes. i like seeing
drops of miscellaneous paint spotting around
in visual and verbal compostions, it's freshness
reveals the path of creativity, or lack thereof.
also threw out my copy of Hyakawa's "Language in
Thought and Action" yet choose to live by the adage
that "the word is not the thing" only: characters,
pixels, words, letters, efforts. e-nuf railing.
capitals are simply not selected
by choice.
"
Toast Point is speechless, and thus moves on...
moses the juggler
The poet comments, "These are called 'Lullaby For Noah'"
Having been accused Is the marimba The alliance shifts, Noah had an ark, Mount Ararat sat Get a load of that, She was knitting him Needles made of bone, The pattern would be
The Van comes speeding On a power-cut night Their feet slip and slide on the mosaic floor The wind
The poet comments, "This Haiku is entitled "God is Crying""
The poet comments, "Whoops, forgot seasonal reference..."
pot head marijuana
The poet comments, "i like drugs alot"
Toast Point comments that it shows.
The poet comments, "Flames control the dances of our shadows.
Keep the fire burning."
Books are burning black
The poet comments, "Lick the air with a slow, shameless lap."
The poet comments, "Written when I saw the Vicky's Secret Soooper Bowl Advertisement"
Three Inches of Ash
The poet comments, "Written while in AC, NJ presenting a paper"
Enough Punishment?
The poet comments, "Marv Albert- Heeeeeeeee's back"
The poet comments, "
i hate poetry"
There are four strange apes
The poet comments, "title:3 nuts"
The monkey is loose in my pants
The poet comments, "
Fraum De plome de monkey spank"
John Naismith got game
Toast Point comments that his contest is so easy, any idiot can enter.
The poet comments, "Three is a long way from 63."
The poet comments, "high speed computers are killing my impatience at times.
"
Under gentle smiles
Presumed innocent, Are you in danger The loafer loaths work. Tattoos emblazoned Did dirty duty I'll spray myself with
The poet comments, "These are called 'Ain't Misbehaving'"
Recurring themes bore Very little verse We have to look as Conclusions reached with Sensations summon Making sensible Insensate but not Lullabies lull our Generations gape
frozen white egret
The poet comments, "spring break-up in montana"
The poet comments, "Happy Spring"
New layer of green Enormous old tree Like kindling the trees
stampeding horses plump with drenching thirst
The poet comments, "triplet: blossoming of teenage spring"
Yellow, blue Blooming, yet unseen Giving someone a Mind-piece flown Mind-piece mind
The poet comments, "Today it felt like spring - me and my daughter walking in the park -
sunshine, rain, daffodils, a light breeze and my daughters smile."
The poet comments, "These are called 'All The King's Horse'"
News coming out of Humpty Dumpty had Don't prevaricate. Once I was sturdy, Jellied eels and pig's Pork in the belly, Strike while the iron If I had whiskers The crow says caw. The
The poet comments, "These are haiku written whilst milking cows and are called 'Sites On The
Web'"
Even being bound, Local patriots Be a breath of fresh Guessing correctly No one's more pleased than Obvious choices Peacocks howl like cats. Especially in Large birds with urges.
the shimmering stars killing rain forests
well-jewelled watch face
the lamp gives us light The dew freshly formed,
The poet comments, "I had Zen in mind when I wrote this"
The poet comments, "Thanks you to the IRS for the inspiration."
Bran and prune danish,
The poet comments, "Sponsored by the Power of Cheese"
Nice tie and blue shirt,
The poet comments, "My answer to all those that inquire as to the origins of my wardrobe."
it takes more time
slicing through melon in relationships
The poet comments, "Okay, so it is a metaphor for myself.
Changes, new beginnings, CARPE DIEM, amen"
The poet comments, "These are called 'Fat, Square Cat'"
A reputation Callous calorie If we had had some Look at loquacious Living on a knife Stuffy kids were stuffed There has to be a Cultural chaos Lost in Alaska.
Picked before their time
Circe calls to me
The poet comments, "I watched a single petal fall along a branch of a
beloved pine bonsai that had died. Poop."
She loves you Old men on the porch Subway pulls away My greying father
The poet comments, "These are called 'Jumping The Jester'"
Believe of others After all, who but we Varied versions vie Gerry Mulligan's Under the correct The interregnum
Jolly jester jousts Picture sacrifice War between brothers, Internal speech is
The poet comments, "At times inferences are misleading."
black against Spring green--
The poet comments, "Inspired by the third song in the Carmina Burana by
Carl Orff. My choir sang the whole thing last christmas."
one day a man drowned,
black moon then silver, countless sand dollars
such daunt poems, such as:
The poet comments, "relatively.
"
Lakers are dewormed
The poet comments, "These are called 'Sandy Shore'"
Instant versus slow. Raindrops finally A wash and brush up Dreamt I was dancing. Triffids drifted out Catch him if you can. Having read, marked, learned Swayed by wayward sects, Tendentious trophies We perpetuate
The poet comments, "good peom not."
The poet comments, "it mite be stupid we just learn them in school"
The poet comments, "You're in love! Must be spring!"
one classy lady
The poet comments, "For my dear friend, Yvonne."
The poet comments, "Take a deep breath, it's life."
The poet comments, "And these are called 'Worthwhile.'"
