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How to Haiku

I tried to find a consolation
                to my frustration

saying to myself that it's not a question of whether it's right or wrong, maybe it's just different. But this constant-reiteration is like a surgical interruption of the nerve tracts of my shrinking brain; once again I make a prefrontal leucotomy to myself  just to avoid the cognizance of my reprehensible ignorance or my negligence

It's neither traditional or contemporary 
nor proper or improper
it's just the prosaic practicality
of a pro-preposterous absurdity

But who am I trying to fool using pretentious and alliterated words? 
How difficult is it to accept that I can't write a haiku?

I know it's unfair to quote out of context but when the master Issa said 
"[...] try to forget all of the rules," he was wrong
I tried it before and I could only get unrhymed footles

The king of fruit, nah!
No metaphors until I could understand what "absolute or deep metaphor" means
To be or not to be a watermelon
No personification allowed
Watermelons rhymes with fellons, nah! 
Those Watermelons...nah! No Caps 
Oops! The kigo! The season word! 
Easy: watermelons are the most popular summertime fruit!
The Kireji, my "cutting word" is typical of an IQ above 140: a knife!
My yuxtaposition: another geniality! 
The watermelons are...are you ready?
The watermelons are yuxtaposed in a "pile" 
side by side one upon the other, showing their differences
5,7,5: 17 syllables! 3 unrhymed lines without a title! I did it! With my own hands!
What a joy!

those watermelons cost ten cents more than a knife the fruit prices rise
I captured the precise moment in which "I" realized that the watermelons cost 10 cents more than a knife! Aha! An instance of apprehending the true nature of fruit prices to raise awareness and a recognition of its essence, which, in this case, is the watermelon scent. Also, as the way the economy is going, everybody can relate to it: a universal haiku! Original focus/experience/clear images/perfect! If somebody has the audacity to haikuticize ME, I can still play the card up in my sleeve:Creativity! Creativity in arts: my undeniable power of unrestricted use to determine...whatever! to transcend traditional ideas, rules, concepts, and whatever! to create new forms: an 8-lines-Nonet, an unrhymed footle, a 17 syllables-Sonnet (Rubenserian), or whatever! A Whaikutever! I think I've created a new form... I(Me)am so talented!

Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2012

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Winter - The Japanese Haiku Style

~Winter~ (Haiku suite) Winters approaching autumn mournfully whispers leaves on ground whither Squirrels run, stock food the trees starting to get bared weather gets more cold Snow will be falling kids will make snowmen, snowballs time to wear a coat. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010 November.15.2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Spring Song - The Haiku Style

~Spring Song~ (Triple Haiku) Beautiful flowers to the bright sunlight open up winters gone now Swans in the pond glide water shimmers in the sun flock of robins fly Roses give their perfume butterflies dance happily spring laughs with delight Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2011
March.04.2017 “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain-

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2017

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Haiku Days

	Haiku Days
	Haiku mornings 
		and my computer 	
		and quiet in the house.
	Haiku nights 
		red wine
		and my computer
		and quiet in the house.
	My small world in seventeen syllables

Copyright © Jack Jordan | Year Posted 2013

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driving to the beach haiku

driving to the beach
with pure anticipation
yearning for release

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014

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W i n t e r - The Haiku Style

~Winter~ (Haiku suite) Winters approaching autumn mournfully whispers leaves on ground whither Squirrels run, stock food the trees starting to get bared weather gets more cold Snow will be falling kids will make snowmen, snowballs time to wear a coat. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2010 October.24.2016 ~ Author's Notes: The Haiku is a Japanese poetry form or style.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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Autumnal Salutations - The Haiku - Senryu Style

~Autumnal Salutations~ (Haiku/ Senryu Suite) This morning is great The airs refreshing and cool Autumn's almost here Feeling of newness There's some lightness around now And the birds still roam New days just starting There's so much to do today So many new plans Thank God for today Think of friends and family For them send prayers Wish them all the best Everyone's in my heart thoughts God bless them and you Prayers go to God I am so thankful for each day That He's given me Day belongs to Him Created all that is good My God is awesome Greatest painter Masterful brushworks He paints Everyday all time Summer soon to go Hot days no more and pretty Fall will settle down Many things to plan Some great holidays will come soon And we'll celebrate. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2012

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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Beautiful Butterfly - The Haiku Style

