The poet comments, "These are haiku written whilst milking cows and are not called anything."
There comes a point when
Birds meet bees and have to learn
Other harmonies.
Death defying flight
Was first undertaken by
Wilbur. Wilbur Wright.
A fraction of the
Time spent getting and spending
Should be spent saving.
Don't expect to be
Excepted. Self-deception's
Highly contagious.
Crumbling Oreos,
Dunked in tea, were fished for with
Spoons, desperately.
You go forward till
There's no turning back. It is,
It seems, a fast track.
Have you had your fill?
Now you swallow bitter pills
For indigestion.
A recruiting drive
Cannot succeed without an
Ideology.
Restrained disdain strained
Otherwise agreeable
Mutual friendships.
The poet comments, "Dedicated to the students and faculty of Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado by a neighbor in nearby Coal Creek Canyon "
stretching at the kitchen sink
to reach the open window
--first spring storm
cold city rain
arm in arm with one umbrella
headed for Ben's Pizza
The poet comments, "To Whom May Concern,
When you require Shakepsearesque poetry...let me know. Until then, I shall humbly submit my best effort, even if it is for naught more than your viewing pleasure. "
The poet comments, "Title: "Luff""
Lightnings twinkle
In lead like water.
Returning of the down.
The poet comments, "Title: "Lull"."
Smashed mirror.
From the stale water
wind sprouts.
The poet comments, "Title: "Old mirror"."
Heavy black cloud.
In the nest of storm
night dying.
The poet comments, "Title: "Old hope"."
The poet comments, "Women's work is never done. Now we know why!"
the broom sweeps as one
with me and my silent tears
that go unnoticed
the boy which I loved
I once saw with another
and inside...I died.
The poet comments, "(thank you for giving me a star on the last one, It really cheered me up!)"
The cherry blossom
Blooming beautiful pink buds
Then falls to the ground
this mind is so old
full of sad, lost promises
that were never kept
Give me poet words
Silver'd, sparkling, diamond words
Facets of my love.
The poet comments, "This is an inverse haiku - I figure, however, that since I am an American
approprating the Japanese poetic culture, I may as well allow myself to stray
from the classic form.
Much heart,
Lis"
There is no more sun.
Goldfish have captured it in
their tessurae scales.
Never wait in line -
water won't boil while you watch.
Try to float up front.
The Earth won't be here
when the Sun dies its bright death
ten thousand times now.
The poet comments, "Thank you for providing a wonderful Haiku forum!
Namaste,
Lis"
The poet comments, "The line of cars in back of me for the afternoon mail drop was beginning to grow and so was my annoyance at this child's handling of his mother's letters, until I saw the big smile on his face as he watched the mail disappear, a piece at a time, into the mailbox. It was a moment to savor. "
The poet comments, "my dogs' names are humphrey and brenda"
The poet comments, "These are called 'The Gods Collude'."
Do I not amount
To much because I'm such an
Underachiever?
On a streak he struck
Out three batters but the fourth
Brought him down to earth.
Dim sum feeds coolies,
Who with full bellies then go
Out and pull rickshaws.
Junks in the harbour,
Dhows on the Nile. Punts on the
Thames, skiffs at Henley.
Clam chowder, spiced with
A knowing hand, will remind
One of ozone's tang.
Meddling with muddled
Minds, the psychiatrist puffed
On a thoughtful pipe.
Rooting out evil
By being evil destroys
The purpose, asshole.
Giggles bring hiccups,
At which point hilarity
Is forced to subside.
Bang, bang, bang, his fist
Insisted on hammering
Doors on loose hinges.
The poet comments, "Written on 7-20-97 Dedicated to the memory of Dorthy Glenn "
The poet translates:
viewing cherry blossoms and drinking sake
enjoy the moment
forever
The poet comments, "What was yours ? "
The erect penis
is an indiscriminate
sprinkler of the sperm.
The poet comments, "I grant you the limited right to publish the Haikus submitted by me on this web site, but not to distribute it, publish it, or display it in any other manner. All rights to my works continue to vest with me. (on my lawyer's advice)."
The poet comments, " This guy makes me so angry I have to write haiku for God's sake!"
The poet comments, "These are haiku written whilst milking cows and trying to keep the milking parlour clean and are called 'Fucking Spotless'."
Brittle bristles snap
Under the gentle pressure
Of a razor blade.
Were you distracted
By having been selected
Or were you absorbed?
Phonily easy
Trick questions compromise the
Intellects of dopes.
Reigns of terror were
The rule not so long ago,
Not democracy.
Kangaroos use tails
As rudders. They're like a boat.
They're a boat that hops.
Disciplinary
Sanctions will be imposed to
Make you toe the line.
