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
An epic haiku trail.
ReplyDeleteYou were very active. A lot to read, I loved to read these series of haiku.
ReplyDeleteHa...the reason I do them like this is that they just roll and merge into each other like an epic haiku.
ReplyDeleteIt was such fun to do. I wish someone would do a haiku marathon with a big money prize :)
You are so productive...I will comment on the eager...losing out again is such a sad thing. Will she ever learn ?
ReplyDeleteThe "pleasers" in this world seem to get disappointed time and again, don't they?
ReplyDeleteEager Wildflower
the supreme Being
ReplyDeletelooks on and laughs heartily
humans,what a joke!
Made in His image
The Humans had the last laugh
Was He really She?
Love leaves alone
ReplyDeleteThe primrose and butterfly
Even though Spring fades
"When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide"
ReplyDeleteDay 2: I guess one body is as good as another? :)
ReplyDeleteDeserted Branches
cont.
ReplyDeleteNo,sweet talking guy
It was not a she or he
But It does love poems:)
the little sister
ReplyDeletewants butterfly's attention
just for a few weeks
MMT
ReplyDeleteI guess one is
if you're a bloke:)
I focused on first three.. and enjoyed them all..simple yet profound..haiku, these!! Tahnks.. RS:)
ReplyDeleteWell, so long as my vegatables do not suffer and the hawks fly gently together.
ReplyDeleteXena resistable
ReplyDeleteready to fight
Praxilla invincible
whispers at night
definitely some nice ones...like the one about the rug and warm hand sparks...ha...and experience giving clarity is crap
ReplyDeleteI like the fur rug one too..You are just an ole romantic Brian:)
ReplyDeleteWell done. This brings to mind, where, in Lewis Carroll's classic work, the White Queen asserts that in her youth she could believe "six impossible things before breakfast" and advises Alice to practice the same skill. Thirty haiku before breakfast may not approach impossible, but I daresay it is quite a feat!
ReplyDeleteI am related to that White Queen.. I have been practising that skill for my entire life. Congrats on that super love poem of yours,(Bright green with envy:)
ReplyDeleteQuite a collection of productivity ... nicely done!!
ReplyDeleteThis is my Day 3 ~~ Harbor.
quite the story told there. I like the interesting way you present it.
ReplyDeleteI loved everyone of these. What a treat to read them.
ReplyDeleteDay 4: I sometimes wonder if seeds of doubt can grow positive fruit. After all, look at Thomas. We call him Doubting Thomas, but in the biblical story, he doesn’t turn away from Christ, nor does he actually touch Jesus’s wounds. There’s something more going on here than mere negativity. I’m not sure how to put it into words, but I feel it!
ReplyDeleteCactus Did Not Doubt
I am a Doubting Thomas fan. He is questioning of everything...not a 'yes' man!Out of all of them he is the only one I would have liked:)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Day 5..
ReplyDeleteOn the 8th day, Thomas the skeptic sang "I'm a Believer"; then on the 50th day, when Law and Spirit merged, he shared a duet.
ReplyDeleteDay 6: When you find that peace from erratic thoughts, please tell me how to find it too!
ReplyDeleteTell Me, Sister Crow
I promise I will but as I don't know your telephone number, I'll pound it out on the tom tom drums so you can hear it carried on the wind across the Pacific ocean!
ReplyDeleteSo nice..all haiku, in one post...:) I Loved that one for hope.
ReplyDeleteNothing wrong to be divine occassionally.. My comment on Day 07 Haiku..
ReplyDeleteDay 7: Alexander Pope is the one who said, "To err is human; to forgive, divine." I think he said it not to excuse himself, but to challenge himself to be more godlike. I think.
ReplyDeleteWill She Forgive Us?
Yes you're right MMT. .I have spoofed his intention.
ReplyDeletei like Day 14 the best
ReplyDeletebirth death its all the same
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I like bandaid with kisses for Day 8 Play ... This is my Day 8 ~~ Waiting Their Turn.
ReplyDeleteDay 8: Sounds like your dogs are the rough-and-tumble type!
ReplyDeleteThe Christ Child at Play
MMT... LOL
ReplyDeleteDay 9: Where can I find that masseuse?
ReplyDelete“Six Takes on ‘Seashore’”
Day 11: Is the moral of the story, "Don't fall in love"?