On the defensive, Venturing abroad, Battered, blood-spattered, Grubby fingers grab Talk to me only Journeyman poet Rhyl's broad esplanade's Quick-fire telling quips I couldn't have put
now in the knapsack so many headstones new Cairo airport jets on the skyline false bottom suitcase JFK cabbie back in the burough restless two red eyes damn travel channel
The poet comments, "glad you don't post more than ten ritual vessels"
Local conditions, A load off my mind Depeche Mode, Spandau Ordinarily, Doubts assail even A lumbering oaf Hanging from wooden Instrumental in
The poet comments, "first Moscow McDonald's"
"small purple flower"
The poet comments, ": )"
The poet comments, "For T."
The poet comments, "true so very very true"
In the deep darkness
the mermaid lures them
The poet comments, "We really love the sport of field hockey!"
Issa's haiku was Issa's failure
Toast Point saw that one in the subway, liked it. For those of you who haven't been to
New York lately, for several years, they've been putting little poems up among the annoying ads -
quite refreshing during nasty commutes.
The poet comments, "Title: the snake "
The poet comments, "observations encouraged."
Spring- soils buoy
The poet comments, "Inspired by the line "---the rose blooms for all to know---".
Satisfied in the thought that all may have knowledge of 'the rose' be they richly appointed
or naught."
To those who call me,
The poet comments, "This is one of my fist attempts at writing a haiku."
The poet comments, "my love, hey whats up joyna!
The poet comments, "I was just messin with my friend joyna.
Hope she will find humor in this!!"
deep creek fish willows stick figure walking
The poet comments, "all copyright B. Buettner 1999"
The poet comments, "To 'Sloopy', hang on."
The poet comments, "These are called 'Claire De Lune'"
Felons in the night Ants do enormous Weariness is home Weariness is home Obligations to Fabled blades such as Errol Flynn more than Don't tell me about Being a Boeing Inflammatory
so pretty . . . survivor ---
Stoic maples sway, Ribboned highway spools
HERONS AND FUJI
The poet comments, "
WHILE STUCk IN JAPAN
Toast Point respectfully asks the poet not to submit in all caps again as we resent
being screamed at.
Congrats, T, you forced Toast Point to learn more HTML for the first time in years to
pull off this effect!
The poet comments, "Mr. Richmond is doing a great job teaching my creative writing
class.
"
If these walls could talk Winter's solitude
Was that love's whisper? easy watch tonight ungrateful, my fears,
Have a taste of this,
The poet comments, "Five while driving home today.
One hundred miles of thought."
The poet comments, "These are called 'Dusty Springfield'"
How did the Allies The inferno of Dusty Springfield's dead. Coffee table books Fads become trends, which Before you baffle We've all got a job The shepherd doesn't Actions are often
ridin' whoop-up creek
The poet comments, "copyright B. Buettner 1999"
The poet comments, "Title: London Underground 2
"
The poet comments, "this is tough"
millions of braids the daisy wakes up
The poet comments, "I was just joking!!"
distant drone of bees baby lifted high simple palmettos staying with good friends
The poet comments, "all copyright B. Buettner 1999"
The poet comments, "To my good friend, Douglas Dahl, on his birthday as he joins
me at fifty-one. By next year we will have weathered the highs and lows of eight
decades.
I'll send you a new ribbon for your typewriter, just keep bringing forth that wonderful
poetry. Doug's collected works are available from Vanity Press (I was able to find
several offered by Amazon.com)"
The poet comments, "Please send me a email if my haiku is chosen"
No, no, no, poets are expected to check the contest pages.
The sad, white, flower...
The poet comments, "En mě corto espańol,
it is much wiser
Waves crash on the beach
A blue butterfly Cold rushing waters -- The green mossy pool, See the flash of light? Light beaming upward... A king and his son I'm all alone now, The changing seasons The dewdrops sparkling The golden leaves,
The poet comments, "Our first baby is due in April, this is for him/her."
Congratulations!
The poet comments, "These are called 'Sinking Skin.'"
Give me a home where Energy should be Inescapably If I smell alright, Might be mutual. I sat there sated, A unifying Firmly persuaded, Where has your getting
The poet comments, "First attempt of 3-5-3."
The poet comments, "I love cheese"
The poet comments, "These are called 'Aquatic Globe'"
Are the doctors of Prevention may be Fragments of portents You don't get to be Having entered the He made a leap of Instant solutions Petro-chemical Feathered caps are worn If you are trapped in
Half-century woman
Critical usage should be
Ergonomical.
Elude the hop cops.
Nineteen to the dozen. And
A baker's dozen.
Though I'll grant you it sounds as
Though ogees would swerve.
I keep my needles
In an etui. An etui
Is a twee handbag.
Joyna writes 03/28/99
I miss you so much...
so put your arms around me,
and wish I was there.
Bakai writes 03/27/99
Nothing much to show
For a life so blithely spent
Some cigarette ash
In my hand, your hot blooming
On my lips, your blush
soar, poignant, on gilded wings
'til they hit the fan
Hopping south with hopeful heart
Traffic does not stop
Earl Edward Bates writes 03/27/99
such serenity
from the essence of these thoughts
comes the sound of rain
Mindy writes 03/27/99
Trembling in the breeze
I move from the shade of trees
into the sunlight.
when all is silent and dark-
his springtime habit.
in the course of one cold night
and I am alone.
I wish this baby
could feel my joyous smile
as I welcome Spring.