Sleight of hand made the
Slight look grand. Yes indeed, it
Glorified the bland.
Don't push your luck, punk.
This is a Magnum, said Clint.
Blood would soon be spilled.
Bubbles went missing.
I went looking, surprising
Myself with worry.
The poet comments, "Ode to Basho"
The poet comments, "I work for a school district and the tragedy at Littleton, CO fills me with horror and disbelief. "
The poet comments,
"First was an image
in miniature painting oil
and now is haiku."
Over white desert
eternal springs rumored.
Lightnings of moon rains.
Innocent blood drained
from the veins of our young ones
when the madness strikes
a swift cosmic breeze
skips stars across the night sky
butterflies tremble
exponential growth
God's bacterial artwork
will strengthen millions
cries escape from a sheep
a textile fetus is sheared
of cumulus texture
The poet comments, "A spizer is a crack pipe."
The poet comments, "My poem, Spring Morning, is about a typical spring morning. please let me win."
My parents yelling,
frustration in the tense air,
words not to be heard
The poet comments, " We wrote this poem especially for Justin Timberlake of the group NSYNC!!!!"
The poet comments, "These are called 'Tightly Wound Up'."
Nestling in valleys
Swiss villages get buried
By avalanches.
Being perfectly
Proportioned, beautiful girls
Exercise caution.
Acknowledged masters
No longer feel obliged to
Take up any slack.
Stradivarius
Made various violins
That cost a fortune.
Within these four walls
And under this roof, there ought
To be living proof.
Down that road lie goals
Unattainable by the
Lowly hoi polloi.
Marionettes dance
To the puppeteer's pulls and
Twitch to his itches.
Humpbacked camels on
Switchback railroads get car sick.
Unlike Joe Camel.
Naughty, naughty. No,
No Nanette. Softly, softly
Catchee the monkey.
The poet comments, "the tin soldiers of fear have won this day..."
Through the depths of time
somehow thoughts progress too fast
things change, suddenly
two hearts, beating fast
bodies melting into one
most heavenly bliss
The poet comments, "... saw this great blue heron standing in a pond while driving down I-95 at sunset one spring afternoon "
The poet comments, "PLEASE PUBLISH ALL MY POEMS ON YOUR SITE!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The frog is in water,
on a big green lillypad,
catching flies quickly.
The poet comments, "Would you please put the poem i just submitted in clear and plain ENGLISH!"
The poet comments, "please let me win"
The poet comments, "I NEED TO WIN OR I WILL BECOME A GIRL."
Toast Point thinks you need to use the CAPS LOCK key a little more wisely or you will stay an idiot.
It's snowing outside.
Kinda cold inside my house.
Cardboard isn't warm.
The poet comments, "Yes, I know, I can't count! Actually, I can. I try to keep a certain symmetry...this one is 3-5-3. "
The poet comments, "The night is my friend,brother,sister,and lover "
It shines with its might
Sea glitters with life, swim free
Hear the sirens sing
The poet comments, "Don't kill the sea with pollution"
The last olive fruit
Falls from the crooked branch of
The last olive tree
The poet comments, "I wrote this while gazing at a cherry tree in blossem, on the island of Shikoku."
The poet comments, " It is true that you can't write down everything you want to say in just 17 syllables."
blankets of roses
spread out far beyond my sight
don't prick your finger!
The poet comments, "The first two are called 'Windy Elements'."
Stripping back bark bares
Pulpy underwood to the
Windy elements.
The poet comments, "And the rest are called 'And Their Moos'."
You can get out of
Vietnam but you're still not
Allowed to smoke grass.
Nauseated Moors
Vomited aboard bobbing
Spanish men of war.
Solidity of
Character in gremlins and
Hobgoblins is rare.
Remedies that can
Exacerbate maladies
Compound the problem.
Tortoiseshell frames were
Once all the rage but then John
Lennon came along.
Neat pleats build ridges
On skirts out of fabric that
Look like paper-knives.
"Chugging along quite
Nicely, thank you," puffing at
His pipe with gusto.
Would your contention
Be that every invention
Boosts someone's ego?
Massage parlours aren't
Massage parlours. They're brothels -
Massage penises.
Normally Normans
Conquered with ease. Conquering,
For them, was a breeze.
The poet comments, "Moe is my evil twin."
Removing an ear...
Big deal. An ear is easy.
What were his options?
The poet comments, "Van Gogh was a sissy."
peasants hoeing weeds
classical garb flows in wind,
wondering at jets
pink blossom petal,
gentle breezes fight for her
escort to the ground
The poet comments, "I like stone cold steve austin a winner scince I was born!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Why does it not surprise this band director that a sax player is into pro wrestling and can't spell?
