Autumn Haiku - Set of Three
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autumn
whirlwinds of splendor
autumn breathes umber blizzards ~
crimson cloudbursts whorl
gusts of gold tangos
jitterbug on orange swirls ~
gales of scarlet squalls
outbursts of amber
ride on russet fandangos ~
vermillion downpours
8-16 Lines of Fall Splendor – 9-12-23
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Storms of Fall Splendor
Whirlwinds of splendor jitterbug in back streets,
Autumn’s song breathes in a blizzard of umber,
Downpours of vermillion create flushed retreats
Crimson cloudbursts, impetuous as thunder.
Tempests magenta scuttle on winding roads
While squalls of cerise in warm copper whorls twirl
Gusts of red garnet blow across the crossroads
And, like gales of laughter, orange giggles swirl.
Russet storm winds blow in dazzling fandangos
Auburn firestorms spin in scarlet enchantment
Ethereal fogs spin gusts of gold tangos
Flurries of sunlight – autumnal event.
Showers of glory chant in mistrals of red
Twisters of ruby across fields and moraines
Outbursts of amber, maroon brouhahas spread,
On waiting roads, sidewalks, avenues and lanes.
spring high jinx
lusty sunbeams jive
rowdy clouds do fandangos ~
gusty winds kiss kites
ducklings surf the pond
fuzzy goslings in high jinx ~
willow trees hula dance
spring stars waltz the sky
wink at comets streaking by ~
corn planting moon sighs
rowdy zephyrs whoosh
corralling spindrift laces ~
crazy clouds spiral
shifting clouds speak riddles
guess the shape of changing clouds ~
new green shoots tickled
whirlwind pranks tumble
hijack dandelion puffs ~
moonbeams tease midnight
5-26-22
Spring Mischief
Lusty sunbeams twirl in tangos
Gusty clouds in wild fandangos
Rowdy windstorms dip and glide
Dowdy mornings step aside
Cloudy caches swing and sway
Dowdy drizzles sent far away
The sharp air softens then sings
A wink, a smile – mischief of spring.
4-29-22
Contest: Spring Rhyme 8-12 Lines
Sponsor: Tania Kitchen
I flop at truck stops
hid by other sleeping truckers.
I like the loneliness.
Amarillo, Detroit, Tacoma, Richmond,
places packed and stacked
with the bad and the good.
I scoot by paying no heed,
to features, just forms,
how bodies once glimpsed
sometimes return inside of me.
Cities of light, death-heads hidden
no one is looking.
I’m not looking either — just driving through,
hauling and honking.
No one looking.
Launderettes and liquor stores;
five finger fandangos in the back,
chicken wings and Jack D.
Atlantic City, Apalachicola,
soaking in the slipstream
while America looks somewhere else.
What are you watching America?
Sometimes I think
only the coyotes are paying attention.
Roads thread through my fingers.
The Great Lakes shimmer,
Rockies rear-up and ripple.
Moving along not looking,
just driving.
Old men on benches stare
as I hammer on by, and blare,
as if I were an 18-wheeled rolling exhibit
of America itself.
Poetrysoup collective odyssey
If ??
Popularity, Adulation, Admiration
&
Affirmation
Are what you are seeking
Then I fear you best look or seek solace elsewhere
For a True Poet doth care more about
Inspiring other's than recognition
A Silent Odyssey
Performs Louder
Rises far above Self Promotion
Ever can or could or should
Humility is the Written Miracle
The Pen is the Wand
And the force of spirit is strong
Within the collective
We call Poetrysoup
Trooping the Light Fandangos
The wind is too frail to carry across oceans
the echoes of distant bells,
too wayward to traverse the wild plains
to deliver wolves’ howls
and the hoots of owls,
too headstrong not to tussle with the storms
it passes, and thus lose its cargo
of muezzins’ calls and mermaids’ coos.
Jungles are jumbled with passages from rooftop
saxophonists’ solos,
valleys brim with the arias
it spirited away from piazzas,
and dropped heedless along the way.
The perfumes of rare books and hidden brooks
are lost too,
as are the aromas of faraway bazaars,
stranded on city streets,
harassed by exhaust fumes.
Snowflakes languishing in deserts,
petals flailing in glaciers,
the vibrations from a hundred fandangos,
the thunder of a million migrating hooves,
all were by the wind misplaced before
they could be deposited through my window.
To find them, I must travel forth.
You groin suckers working your glistening rod through time's
Silver pole, fandangos swallow it whole; gulp, the goo of yes you....
Grasping, it's shaft sliding across these slippery tongues teasing tonsils
Twisting in a bind to gather their droplets at the back of your daemons throat.