Inkstone Foam writes 03/27/99
such lovely trinkets
small change from the register
eye winks from the clerk
Bakai writes 03/26/99
time to lick our wounds
hurl our swords into the sea...
time to count the dead
so full of my heat...
this bursting of joy into
the center of you
the best minute of your life
is what I told her
echoes of our rutting song
and the laughing moon
first, the easy part--
cupid's arrow finds your heart.
then comes the hard part.
It came with a smile and a
lifetime warranty.
yappin' 'bout some god knows what...
I ain't listenin'
Elaine Cleveland writes 03/26/99
February dusk
five deer walking single file
through suburban yards
February day
clouds pile up like icebergs
in the northern sky
Yvonne Cabalona writes 03/26/99
outside her window
Spring;
inside --- Spring Fever!!
haikuPunteur writes 03/26/99
the German extra
was banned from Schindler's List's set
a case of bad Achtung
You said it's Chile
despite the tropical sun
and I Bolivia
comes a heavenly dessert
called eclair de lune
Stuart Reed writes 03/26/99
Mr. Muscular
But delicate hero makes
A move on the girl.
Expression of depression.
Better to eat pills.
Awful? So be remorseless,
So be resourceful.
Pretty, proper, prim and clean,
Do not include green.
Incompatibility
Is temporary.
Bob along currents that will
Carry them to shore.
Mendicants saw off their legs
Then beg for money.
The not really pacific
Pacific ocean.
Please, parrot. Reiterate,
Or regurgitate.
Liked a sleigh bell ride in his
Pretty troika.
Roadkill writes 03/26/99
That won't no speed bump
Watch where I'm going dammit...
Y'almost made me wreck!
Ghost writes 03/26/99
Ghost wind in my mind
views of times gone by past remembered
turning back toghosts past
___ThisThing___63 writes 03/26/99
Panther's stalking prey
ebony filled silence moves
walks on edge of time.
in photo album, pressed flat.
Ordered memories.
Bakai writes 03/26/99
stillness in the room
just a heartbeat keeping time
to a distant song
lasses with laughter and hope
discovering spring
forlorn bed of scattered ash
forever's embers
lost in primordial heat...
at last, overcome
Nandkumar writes
03/26/99
Single lip
smiles
the crescent moon.
Ryan McFarlane writes 03/26/99
The green grass is growing
The butterflies are blooming
waiting to be free
Nandkumar writes 03/25/99
In the middle
of the brook
a cigarette butt floats
the whole world
still has a bullet left.
the crow that comes flying and landing on an antenna
is lame.
exists as such
sometimes.
a bird walks
with its wings spread.
of the car
a haiku on it.
when everyone loses temper
I'm reminded of a haiku.
The sound of the fan revolving stops
The sound of the clock ticking
starts.
the forthcoming exams
I'm writing a haiku.
of a stone
the pond flowers.
over the dew drops laden
green grass park.
Inkstone Foam writes 03/25/99
michaelangelo
fingerprints prodded along
god sparks the chapel
marlowe lies dead for these words!
a few dusty rocks
Joyna writes 03/25/99
your house to my house...
it seems like eternity...
roll out the sidewalks!
haikuPunteur writes 03/25/99
how is it that dear
Mary Kay became pregnant?
because Max Factor
Stuart Reed writes 03/25/99
I don't deviate
From strict moral attitudes.
I'm straight but not crude.
Of losing my innocence,
How could I not lie?
A glorified glockenspiel,
With timber for steel?
Creating rifts which even
Large rafts cannot cross.
With, presumably, toilets
For the animals.
Smugly on the horizon.
And Noah chewed ghat.
He said to Mrs. Noah,
Adjusting his hat.
A sweater made of yak wool.
Clickety clack knit.
Sharpened on a honing stone.
Sturdy but piercing.
Primitive, dyes not having
Yet been invented.
Roberta Taussig writes 03/25/99
Cherry trees blossom.
My heart, a stone, sees only
Winter's bare branches.
Inkstone Foam writes 03/25/99
Kosovo stillness
adhesive layers of filth
child with no band-aid
Nandkumar writes 03/25/99
On a sweaty
summer night
A sudden cool breeze.
The crow crosses the street
walking.
only the sound of
rain.
Two sparrows that have
come inside my home.
shuffles my hair
I comb them again.
The sound of a
telephone ringing
from a locked house.
TRVTH Schutte writes 03/24/99
Tears fall down down down
on my windshield from very
high in the blue sky
Matt Duncan writes 03/24/99
Alone, we are small.
Specs of dust in time and space.
Sharing, infinite.
___ThisThing___63 writes 03/24/99
Love for you has turned
Hate-brought hurt subsides slowly
Indifference reigns.
Yvonne Cabalona writes 03/24/99
ah Spring ---
blossoms popcorns
filling bare branches
Inkstone Foam writes 03/24/99
even in moonlight
the freeway's never sleeping
vile honking headlights
Jodeho writes 03/24/99
There are no questions.
Shut up and eat your answers!
Cruncha, cruncha, crunch...
Loisseau writes 03/24/99
Poem to the sun,
who wants you as much as your
heart and skin can bear.
Anonymous writes 03/24/99
If I was a Nazi
I would cut off my viner
I have to many
smokes a lot of doja
likes getting high
green smells great
i love weed
Shawn Michael Pickle writes
03/24/99
Fall into my eyes
Ride the rapid eye movement
Hallucination
Ashes float into my lungs
Death by paperback
Inkstone Foam writes 03/23/99
fearing a mudslide
chose to live off the coaster
bring a daiquiri
Joyna writes 03/23/99
the waves glide smoothly
the trees whisper in hushed tones
and I am at peace
Shad B. Ewart writes 03/23/99
On-Line Fashion Show
It gives new meaning to:
Streaming Video
Hanging from a Crusty Lip
Blue Hair and Gray Skin
Hopefully, A Lesson Learned:
Don't Bite Your Baby!!