The poet comments, "These are haiku written whilst milking cows and are called 'Ants Such As I'"
The Plantaganets
Plunged Europe into hundreds
Of years of, well, war.
Taking tides that turn,
Ocean-going yacht captains
Learn the moon's phases.
Crispness in lettuce,
A sought after quality,
Is cultivated.
Have you, like de Gaulle,
Got the unmitigated gall,
The cast-iron balls?
Perfect timing, like
Perfect pitch has harmonic
Possibilities.
Clandestine candles
Have inspired many a sad
Teenage bedroom fire.
The title-holder
Girds his loins, not prepared to
Topple from his perch.
Strangulated cries
Vainly attempt to hide their
Utterer's surprise.
Acting on impulse,
Without recourse to forethought,
Caught them unawares.
Zorro's gay brother:
a fight for liberation!
What will his sword carve?
Passing by Throg's Neck
invisible fear clutches!
What the hell's a Throg?
lusty ol' Norman
can't get himself a woman
good ol' Master Bates
Love, a cyclone, twists
lifting up then smashing down
my trailer park soul
"touch the rose", she hissed
I did not for fear of death
one maiden she lost
The poet comments, "Writing a haiku was an assignment for my Literature class so I wrote one. Then we had to look up some famous sonnets, and I saw haiku contest so I decided to enter it."
the sea is angry
perhaps because she knows my
sorrow is deeper.
gambling with seconds,
the currency of despair
is worthless as sand.
casually she
turns and smiles, but it's my heart
burning at the stake
familiar lover...
does he reveal your beauty
and open your soul?
by my bed I keep
your picture to remind me
of the truth of dreams
stranger in my breast,
pounding at my soul's front door --
in my hand, a key
remember roses,
candles, wine and poetry...
this night... remember me...
Why am I like this
People really can't tell me
Because it's my life
The poet comments, "I have begun a daily haiku page."
The poet provided a link, but it was a relative link and does us no good. Deb, please send us the complete web address.
All alliances
Must be based on mutual
Interests. Or fail.
It's past my bedtime.
It must be getting-up time.
The alarm bells sound.
A constant search for
Sanity has led many
To insanity.
Most girls are only
Interested in one thing.
I forget which one.
I'm a lazy bum.
What does not need to be done
Will never get done.
Off to milk the cows.
Off to browse among the Friesian-
Holsteins and their moos.
Silence full of noise.
This, folks, is your brain. Jesus
Christ, we're off again.
The poet comments, "These are haiku written whilst milking cows and are called 'With Finesse'."
Play it con brio
If given the solo part
In a wind trio.
Personality
Disorders were just what young
Freud's doctors ordered.
I have thoroughly
Lost track of time. Funny. Like
Committing a crime.
Life in general
Is a whole lot easier
Where grass is greener.
All the best of man
Is trellised to forgiving
All entwined with love.
And now the morning
Busy feet in mud again
Another day of work
The rain descending
The thirsty earth swallowing
The sun forgotten
The poet comments, "Shiloh was a beautiful feral cat we were trying to befriend. She spent a lot of time sunning in our back yard. We were hoping to earn her trust just enough to take her to the vet to be neutered but we ran out of time; she was hit and killed by a car. "
sun on falling snow
infinite floating mirrors
re-created world!
sun on falling snow
eternal shadow banished
pure enlightenment
Angry clouds spew rain.
Under worn snows, earth rumbles
stretching rusty joints.
vanity of love:
old stones are hardly softened
by warm rains of spring
The poet comments, "I realize this isn't really haiku. I've been trying to complete this poem for many years (Lines from Carnell Hall ((Temple Univ)). I enjoy the poems of Stuart Reed."
The poet comments, "... and winter is in divorce court "
Yellow butterflies
drift over barbed fences
respecting no man
The poet comments, "boundaries are irrelevant "
Deep, ancient crevice
Watch closely! The man from Sears
Bends over again
I give her flowers,
She calculates their value.
The manchild trembles.
The poet comments, "bored in a motel haiku"
The poet comments, "These are haiku written whilst milking cows and are called 'Everest Beckons'"
What came first? The worst.
What came second? The better.
What came third? The best.
The piggy in the
Middle, humiliated,
Couldn't hide a blush.
You cannot afford
The prices I charge so get
Off my back. Alight.
Everest was a
Challenge for Sherpa Tensing,
A local porter.
Indicative of
Allergic reaction the
Cat caused Pat to sneeze.
Children of their times
Are the adults who chime in
On education.
Tightrope walkers in
An earlier era had
Immensely long poles.
I leave the broader
Subjects to the people who
Have broader waistlines.
It could be argued.
We agree that it could be
Argued. We're agreed.
Christmas tree: the soft
and dark turned bright and glowing.
Is this what you want?