ReplyDelete“Maybe Raven Knows”
MMT: No. For some of us 'Dont Fall in Love" is like advising the sun not to rise over the horizon every day.It's all that dancing around the rim of the moon that leads to topples. Fortunately and unfortunately that's part of it:)
ReplyDeleteDay 12: If you're happy, do you need to be coherent? :)
ReplyDelete“Six Takes on ‘Coherent’”
No,not if you are three sheets to the wind:)
ReplyDeleteincoherently happy...I like that!!!
ReplyDeleteWow, all 30 done. I read Day 13, and liked it a lot. I'll come back for the others.
ReplyDeleteDay 13: Are you talking about sparks from static electricity here? :)
ReplyDelete“The Warmth of Your Breath”
Oh dear,it is not my place to explain these things to you MMT!
ReplyDeletei like day 23 best
ReplyDeletealive on subway senryu
Yeah, I know, haiku are beyond explanations...
ReplyDeleteDay 15: As long as the shark doesn't spot her, all will be well...I think...
ReplyDelete“More Dead Than Alive”
Day 16: I find your take on "being" amusing. I'm sure we get laughed at more than we realise!
ReplyDelete“Being the Youngest”
“Being in Need”
On your DAY 30 haiku:
ReplyDeleteHaving to change a truck tire can certainly dampen our zest for living!
I enjoy all your haiku.
Day 16: Humanity is a bit of a comedy show...
ReplyDeleteDay 17: Keep wondering. Someday your wonderment will resolve itself. Really!
ReplyDelete“The Way Goes On”
“A Dozen Wonders”
Being colour blind is not something anyone can do about.. but to be colourfully blind to the reality .. I don't know what to say..
ReplyDeleteDay 18: Poor silly buggers indeed! I prefer shades of grey myself!
ReplyDelete“Hungry Sunrise Fire & White Bird”
Show me , too!!! for Day 19..
ReplyDeleteWell I never! All this haicooing is making you very cheeky Ramesh:)
ReplyDeleteDay 19: A little show-and-tell, eh? :)
ReplyDeleteAbout honeybees: “First Light”
Both are a bit opposite and so meaningful and true. unusual combination.
ReplyDeleteLoved your take on Honeybees :-)
ReplyDeleteThis post is an early bird offering, from start to finish! Nothing like getting ahead of yourself, eh? LOL
ReplyDeleteQuel surprise Jinxette and still in good form I see.Yes I have always had a problem with rules and the pecking order side of things:) How are the reptile drawings going?
ReplyDeleteComputer graphics have stolen my heart, Rall. Pen and pencil take a back seat behind IT wizardry. ♥
ReplyDeleteBeautiful experience of life, like minded souls meeting.
ReplyDeleteDay 21: That's the best kind of serendipity.
ReplyDeleteDay 21: I agree with Patti, but I must add that this kind of serendipity is rare--at least in my experience.
ReplyDeleteYes it is rare...I thought I had grabbed the little elusive thing by its tail,but it slipped away from me.
ReplyDeleteDay 22: I'll take my stillness anytime I can get it, day or night. It's the best time to write!
ReplyDelete“Shadowed Is My Way…and Still”
Day 23: I really like the notion of being mesmerized by the poetry in your head. That's a powerful idea. And it's intriguing to think of what Shakespeare might write were he here today.
ReplyDeleteDay 24: "shooting through the stars" - that would be bliss.
Day 23; The plays are already written; four centuries later they still mesmerise!
ReplyDeleteMesmerize
Day 24: After having been shot through the stars, how can you come back to Earth?
ReplyDeleteIs This Bliss?
It's never easy..and it's usually landing with a thud:)
ReplyDeleteDay 29 - Northern Hemisphere
ReplyDeletespring has arrived
the sun raises his eyes
Easter Sunday at last
Day 26: How can any melody possibly be sad on an Irish harp?
ReplyDeleteCloud Singer, Come
Day 25: Aha, so you DO care what your fate will hold! (It's hard not to, I know.)
ReplyDeleteOn a Wooden Loom
'I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen' played on an Irish Harp is a gift.
ReplyDeleteI'll take you home again, Kathleen
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
To that dear home beyond the sea
Where laughs the little silver stream
And brightest rays of sunshine gleam
I'll take you home again, Kathleen
Thank you Doddles...I miss my old dodo duck:)
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