~Beautiful Butterfly~ (Double Haiku) Pretty butterfly softly dances in the sun spreading only joy Graceful in beauty she alights and then soars high in the light she shines Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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Beautiful Morning - The Haiku Style

~Beautiful Morning ~ (Haiku ) golden sun smiling dazzling rays peep thru blush'd clouds he opens her eyes Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2016

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2016

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A Moment In Time - The Haiku Style

~A Moment In Time~ (Haiku trio) ~Eagle~ Soaring so high proud and right beneath soft clouds the bald-eagle flies. ~Ducks~ Mother duck looks on as she collects all her brood makes sure they're alright. ~Frogs~ Bull frogs croak all night mating season it is now and tadpoles are born. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2011
January.05.2016 ~Author's Notes : The "Haiku" is a Japanese form or style.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2017

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sleeping with grandma in summer haiku

pulling down the shade,
i can still feel the cool breeze
still sticking to sheets

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014

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Haiku in the Graphic Arts

 free verse 

Artist, Susan Boulet
makes the connection between 
observation and application.

Through figures of fantasy
she creates a spirit of solitude.
Heads and hands
intermix thoughts and practice
capturing the visage of the heart.

Images juxtaposed -
her genius is pictorial haiku.
May she rest in the peace
she has bequeathed to us.

The art work of Susan Seddon Boulet may be viewed/purchased at

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2014

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US-NATO 'humanitarian' intervention in libya haiku

US-NATO “humanitarian” intervention in libya haiku


replacing somebody who won’t do our 
with someone who will 

Copyright © andrew delapruch | Year Posted 2011

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The Haiku Corral - Part 3

Haiku Licentioso 
('They who quaff this cup shall see god
and The Magdalen')

with the *powder
that goes in the tea
comes the instructions:
''dump into the brew
mix salaciously
drink licentiously
and feel like a libertine''

''caution's for the birds
toss the birds back into the leaves
grab a broom
aim for and dip on the dance floor,
and mix salaciously
drink licentiously
feel like a libertine''

''noon's for stealing shade
afternoons for sawing logs
nights for stealing even deeper
and dawn for burning rubber
out of jail mate hell (or heaven),
so mix salaciously
drink licentiously
and cuss on your knees
like a libertine''

''love's for the blind
hatred for the weak
and bravery for the mad,
mix salaciously
drink licentiously
and ask for rebates on living
like a libertine''

''file for Chapter 11 on your intellect
strip-tease for bees
perjure yourself to bears
read pornography in leaves of the tea
and yellow journalism in your pee,
mix salaciously
drink licentiously
and celebrate like a libertine''

''acknowledge god in the tax code
the 1-800 goddess in the phone book
chase your mother-in-law down the street
catch yourself tripping over your dreams
plagiarize your nightmares,
and mix salaciously
drink licentiously
and hiccup like a libertine -
- for missing the bus
is half the fun
unless it's a disease you catch
your dog lies down with fleas
arises with a bladder-full
while divorce doesn't quite pay the bills,
so mix salaciously
drink licentiously
and go the way of all flesh and blood
like a libertine Ph. D.''

* (hibiscus-flavored rose hip tea added to regular tea)

Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-VonGlashaus | Year Posted 2011

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The Haiku Corral - Part 1

Haiku Alley

five and dime
jes' lookin' aroun'
give me dime
give me five
and I'll give ya' dime to take yo' time
that's givin' ya' zen in change

there ain't no rhyme
in the zen of five and dime
and time lives only
in the jail of yo' darkest dreams
beyond the dark, beyond the light
lookin' aroun'
five and dime
give me five and I'll take yo' time
that's zen in change

stick some pins in your voodoo doll
hurtin' so good
servin' a sentence of five and dime
lost in the bliss of time unknown
lost between the bars
of your liquid voodoo jail
of stinking five and dime
coolin' the demons
dime and five
give me dime
and I'll give you five to take your time
that's voodoo zen in change

lookin' aroun'
rollin' ovah
an' posing dead
playin' live
'cause there's everythin'
for your virgin hootenanny voodoo doll to feel
not much to see
in the haiku alley
behind your jail
jes' the parkin' lot of prayer
and down on yo' knees
screamin' for somethin'
don't know what
maybe a piece
from yo' virgin voodoo doll
without them pins
but alive with the pain
of not dyin' before its dime
to give the reaper five
lookin' aroun'
lookin' aroun'
rollin' ovah
rollin' ovah ovah' bein' hea' (here)
five and dime
dime and five
give me dime
give me five
and I'll take yo' dime
give ya' time...
... that's givin' ya' voodoo change in zen!

Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-VonGlashaus | Year Posted 2011

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Haiku with Media

Few Words, Few pictures, News
Thousand narrations to same story
Every day a new story
Journalism, an art to write
Whether truth is perceived or false
None care, just write it.
Coverage of war or peace
Hidden remains the agenda of brokers
Cameraman with presenter on TV
What is shown, repeat telecast?
Same images, and same footage again
As seen on cable TV 
Magazine, periodicals, articles and letters
People read and contribute searching truth
Some are victims, others spectators
Morphed I did see, pictures
Some well crafted, some under bad hands
Every agency has a news
Reports, articles, statistics and surveys 
Core contents of the daily news papers 
2 page news, rest advertisements.
New flash, breaking news and updates
Presidential speeches, parliament debates and reality shows
Twenty four seven TV channeled 
Melodies, drums and orchestra played
Dramas, shows, politricks and business
Echoing; let the shows begin.
FT, BBC, CNN, News corp. Siasat
Created, supplied, edited, published, blogged, or uploaded  
Chinese whisper crawl in their veins.


Copyright © azim mohammed | Year Posted 2011

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Faithku: Haiku of the Heart

(Concrete Moving Pictures)

autos lift debris
man’s footprint stomps on oceans
acid rain fells forests

love is bread of life
faith love’s seed for next year’s crop
justice always grace

politics of fear
all compromise vilified
“right to life” brings death

life’s blessing mixed
love from Christ, death born of Cain
not all fruit is sweet

evil is a choice
love is just its own reward
rented never owned

wisdom means broken
the beginning of humility
getting you’re not God

Brian Johnston
May 28, 2016

Poet's Notes:
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” 
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2016

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Down And Out Haiku Slam

<                                          whispers of the wind .........
                                            speak to enchanted sea .........
                                            bp ........  going down

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010

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23 Line Haiku Hijack

            23 Line Haiku Hijack

I stole a haiku from the Japanese
Stuffed it in a duffle bag, added 23 lines to make it fat
Fed it chocolate day and night before we started
Threw the 5-7-5 lines overboard in flight
Then placed the new one on the market when I landed
Shrimp and whale tails make for sound haiku 
Deliciously raw like sushi
Japan hates my poetry and me.  They call it criminal
Call it distasteful, crude and rude and even disrespectful 
Complaining it suffered from too many lines and rhymes 
I sold the stolen poem to a toothless Afghan man 
A Taliban by trade, in need of a wife
He realized the mistake we made  
Haiku is not an overweight woman, so he returned it
Calling it bland, loveless and torturously trite
I injected a diaphragm on the haiku 2nd line     
To prevent undo pregnancies
When left alone to expand, haiku will multiply on command
It grew from 3 to 23 lines in what Japanese call, disgraceful 
Hijacking haiku and adding more lines is wrong  
It changes the meaning and is far too long
Haiku will never be the same again
I sent it off to India on a train…a quatrain to be exact. 
I have no shame, and that's a fact

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

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Haiku Number 2 With Variations - Both Sonnet and Free Verse

Haiku With Variations (Both Sonnet & Free Verse)

Haiku Number 2

hail rides air updrafts
raindrops crater planet's skin
your breath’s clouds, fall skies

May 12, 2016

Mother of a Winter’s Night – Shakespearian Sonnet

Her distressed sighs rise up like nascent hail,
(Tears blown to ever colder zones of sky),
Where frozen prayers see gravity prevail,
Release their pain on what they think is lie.

These raindrop tears sew cratered fields as well,
While farmer's labor washes out to to sea,
(Those tender roots that split rock - time's to tell),
But impact strips her lover’s legacy.

And with the fall as cold means leaves turn blue
New growth goes dormant and awaits Spring’s lease,
Confusion reigns as her breath’s clouds subdue
And haiku’s calmer images release.

If I am wrong let no one take offense
She’s not to blame, but my own lack of sense.

May 14, 2016

Poet's Note:
Please excuse the paraphrase of Shakespeare Sonnet #116's couplet.  :-)

Mother of a Winter’s Night – Free Verse

Your distressed sighs are the updrafts
That hurl nascent hailstones skyward,
Freezing tears colliding, clumping as they go
Into tortured spheres that could kill a horse,
Certainly knock shingles from the newest of roofs,
Or pound a field of sunflowers straight into the ground!