Three Graces in bronze
Focal point of garden
Rocks complement streams
Flowering dogwood
In front of the library...
..I can't find the words
The Easter lilies
In Rockefeller Center
Ascend from cement
Frost-covered meadow
Two beautiful dogs at play
Goosebumps
longing to get out
but trapped in hopeless despair
of being to shy
The poet comments,
"la canción que canto
está ya no por usted...pero
por todo los sueños perdidos
"
mention the season—
a reference to weather
often suffices
drop articles, use
pidgin syntax, add in a
cliché from nature:
‘black crow in big space
high above cold windy streets
shouts then moves along’
Eva, I only got four of your five. Go figure.
Chocolate frosted
Left on table waiting you
Red ant invasion.
The poet comments, "Hon, where's that bottle of vodka?"
The poet comments, "Perfect marriage! She grows roses-he gives them a leg to stand on."
Is a sheriff bad
when he kills the criminal
and saves the child?
reaching down,
storm clouds drags a gray veil
over grazing cows
miso soup bowl
lifted to her mouth ---
lipstick marks the spot
The poet comments, "These are called 'Some New Free Style Shit'"
You need the tension
Between greed and patience to
Properly function.
What does it matter?
Your belly's getting fatter.
Your hair's thinning out.
Committed to a
Course of action, some of us
Make a retraction.
Who said dead heroes
Are worse off than live cowards?
I somehow doubt it.
Along with every
Shimmering globule on a
Chandelier, I shake.
It is the little
Differences that will make
All the difference.
Pendulous pear drops,
Tear drops in amber in an
Eternal slumber.
Order, order, court
Adjourned. Take the evil witch
Out and have her burned.
Some new free style shit.
You can't coop a chicken and
Not attract a fox.
Icicles hanging.
Dripping from gutters and eaves.
Slow, stately, drip, drip.
Breath puffs in sunlight
Fingers tingle under gloves.
Sun-melted snow puddles.
Rosy nose and cheeks.
Harsh, wet, gloves scour cold numbed face.
Red faces shine bright.
Children's voices ring.
Laughing voices in chill air.
Adults smile softly.
Fresh green bud on limbs.
First green stems poke through thin snow.
No blossoms. Too soon.
Winter dies again.
Spring comes stirring, not yet born.
Death to life once more.
where do you knock
isn't important, but
which door it is?
The poet comments, "Don't know the poet. Know the feeling."
The poet comments, "I need help"
Snippets of gold thread
Where dandelion thistle
Sowed its ragged edge.
I once had a friend
But like a twig on water
He drifted away.
The seed is planted
A beautiful flower blooms
Only to soon wilt.
a long road ahead
belief I had in my youth
always a dead end
a rose bush in bloom
red flowers with soft petals
protected by thorns
gray clouds drift away
sun's rays light dismal dark skies
house goes floating by
spring showers wet ground
dogs playing in the back yard
paw prints on the rug
standing in classroom
no clothes on and it's test time
hope this is a dream
fermented apples
monkey dangles dangerously
erratically drunk
The poet comments, " great site"
The poet comments, "These are called 'Sounds'"
Whereas a hospice
Sounds institutionally
Invitational.
The poet comments, "It's a dry heat"
parisian madame
devouring the nightlife
a silty capon
The poet comments, "These are haiku written whilst milking cows and are called 'Emptying Another's Udders.'"
Water gone under
The bridge has sundered and soured
Our relationship.
Hanging out shingles,
Lawyers hope to hear the cash
Register tinkle.
Take yourself in hand.
Pull yourself together and
Pick up the pieces.
A tony suburb
In Atlanta houses Ted
Turner of TV.
Trips to the bathroom
Are made on Shanks's pony
With pressing bladders.
Stylised styli swish.
Are swish and do swish. They swish
Like Nike's logo.
Pen poised to pin words
To absorbent papyrus,
Drips a drop of ink.
It's all downhill from
The equator. On both sides
You slide down the globe.
Tenfold increases
In the size of one's wad make
Impressive bulges.
sweet ocean mist rolls
melliflously along
his mind's great divide
The poet comments, "And what does THAT mean?!"
The poet comments, "Long since i have seen the light"
The poet comments, "I'm in love"
The poet comments, "Aircon knows no season."
The poet comments, "This was composed last April while I drove through a residential neighborhood in Knoxville, TN. "
You are my beauty
My one and only true love
The Queen of my heart
The poet comments, "Well, it was! "
the mirror answers
narcissism after all
goes with changing eyes
fooled again by life
I join all of my fellows
a born April's fool
with mist in the air
flowers flying everywhere
into the girl's hair
The poet comments, "(on file systems) "
The poet comments, "e-mail me at Def Face@alo.com, but only if you like my Haiku"