Bruce Hobbs writes 03/23/99
In youth of old age
He sits by the ancient tree
An apple bud opens
Yvonne Cabalona writes 03/23/99
through the depth
and breadth of night . . .
rain
Anonymous writes 03/23/99
klu klux klan
they are my friends
i'm from the black panthers
Jacob has three testicles
Jackie Chan is cool
Beat it Beat it harder harder
I love japanese movies and the people!
He made basketball for Logan
Logan is retarded
Arkady Elterman writes 03/23/99
returning rental car
without ever knowing
what make it was
___ThisThing___63 writes 03/23/99
Hard to remember
Whether I remember, or
Whether I was told.
Mallik Bulusu writes 03/22/99
in a race between high
speed computing and my impatience
the later won and lost
Laura Dadd writes 03/22/99
Isolationist
I waver into love's realm
I do not belong
Lurks crushing brutality
It can't stop tulips
RGBerard writes 03/22/99
Drivers unseeing
Early spring critters crossing:
Crows' morning delight
Stuart Reed writes 03/22/99
All the harried get
Carried away all the time.
Needles in haystacks.
The accused looked guilty of
Being unshaven.
Of disappearing up your
Most secret rectum?
He loves to shirk. He's often
Seen in a T-shirt.
On a muscle flex. What they
Flex will fluctuate.
Leave you not smelling mighty
Like a rose? Who knows?
Anti-putrid olfactants.
I'll neutralise me.
Tenderstorm writes 03/21/99
a single star peeped
from the velvet folds of night
and winked at the moon
Stuart Reed writes 03/21/99
I like to cherish
Small thoughts that otherwise would
Rapidly perish.
The dreamer who yawns in his
Sleep, impolitely.
Makes it passed the pursed lips of
Prim politicians.
Though we know and so go to
Barbers for haircuts.
Too little evidence breach
Laws of decency.
Strength from experiences,
As do most senses.
Contributions leaves no room
For contradictions.
Insensitive, the sleeper
Wakes to a tickle.
Children into a false sense
Of security.
At identifiable
Generation gaps.
Inkstone Foam writes 03/21/99
colored horizon
one ripe tomato drops plump
daybreak explosion
crack! hard bent legs scratch and claw
rivers split in two
___ThisThing___63 writes
03/20/99
Trees waving farewell
Winter's white's gone out of style
Pastels are in - Spring!
Michael T. writes 03/20/99
Tireless shape shifters.
First one thing then another.
Clouds. People also.
Soft on the promising mud
Down on a boy's cheek
How many rings inside you?
Mine are worn on the outside.
Suddenly the snow
Falling heavily and wet.
The groundhog was wrong.
Of late winter stand ready
For the fires of spring.
Inkstone Foam writes 03/20/99
forbidden moonlight
falls layer upon layer
new seed of grasses
half round sound of reasoning
wheat frightens the chaff
new seedling watermelons
bursting through the dirt
Dancer writes 03/20/99
Shadows on your face
Hiding tears in the darkness
Seek the sun for me
George writes 03/20/99
Married yesterday
Sold Brittanica today
Wife knows everything
___ThisThing___63 writes
03/20/99
Tulips and lilies
Beauty indoctrination
Spring by the bushel.
White scents for spring
sweet violets.
Hidden pleasures, shared treasures
Flowers dressed in spring.
Mind-piece is like throwing chaff
Retrieval is rare.
Without substantial
Retrieval.
Chaff on wind
Is flown.
piece
lost
Paul Conneally writes 03/20/99
my daughter laughing
hair blowing in the spring breeze
more like mum each day
Vicky Yu writes 03/20/99
No gap or distance
Can block you out of my thoughts.
My presence? With you.
Stuart Reed writes 03/20/99
We built a hi-tech
Castle of sand with a lo-
Tech bucket and spade.
Africa and Bosnia
Depresses Asia.
A great fall and all the king's
Horse cackled withal.
Don't procrastinate. Don't be
A liar who's late.
Though at the time I felt like
A hurdy gurdy.
Trotters. I am disgusted
By your gustation.
Beef on the hoof. All of our foods
Come under one roof.
Is relatively warm. Brand
The bovine's tanned hide.
Like Dali, I'd have painted
Pictures like Dali.
Parrot, on the other hand,
Iterates once more.
Iye Matsu-san writes 03/19/99
No man writes haiku
When he is madly in love!
Nothing is small enough!
Haikusmith writes 03/19/99
great rock wall faces
sing songs taught by desert wind
sand snake slithers by
Stuart Reed writes 03/19/99
Comprehensive clues
To future use can be found
In current abuse.
We seek a way around the
Freedom we have found.
Earn a lot of praise on the
Pages of tabloids.
Air and blow away stale cares.
Bring me fresh worries.
Needs luck, either directly
Or indirectly.
Nominated electees,
Appointed to boards.
Are made on the basis of
Being underpaid.
Did you know that? It's a most
Unusual fact.
The peacock mating season,
Which springs up in spring.
Peacocks in heat. Huge tails that
Fan out and compete.