My vulnerable fields cratered by your tears,
Whether in their frozen form or flowing wet,
Top soil now enroute to the sea itself,
As if the history of its creation were of no consequence,
Tender roots that pried a farm from solid rock,
Swelling into cracks that are always present,
Turning stone to fertile soil.
The sea’s surface, that not so long ago
Mirrored a most gorgeous sunset,
Now a tortured and a rabid foam,
Laid to waste, craters overlapping craters,
Gone in an eye blink, all my love a non-event
In geologic time it seems.

Winter has come early as your breath’s clouds
Mask all reason and confuse me,
A bitter chill fills every corner of fall’s skies,
Even leaves turn blue and cannot breathe,
Oxygen sucked from the room we live in,
My only recourse is poetry and prayer.

May 13, 2016
Long Tooth

Poet's Note:
It was an interesting challenge to try to write the same poem three times and keep the meaning of the original haiku intact.

Copyright © Roof Missing | Year Posted 2016

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country river memory haiku

skipping rocks for fun
at a loved summertime place
sipping lemonade

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015

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Digressions on Billboard Haiku


Sick of the commute?

	Early morning pavement gray as masticated 
	breakfast sprinkled with broken glass.

Brakelights driving you crazy?

	Blinking red Morse with its Monday 
	bad news: Accident Ahead.

Take the train and dream.

	And off beyond the shoulder, fields of grasses 
	growing free, whatever the mind can see.

Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2010

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The Haiku Corral - Part 2

Dogpatch Haiku Anthem

wailin' blue-tick blues
heard only beyond the ear
struttin' your rooster
in boots just made for
walkin' all over the bull,
pick it up and
use it
or hit the road!
'cause if ya' cain't crow
ya' ain't got bull or zen

death ain't got no sting
like slappin' the bull
spiders no good
unless they're widders of black,
pick it up and
use it
or hit the road!
'cause if ya' cain't crow
ya' ain't got bull or zen

laugh at the moon
mock the tornado
mourn with the riva'
follow the alley cat
of your slinkin' dreams
take your time with mushrooms and
shake with the chill of an unknown fever
preach to shadows
scream at the midday sun
dive into clouds
parachute into mud,
and pick it up
use it or hit the road!
'cause if you cain't crow
ya' ain't got bull or zen

cheat on the test
for a license to drive
yourself crazy
duck when you swear at the mirror
change your mind as often
as your underwear
dream in the sweat lodge of terror
ovah what ya' ain't
make obscene calls to your
local hornet's nest
and don't quibble ovah takin' the outhouse in,
and pick it up
use it or hit the road!
'cause if ya' cain't crow
ya' ain't got zen or bull

pop the cork
tip the bottle
wrap your tongue around the ecstasy
jilt the bruises of your fear
make love to the spider
kiss the frog,
pick it up and
use it
or hit the road!
'cause if ya' cain't crow
ya' ain't got zen or bull

Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-VonGlashaus | Year Posted 2011

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You think it's easy to realn to plonounce wolds in Engrish 
When you come flom Japan?  No sillee  bob.
We say  L  instead or R  and vice versa, so tly it,  and 
Rots of ruck you sirry chump.

And to put kids thlough school in Amelica, 
You gotta be a mirrionaile
Schoor lurels  ale stirr not costry, but for my chirdlen I buy
Roads of books  for Geometly, ol  georogy,
Ol geoglaphy, Ol biorogy, ol tligonometly, 
And crassics in Gleek and Ratin.

I myserf find it hald to forrow
Ranguage books on the Amelican and Blitish diarects
Which ale so diffelent, 
Rike the wold in Engrand for rift in USA  is erevatol
And amelican gasorine is Blitish petlor.
I arso buy books on poetly  to lead quietry at sreeptime.

We rive a  pracid rife in the falm countly
Crose to Olrando  in Frolida 
And we laise fat hens, what we carr  poltry pourtly
The lear plobrem   is tlying to pleselve oul  Japanese curtule
Arways at lisk of dlowning in a sea of Engrish glammal.
Plobabry arr foleign palents out thele wirr aglee with me – 
Am I light? Or wlong?

