dessert winds wispers
thunder rolls across the sky
as time slips by
turn on the tv
the city is burning black
slips into the void
nitrous and high boost
four on the floor and high speeds
on ever faster
the cold fog lays low
mist dance on the tungsten glow
cold, dark, till morrow
the doorway is there
the path is a mystery
reach, reach for the sky
starlight to twilight
into the cutting silence
the cries of the wolves
boredom, what to do?
the drudged indifference,
give me substance!
they might not be traditional, but they are
5, 7, 5
works for me
Here is my triad of haiku in honor of spending the day in the back yard:
Called by warmth and wet,
My yard strains skyward. Time to
Gas up the mower.
I love butterflies.
They are not insects; they are
Self-propelled flowers.
Ancient, gnarled tree bark;
Soft, tender little-boy skin;
Please be careful, son!
Live a Lush Life
Da Chef
Bare limbs, and hard buds,
Check often to make them grow.
Am I stalking Spring?
BigDaddyD says
Fighting ignorance is tough
Will it be vanquish’d?
Hemispheric orbs-
Oh, how I love to see them.
Joyfulness abounds.
A lovely “spring” day
But I am stuck at my desk
Time to go postal.
Gamera is really neat, he is full of turtle meat, we’ve been eating Gam-er-aaaa…
Occam
67
I hate all Haiku.
You just start warming up and
begin writing when-
To celebrate my 46th birthday, I’m going to link to the Spam Haiku archive (over 14,000 and still growing!), and quote a few for-instances:
Kittens’ first day out:
They encounter SPAM! One sniff,
all run back to Mom.
SPAM commercial: Two
Yugos pull up. “Pardon me.
Have you any SPAM?”
Indian looks down
on Hormel plant. A single
tear runs down his face.
“Spam in the place where you live…” - Wierd Al, spoofing REM.
Flutterbys abound
in the garden of roses,
Joy seeps in my heart.
Memories of that
one special night changed my life
forever; my heart.
Driving down the road,
lonely, only sad thoughts are
in my head, chasing.
Seen on billboard near home:
Don’t make me come down there.
God
GOD
70
Still up far too late
Or is it early? Oh shit.
Dreading alarm clock.
system
71
Ha! My bow is drawn!
Ho! My arrow flieth!.. Damn.
My foot is wounded.
(Sagittarian National Anthem)
The thread is over.
Once again I have arrived
Sev’ral days too late.
(Durnovarian National Anthem)
Walking in the sun,
Sweating, again, at long last!
I wore my shorts, too.
The old computer,
I long to see it falling
Ground floor is too low.