Sean writes 03/19/99
gliding through the skies
the hawk searches for a meal
majestic beauty
call to me throughout the night
defying the dawn
man destroys everything here
the earth weeps softly
Inkstone Foam writes 03/18/99
subtle red pinstripes
allure of a well dressed trout
bragging at dinner
both pointed hands stand on end
eternity circles
Spring writes 03/18/99
Little flower
resting upon the hill
winter is over
The Convivial Codfish writes 03/18/99
yellow-green birds
perched on the tips of branches--
new leaves
at my feet,
the tiny blue flowers
I can not name
Michael Maiello writes 03/18/99
Long Island April
pavement drowned in morning snow
worlds on maple leaves
Joyna writes 03/18/99
tear drop slowly falls,
.and not hurriedly either!
for past misgivings.
we enjoy it...and we don't
..in early mornings.
while walking down lovers' lane
in early mornings.
Essence writes 03/18/99
wind rustles through leaves
gentle, whispering beauty
tell me your secrets
Steven E. Davies writes 03/18/99
Taxes are due soon.
No deductions or credits,
I leave the country.
Phillips Milk of Magnesia,
Today I must sit.
I'll need to take in the slacks.
I close the casket.
Mallik Bulusu writes 03/18/99
it takes same time
to brew a pint of wine
as that of a barrel
to brew a pint of wine
than to drink it
Haikusmith
writes 03/18/99
hear forest sprites buzz
greeting me in darkest night
pass mosquito spray
troubled sleep of toss 'n turn
awake with headache
keyboard my silent partner
summer, winter, spring fall
Sarah writes
03/18/99
The weeping willow
lays down its melancholy
and joins the new dance.
___ThisThing___63 writes 03/18/99
Winter's strong last fight
Spring's picture-filled memories
Being outvoted.
Stuart Reed writes 03/18/99
Furbies have replaced
Tamagochis. I must say
That dolls have evolved.
For not being talkative
Only slowly grows.
Counters cannot see the sheer
Luxury of fat.
Idea, we wouldn't have
Roped such a bum steer.
Liquid-tongued orators. They
Sure know how to speak.
Edge made Evil Knievel
Feel he had an edge.
Into jumpers. Looking stuffed.
Feeling disgruntled.
Hysterectomy, said the
Feminist movement.
Is, fortunately, what we
Moderns can boast of.
Naked in Nebraska. Black
In Alabama.
Pat Grantt writes 03/17/99
Curling onion skins
Discarded fragile armour
My portent of tears.
Not tempered by the first frost -
Just more sour grapes.
Warmth steals softly by
Past springtime's chilly edges -
Leaving no footprints
with a howl of hungry wolves -
I reply sou ee
Joyna writes 03/17/99
I am not normal
in that everlasting way
but I mean, who is?
the goldfish jumps out!
free at last! ...but then sees
there is no water.
Christel writes 03/17/99
Hurry to the sea
the sun is running away
watch the colors fade.
Iye Matsu-san writes 03/17/99
White pear blossom falls.
Bared branch touched by garden's tear.
Alas! Dead bonsai!
Sean Lause writes
03/17/99
Firefly, here, there
Advertises himself
He's open all night
Yeah, yeah, yeah
----Beatle Cicadas
My son's Godzilla
Steps on a crayon
In shock and dismay
Lobster for sale
They have taped both your claws shut
And yet you bless them
Faces as creased as their shoes
Rock the sunset home
A boy in one window
Waves to each of us
shuts his eyes, shakes his head
recalling a word
Thunker writes 03/17/99
my steed of misdeed
sir surmounts spritedly
grazing runimante
Stuart Reed writes 03/17/99
Subtle deflections
In natural selection
Led Darwin astray.
What you believe of yourself.
You won't go far wrong.
Know just how low we and
Our egos can go?
For credibility and
Viability.
Growling baritone coloured
What became my youth.
Circumstances, every leaf,
Though static, dances.
Was neither here nor there. It
Was going nowhere.
With a serious frame of mind.
It's an unkind job.
As a bloody way to prise
Love from hungry gods.
In some peculiar way,
Satisfies mothers.
Obvious only to the
Inner, hidden ear.
Mallik Bulusu writes
03/17/99
a big bag may be
holding a smaller object
than a small one
The Convivial Codfish
writes 03/17/99
rising from their
carefully tended grounds--
a dandelion
the morning sun reveals a
young cat eating grass
Lynn Kolenich writes
03/17/99
Indigo evening
Golden lights in your wide eyes
Passion's fire I see
Moon in the morning
Competes with the bright new sun
For my attention
Laura Dadd writes
03/16/99
Zepherus' warm breath
Unlocks the hidden treasure
Of winter's jewels
Iye Matsu-san writes 03/16/99
Hurled by wild winds,
Glittering sea foam, white gulls--
Smashing, sparkling shards!
Fallon writes 03/16/99
o'er broad rainless plain
patience wheels on a hot wind
until death provide
after three days, he floated,
and he walked away.
Mallik Bulusu writes
03/16/99
the branches of
a tree are never a
burden to itself
Inkstone Foam writes 03/16/99
boatman don't hurry
bending oars breezeless water
mountain reflections
Fallon writes 03/15/99
great thunderous yawn,
arise, away my village,
Fujiami wakes!
the constellations' cadence,
twelve within a year
scattered on the sandy strand,
beachcomber's wages.
Joyna writes 03/15/99
the waterless chasms...
..the valleys and deep oceans
the sun..always rises.