And Amelican poritics  is anothel mystely to us  foleignels
When you speak  about  flee erections
What this means is the plesident has elections with gilr  fliends
And  he doesn’t have to  pay  - 
Oh this is so diffelent flom Japan !
Engrish ranguage and customs..…I  learry can’t undelstand them


Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011

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They sat on the boulders
by the babbling brook
basking in God's brightness,
their bronze curly locks
bouncing as they giggled.

Their beauty was perfect 
in every way, including
the big beautiful bold eye
that graced each of them
centered in their foreheads.

They were giggling at me
because I balked at each
questioning my own sight;
could it be, I asked myself,
God made them one-eyed?

Their laughter mingled
with the songs of the brook
as I marveled at their beauty,
even though embarrassed
for having gawked at them so.

What could I say as I walked away?

(From a dream: Mar. 1, 2008)

[It should be noted that on the front page of The Komsomolskaya Pravda, the 
Russian Newspaper, it was reported on 2/22/2005, that a baby girl was born with 
one blue eye centered in her forehead. She died right after birth, only having 
taken one breath. I researched this, because I could not believe what I saw in 
this dream; also I worried that it would discredit my vision of Heaven. I hope to 
see these beauties again in Heaven when I get there. I'll want to be their friend 
and get to know them better.]

          “...there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no 
more pain, for the former things have passed away.”
                REV 21:4


They are all over
fluttering up, down, here, there,
bringing messages.

“'He who overcomes shall be clothed in white garments, and I will not blot out his 
name from the Book of Life; but I will confess his name before My Father and 
before His angels.'”
               REV 3:5

These poems are the last 2 poems in my IN HEAVEN book, which is 165 pages 
long, and for which I'm seeking a publisher.

(C) Sheila Kathryn Barrera Feb. 12, 2008 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Copyright © Sheila Kathryn Barrera | Year Posted 2008

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time machine jukebox haiku

time machine jukebox
resurrecting black and white
just for the music

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015

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Date: Sun, Jan 17 2016 at 4:04 PM

An Sword drenched in Blood
In the Air flying doves
From the sword Fire Rose
Garment Robe of Gold with Garnet Stones 
One Man in the Field against Many
Death in the Air you can feel it's Energy
But i feel the Angels with Me
Holding the Woman I love Against Me
By the Sword to her Neck
Fire Rises in his Chest
It's a Fight to the Death
But this the Lions Quest
My Sword they will Respect
In this War I hold no Regrets
War wounds Opened in his Flesh
This Love Armageddon
He wears on his chest her Necklace
Arms stretching releasing The Aggression
God looking down under the Heavens
Holding the Seal with their Deathwish
Alot of Zeal from the Stresses
Ill Will is the Swords Fetish
Head spinning with a thousand Confessions
Heart Grinning it's one of his elements
Breathing in the Defensive Mechanism
Builidng up off it's Essence
Sun shining on my Melanin
I send a Dove with the Scripted Message
They like to play with a Man's Heart
His Heart pure but his Eyes Dark
they just Enlightened his Spark
No Alliance could ever Start
Prayed for Strength before the March
I can feel Tears raining on her Face
I need Rain before the Battle Breaks
So I lift my Hands up to God
This Sword Evens all the Odds
No yielding with the Shield in my other hand
He's the last Man that will Stand
Momentum Building 
This not Vengeance this Devotion
Blood Boiling
An fingers Twitching
Sword Crying for it's Wishes
The Only ones dying is the Villains
Sword in my hand Twisting

Copyright © uriel wisdom | Year Posted 2016

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Untitled #142 / Haiku

Haiku! Haiku!
A lesson about Haiku!
Aha! I have foreseen this moment!

Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007

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haiku and prose

I wrote about love
I wrote about pain
poured it out
for all to read

I wrote about passion
I wrote about warmth
on moonless nights
when I was cold

I wrote about mountains
I wrote about the sea
the monsoon rain
and lightning storms

I write it all
I write what I feel
in haiku and prose
a blogger's lament

Copyright © J B | Year Posted 2009

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a reply to haiku comment 5-7-5

i once read this comment that said
you and your haikus
then i get the definition
it was like my haikus are a cancer without a chance for remission
yet and still they swirl in my mind like a green candy cane

i reply to the comment by saying
what about you and your haikus
then i highlight certain parts of the definition
i read other haikus like a textbook without a sedative feeling
your style inspires my style....only mine is slightly left of your corner write

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2016