Haiku Heights P A D

Thirty Haiku Before Breakfast


Day 30
a zest for living
'who has that'?she asked herself
changing the truck tyre


Day 29
autumn has arrived
the sun has lowered her eyes
Good Friday has passed

Day 28
They say clarity
comes armed with experience
sorry,that's just crap


Day 27
i always succumb
to delicious temptation
it feels so so good

Day 26
sing me a love song
play me a sad melody
on your irish harp

Day 25
Kismet means one's fate
i don't care what mine will hold
but it must bring you

Day 24
your smile is sheer bliss
to send me shooting through stars
i wish you were mine


Day 23
mesmerised by verse
she rarely spoke much these days
her thoughts, deafening

mesmerised by Will's
literary genius
i do humbly bow

Happy Birthday dear
Shakespeare I wish you were here
to write some good plays

Day 22
the still of the night
excites and inspires me to
write lots of poetry


Day21
serendipitous
it was and is,a meeting
of like minds and souls


Day 20

some relationships
could do with renovating
time for a clean out


house renovation
puts stress on relationships
don't do it ever

Day 19
tell me a story
of birds and the honeybees
show me how you kiss


Day 18
life is black and white
to those who are colour blind
poor silly buggers

Day 17
I wonder,wonder
if you ever think of me
probably never

Day 16
the supreme Being
looks on and laughs heartily
humans,what a joke!


Day 15
Good to be alive
she thought until she spotted
the shark swimming by


Day 14
you have an aura
about you that's driving me
crazy with desire



Day 13
a fur rug is warm
but the warmth from your soft hands
sparks, sets me alight


Day 12
drinking mojitos
i'm not very coherent
but so so happy


Day 11
when you are in love
everything seems possible
in fact it is not


Day 10
summer the season
of g and ts stripping off
and swimming breast stroke

Day 9
she sells sea shells on
the seashore but she never
earns a lot of cash

now she sells massage
and earns lots and lots of cash
not on the seashore


Day 8
you all must behave
i'm not playing anymore
you boys are too rough

except for doddles
his bite is a surface scratch
bandaid with kisses



Day 7
to err is human
to forgive is divine,i
am not the Lord God

Day 6
i hope for some peace
inner peace that stems the flow
of erratic thoughts

Day 5
she could feel him near
waves of love washed over her
careful,he's taken

Day 4
doubting Thomas said
'if you don't mind show me proof'
'get real'said the Lord

Day 3

rowing a dinghy
twilight on Sydney harbour
lovely, so lovely


Day 2
deserted by him
she quickly found another
interchangeable

Day 1

too eager to please
desperate for approval
she lost out again

For The Weekend

Music

a golden connection cord
looped in angel wings
to the Divine

an effervescence of love
exploding into smithereens
of sparkles in a galaxy of wonder

God's greatest gift

Hommage to Proust

3WW... jostle fragrant remnant

tinged with ultramarine and pink
finely stippled in azure and mauve
remnants of a garden bed
jostled amongst the moss green
of lettuce leaves and truffles
on a golden sevres dinner plate
these hinted rainbows
these evening blue shades
that precious quality
that I would recognise again
after dinner when i had retired
tinkling and transforming
my chamber pot into a vase
of fragrant aromatic perfume

Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Photo: James Rainsford

her adoring daughter
her little shadow
used to gaze at her
in wonder

such beauty
reflected in the mirror
the scent of cosmetics
the sparkle of earrings
stamped on a memory
the lovely hands carefully
pinning a fresh posy to a jacket
intent and oblivious to everyone

'your mother is a beauty'
they all said

she could not wait
to grow up
to look like her
to be like her
until she did

And the mirror cracked

For The Weekend

Gwen Stefani

Gunnedah Chick

A Gunnedah gal called Miranda
now Mrs. Bloom of film star Orlanda
is famous and rich being hitched to a dish
but prefers stringing beans on the verandah

They don't like her gear in New York
Say she's uncool and looks like a dork
But here in the outback we think she's a stunner
We're proud of our gal fresh faced as the summer
She's a lingerie model firm peachy and taut
a testament to our fresh produce and local reared pork

Spring

3WW ...amateur,nuture,diligent

Glory be!

a choir of pink ties
chirping madrigals

nothing amateur
about this group
of hot nightingales

with their dilgent
dynamics and phrasing
nuturing every nuance
popping blossoms of spring

The Liverpool Plains

How can they do this?
Destroy such magnificence
Because of mining

He Loves Me...He Loves Me Not

3WW..negate, baffle, elegant

black and white butterfly
dancing delicately
wings fluttering elegantly
touching the marigolds

i am baffled
by its unawareness
of my proximity
or am i so negated
by melancholy
that i don't exist
anymore

i watch in peace
in the soft afternoon
butterfly drunk on nectar
giving a magical performance

if he really loves me
butterfly will keep on dancing
this will be the sign

Music At Lunchtime

a bit nostalgic
at lunchtime
on a Monday

in a paddock
listening
to strains
of the past

burst sunshine
not too hot
cool breeze
buzz of bees
in the daisies

big skies
cotton wool clouds
at a touch
to the horizon
acres and acres
of space

I could strip off
and dance a flamenco
here without prying eyes
and would
except for the ticks

the cows love this
eyes softening
to the groove
of the Isley Bros

not so keen on
flamenco
probably racist:)

Haiku Scribble On A Sunday

oh,reality
suspended or otherwise
how unappealing

Triolet

cracked lips, dry mouth must have water
tis salted water everywhere
thirsty parched, torn driftwood caught her
cracked lips dry mouth must have water


drowning in a foreign quarter
she spots a life boat over there
cracked lips, dry mouth must have water
tis salted water everywhere

For The Weekend

Senryu

i wish I were there
i want so to be with you
this is terrible

i have tried so hard
to prise that monkey from me
it clings like grim death

lazarus woken
wont lay down and die again
what a way to go

La Nina

3WW...deviant trivial miniscule

selfish siren
howling,crying
saturating the state

no one cares about
your suffering
wet love stricken grief
a deluge of tears
flooding the eastern continent

in the grand design
your heart ache
is a mere miniscule drop
in the ocean
you must learn to
lock away feelings
dry your eyes
expect no support

put on your dead
dusty scorching deviant
face again, breathe out dragon flames
until they beg for mercy
until they plead again for your tears

The Search

i refuse
to search
for anything
anymore

bargains
birth certificate
love
missing socks
spectacles

lame ducks
lost souls
love
your wallet
my keys

read my lips
'alice doesn't
live here anymore'

The Name is Bond

Francisco Scaramanga
firing bullets into the ether
stirring the poet
keeping his goldfingers
in the pie
Diamonds are forever
So are insults

Silvio SBS and the Riviers

Silvio
the Rosanno Brazzi
of the APIA Club

Smooth
in a Concord
kinda way

For The Weekend