Quote the raven, "Nevermore"
Poor Poe went insane
Somayajulu Bulusu writes
03/15/99
Strongest of chains
is less stronger than
its weakest links
haikuPunteur writes 03/15/99
somebody yelled: flee!
flea said: you talking to me?
then flea ceased to be
some are surprised, some amused
but not really Shaqed
Stuart Reed writes 03/15/99
We were expecting
Speculation, so guesses
Came as no surprise.
Well now, everybody knows
That that's no contest.
Falling to the earth give birth
To growth, greenery.
Never went astray half way
Up the motorway.
Beautiful movements with a
Rhythmic fluency.
Of the blue into sixties'
Literary view.
He's either in the frying
Pan or in the fire, man.
And inwardly digested,
I still don't get it.
Some lesser lights took with great
Delight to group sex.
Hang on baronial walls,
Staring down the guests.
What we are duty bound to
Recapitulate.
kristeng2 writes
03/15/99
The beautiful sun
I watch you slip far away
Fading like a dream
Jennifer Nicole writes 03/15/99
The rain falls with a
steady splatter to the ground
heeding to no one.
Yvonne Cabalona writes 03/15/99
midnight ---
the windchimes, too,
mark the hour
Morgan writes
03/15/99
Autumn, about five
o'clock, the workers leave and
point their cranes eastward.
Inkstone Foam writes 03/14/99
new seasonal rain
hard off wall sliding torrent
Piazza's on third
Land writes 03/14/99
land is to play on
and some is to build on too
and its beautiful.
Animals writes
03/14/99
animals there cute
there are cuddly one too.
some live in a zoo
___ThisThing___63 writes 03/14/99
Stars that shone so bright
Outwatted by eyes' sparkle
And, of course, your smile.
Kilby Watson writes 03/13/99
Beautiful clear sky
so silky and blue
wishing I were there.
Tenderstorm writes
03/13/99
bright butterfly wings
applauding the flowers that
the warm spring sun brings
who, upon turning fifty,
just begins to bloom
Sahar Hakakian writes
03/13/99
White, moist and gentle
Forms with glistening dew drops
Whispers in the night
Stuart Reed writes 03/13/99
Questionable quests,
Undertaken with zest, give
Crusaders no rest.
He had added incentive
To be offensive.
Xenophobes discover hordes.
Swarthy, sordid hordes.
The warrior was flattered
By pats on the back.
At maggot-infested slabs
Of meat. Rubbish heap.
With thine eyes. Wink once for yes,
Two for no, Greensleeves.
Posits the proposition
'Travel is mental.'
A fitting introduction
To the Atlantic.
Are like machine gun fire from
Tragi-comic lips.
It better myself, so I'll
Shelve it for later.
Inkstone Foam writes 03/12/99
King Tutankhamun
alabaster canopics
ritual vessels
take the camel with sidebags
ritual vessels
fast past city of the dead
ritual vessels
passport questioned with Uzis
ritual vessels
Chrysler building my hourglass
ritual vessels
unaccosted by customs
ritual vessels
manhattan, take the tunnel
ritual vessels
hey babe pour me a whiskey
ritual vessels
make a bag full of money
ritual vessels
throw the remote in the trash
ritual vessels!
Stuart Reed writes 03/12/99
You are not alone
Feeling very much alone
When you're in a crowd.
The freedom to be
Stupid isn't given to
The lucid, sadly.
Globally duplicated,
Homogenise worlds.
Fell into the gutter and
Gurgled with delight.
Ballet, ten years after sound
A little silly.
Alles is in ordnung in
Shipshape Germany.
The stoutest because mostly
There's no holy grail.
Loafs around, doing more harm
Than good, I'll be bound.
Hangers, well-tailored suits look
Better when on men.
Being continental, the
French butter croissants.
haikuPunteur writes 03/12/99
were America
a monarchy, would Clinton
be the lyin' king?
Arkady Elterman writes 03/12/99
memories of home
two hour line to get in
a fast food restaurant
Inkstone Foam writes 03/12/99
loblolly pine heads
gold burst forming cone breakers
overflow east Texas
Ellington's shot of Coltrane
Coltrane's addiction
Vesper writes 03/12/99
Staring at my eyes,
I see who I really am
The truth amidst the lies.
D. Reeves writes 03/11/99
Cold fate tugs heartstrings
Long shadows mask youth long lost
Winter drifts softly.
Mistletoe writes 03/11/99
Beneath mistletoe
He shuts his eyes and kisses
My best friend instead
Laura Dadd writes 03/11/99
The time grows greater
Yet, I can still feel your breath
Hot upon my neck.
Winter gathered its forces
Sudden fury broke
Joyna writes 03/11/99
we are worlds apart
so that it is hard to reach
that place called Heaven
and they listen with great awe...
until the ship sinks.
Chloe Russo writes 03/11/99
Neverending hedge
Move in every direction
Labyrinth maze
Grimace writes 03/11/99
Hungry chihuahua
It is not funk-a-licious
Only crunchy or soft
Toastie writes 03/11/99
We like to hit balls
We like to hit hockey balls
Field hockey, that is
Iye Matsu-san writes 03/11/99
Here again in snow
Wand'ring lost in pine and sky
This time I will stay
Morgan writes 03/11/99
A minuet's silence.
The crowd stare at the flag, that
drops, and will not fly.
