A Warm and Sultry Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon




Here’s this week’s heap of haikus:




tanka haiku:
  Standing on the beach,
  looking at the ocean, I
  ponder Life’s journey.

   What makes me laugh, is to think
   that seagulls do the same thing.


(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo)




His mouth and face got
smudged with so much choc’late cream,
his eyes glazed over.


(Photograph courtesy of Kristina Rebelo.)



Psst – ku:

That delicate sway
from your woman at play … is
in lieu of a lay.





A starry night, wind
rustles the dandelions.  
We cautiously kiss.





Double haiku:

When we interact,
we acknowledge we are gears
in this God machine.

When all the gears mesh,
machines run efficiently.
Very much like Life.




When I feel alone,
I conjour thoughts of you to
keep me company.



Flyers promoting
fliers compare fares fairly
or risk a tsk, tsk.





Taper the paper

because vellum will tell ’em

what you write’s alright.



In bed, in pain, out
of meds and luck. overwhelmed,
under the weather.





Do you whistle low,
or sing along to iPods?
Let your music flow.





What’s most confusing
re: experiencing time?
Watched pots DO boil.





Blazing neon lights
blind us to the clutter of
bad architecture.




Small streams ripple at
the edge of a lonely street.
Intermittent rain.




The more I focus
on subtle details, the more
I’m drawn into Life.




Blue skies reflected
on office windows outside,
are better scene in.



My wish for you is:
Your quest never ends, and your
heart ever widens.





She sneezed her dress off …
which, in the cathedral, caused
quite a kerfuffle!





double haiku:

When I was young, I
looked in strangers’ faces to
find the familiar.

Now that I am old,
I look in strangers’ faces
to find the unique.





Peach oleanders
overwhelm the small vase on
my kitchen table.




tanka haiku:

Sirens start screaming,
in the middle of the night.
causing dogs to bark.

  Then, the neighbor’s lights go on.
  I drove through their shrubs, okay?




An old weathered rope,
hangs ’round a lonely fence-post,
purpose forgotten.






He was so immersed
in his work, that he forgot
about his coffee.






Beautiful and lithe,
hot girls in tight t-shirts jog
past me … pushing prams.






Around 3 o’clock,
cooped up in her office, she
daydreams her escape.




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2 Responses to A Warm and Sultry Friday Afternoon at the Haikulodeon

  1. trkingmomoe says:

    Wonderful as always.

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