Inkstone Foam writes 03/10/99
from Gila hot springs
sore ambitions come and go
healed heat of demons
"Don't worry spiders, I keep
house, casually!"
new spiders everywhere
set up housekeeping
Sean writes 03/10/99
lying on a rock
the snake suns itself all day
soon to be a belt
Heater writes 03/10/99
Annoying sounds
A person's tired breathing
Warmth like the sun
Sean Lehman writes
03/10/99
The leaf breaks its grip
to catch a swift autumn breeze -
ripples reach the shore
Ed Shustack writes 03/10/99
God in Heaven knows
Earth has become a toilet
Ready for His flush
Morgan writes 03/10/99
A gentle applause.
Somewhere, not far, a cold wind
fluffs a crow's feathers.
Inkstone Foam writes 03/09/99
withered bananas
fingers chewing through stewed rice
gray strands of white hair
Haikusmith writes 03/09/99
in midst of odd new leap-year
finding two full moons of March
while February had none
flowering blooms for all to know
gardener's true joy
Joyna writes 03/09/99
The lonely rosebush
enduring her pregnant state
of ripening buds.
begging for my forgiveness
which I cannot give.
the angels shrieking,
when the garden of Eden
has been discovered
Captemmett writes 03/09/99
See the lush green grass
It provides the perfect spot
For relaxation
Heather writes 03/09/99
mi amorcito
siempre vive en mi...
en mi corazon
you will always live in my...
in my heart."
hope you get the job at camp.
get it? a joke! ha!
Inkstone Foam writes 03/08/99
early-two tussle
which twig will top the new nest
no-sleep coverlet
grand unfettered diplomats
wet tennies and jeans
leathered leaves defiled astride
apples still inside
Fallon writes 03/08/99
sad, this empty nest
mother fox feeding her young
as mother crane weeps
haikusmith writes 03/08/99
oh, this darkening night
I, needing a rhyme spun right
please cast your spell my way
Stuart Reed writes 03/08/99
Debussy's moonlight
Seems to have been lucid in
A very French way.
Made off with every penny,
Stuffing bags with swag.
Damage to innocent plants,
Along with aphids.
To cheerlessness. And slivers
Of seriousness.
To cheerlessness. And slivers
Of seriousness.
Fulfill run contrary to
Natural free will.
Excalibur could cut broad
Swathes through class warfare.
Likely had a thin penis.
Hence his swashbuckle.
Trapezoids if you can't draw
Me a trampoline.
747 I fly
High above the sky.
Articles sell a lot of
Fossil-based newsprint.
Fear writes 03/08/99
Creeping up to me;
in my thoughts, and in my dreams;
Destined to find me.
Yvonne Cabalona writes 03/08/99
Persephone's
release - - -
almond blossoms
so yellow . . . so alone!
first daffodil
still "young enough not to care"
a week at 50
haikuPUNteur writes 03/08/99
blessed among trees
is the fig whose leaf was made
to be adam's patch
the cook who watches
porn while preparing his corn
is Chef Voyeur Dee
Pat Grantt writes 03/08/99
Such are lowly streams
Peacefully meandering
To disdainful seas.
Sap and soul compacted in,
Emptied by the wind.
Weaves and beckons to the moon -
Leaving me behind.
Esotericum writes 03/07/99
gooseberry bushes
bittersweet nostalgia
she was a child then
SNORKLING IN TOKYO BAY
GLASS JELLY FISH STING
i LEARNED TO WRITE FEW LINES
WHAT ARE MEMORIES"
T writes 03/07/99
der the new algerian i
n the cat naps
v
u
y
Erik Hodges writes 03/07/99
followed by a butterfly to the beach-
under every step...
snailshells.
Julie Griffiths writes 03/06/99
Muddy slushy ice.
Dreams melting away into
puddles of snowman.
Hilary Reichert writes 03/06/99
A small fallen seed
roots deep to the dormant soul
of my fertile heart.
Images of him
slumber deep within my veins
a pain that won't leave.
they would tell thee of secrets
that keep me silent.
is lifted by Spring's spirit
seasons slowly change.
Brian O'Malley writes 03/06/99
Winter now has passed.
Lovers kiss on a corner.
Let's just stay right here.
Bakai writes 03/06/99
You say I don't fight,
that I never take issue.
Yes, of course. You're right.
Is this love's playful caress?
A sweet breeze tonight.
even the dark seems content
not a dread in sight
these rabid dogs at my throat...
must have raised them wrong
it's been fermenting a while.
Years of sweat, some blood.
Stuart Reed writes 03/06/99
You're better than bad,
Though it must be said you're not
Yet up to much good.
Defeat the Axis? Better
Bomb pattern practice.
Internal combustion keeps
Motors on the go.
There goes one of those voices
That won't leave my head.
Are designed to disable
Knuckles and kneecaps.
Will soon become tomorrow's
Yesterday's dead ends.
Me with science, how about
I show defiance?
To do, and usually,
We haven't got a clue.
Flock to committee meetings.
He would rather herd.
Infractions of a deadly
Serious stillness.
Inkstone Foam writes 03/06/99
pull weeds through brambles
thorns move down stem one by one
more brambles, more weeds
indian pistolero
popped shot o' whiskey
RGBerard writes 03/05/99
Such civility
English girls, each an island
English skin - don't stare
Fallon writes 03/05/99
the fall of warm rain
soft song for the greening oak
a single cricket
Joyna writes 03/05/99
the ice slowly melts
as grass thrusts itself through ground
hard ground turning soft.
Medusa's voice has whispered
leaving cold darkness
the tall palm trees sway
(where summer always remains)
with soothing pleasure
looks around its precious groove
then seeing winter,weeps
Iye-Matsu-san writes 03/05/99
Ah! My hands have aged!
Since last I watched by the sea--
Oh! Green flies don't mind!
Greetings writes 03/05/99
how are you Joyna?
I am doing very well.
see ya tomorrow!!
Derek Banks writes 03/05/99
lost cloud
floating with the wind
morning is beginning
Inkstone Foam writes 03/05/99
winters' journey halts
haggard white knuckles of dew
circling overheard
another twisted jet ski
here for the season
"got any secrets to tell?"
next year's sunflower
up-slice footfalls of forest
green ray planted sun
grass mat with star ties is mine
wind is also mine
Laura Dadd writes 03/04/99
In sorrow's firm grasp
I sleep untill a glimmer
Of love grabs my eye
haikusmith writes 03/04/99
'H' Street's poet laureate
reciting for all
penned art from his word canvas
Liverpool writes 03/04/99
Little butterfly
Playing behind the flowers
Autumn is over
Joyna writes 03/03/99
to look up the word
and tell you the things I feel
is impossible
knowing about its purpose
..lilies on a grave.
in my curt spanish,
my language is limited
to tell you of love
Mě lenguage es limitado
para decirle sobre amor
"
to have friends to trust, rather
than those who you can't.
Matthew Rigdon writes 03/03/99
The wind blows the trees
Leaves rustle and fly away
Empty branches sway
Sand washes down the wet slopes
Sand pours out to sea
Rosemary Rooks writes 03/03/99
The stars are like dust
on deep blue or black velvet
so cold is the night.
flits from flower to flower.
A new beginning?
With dappled shadows,
the summer sunlight breaks through
the leafy branches.
the winter is melting --
my heart overflows.
once cold, dark and empty,
now teems with tadpoles.
Wings rise over the water...
Its a flying fish!
a cloud on the horizon...
The new day is born!
went out walking this morning -
Perhaps it was us.
Round leaves like gold coins -
Sitting under the aspens
I'm rich as a king.
the snow crunching underfoot
echoes your goodbye.
in an unending circle,
roll ever onward.
on the sweet cherry blossoms,
reflect the sunrise.
wafted by the autumn breeze
blanket the hilltop.
Kenda writes 03/03/99
Spring is in the air
A baby is on its way
Dreamy days ahead
Stuart Reed writes 03/03/99
You'd think we'd be used
To being seduced but we
Still behave loosely.
Only nomads roam. I'll build
You Rome in a day.
Good for something other than
Burning wantonly.
Catering to popular
Taste, T.V. lays waste.
Chances are I haven't been
Sweating it tonight.
If it isn't, one of us
Is unusual.
Further gone by far than I
Had contemplated.
Factor falsely contracted
A de facto gap.
The inveterate saviour
Threw cash at the saved.
And spending got us? Blessed if
I know. Who is us?
Ice Danger writes 03/03/99
Slipping on the ice
I break my leg and I scream
It hurt really bad
The Weather writes 03/03/99
It is very nice
The sun shines in our eyes
The snow melts away
Daffodil Night writes 03/03/99
Daffodils nodding
Get ready for the dark night
Stars shine on them
Snow Fun writes 03/03/99
Snowflakes drifting down
Kids make them into snowmen
Sun comes and they melt
Revelant Sun writes 03/03/99
The trees stand proudly
The branches bend to earth
Revealing the sun
Cricket Luck writes 03/03/99
Crickets chirp loudly
In the dark, starry-lit night
Bringing us good luck
Forests writes 03/03/99
Green pines in the woods
Sunshine glittering on them
Standing tall and proud
___ThisThing___63 writes
03/03/99
Spring in step
Marching on parade
Eyes alight
Fwtho writes 03/02/99
soon the tree frogs sing
happily reborn through rain
searching muck for love.
YI YANG writes
03/02/99
Spring comes with rainbows
That spreads out colors of gold
Dreams come tumbling in
Dianne Stripp writes 03/02/99
Rejoice, anxious soul
The winds and heaven shall dine
Alas! Sweet heartache
Kevin Aures writes 03/02/99
I write letters and
seal them with a summer's kiss
and wait for replies
Cheesefart writes 03/01/99
I am a cheese fart
sitting on a big fat cow
I am making cheese
Paul Conneally writes
03/01/99
smiling fuzzy logic
now filling spring gap focus
your face close to mine
Stuart Reed writes 03/01/99
Weakness hides behind
Aggression, hoping to give
A false impression.
Theology closer to
God than you or me?
Better than cure. It's also
A tremendous bore.
Are meaningless without the
Oracular whole.
Mother Superior
By being dreary.
Gates of hell, the first thing you
Notice is the smell.
Faith into the cold waters
Of atheism.
Dissolve the future into
Painless inertia.
Industries dominate East
West relationships.
By warriors to denote
Bird-like qualities.
Turmoil, try pouring oil on
Your troubled waters.
___ThisThing___63 writes
03/01/99
Spring is soon coming!
Oh, God! How long does it take?
Getting through living.
Pat Grantt writes 03/01/99
Lost in nature's grace
So absorbed in reverie
She finds poetry
Double aught, it seems,
Can be symbolized to mean
To infinity.
Iye Matsu-san writes 02/27/99
Half-century woman
Laughing with love and pure joy
Summer's camellia
Haijin of colors and forms
Giving: giving all
Half-century woman
Gracing each life she touches
Stones warm as she walks
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