Haiku in Excess

a free lunch you say
no such thing everyone knows
you pay and you pay


war of the sexes
marriage is a battlefield
the winner takes all


themes waltz in my head
madrigals quartets and fugues
no need for ipod

my mother has left
her footprint,her deep sadness
her acerbic wit


they play in the lane
with paper boats and rubbish
perfectly happy

sleep deep in velvet
delicious afternoon nap
lace curtains slight breeze

love in the tropics
God why did i come back here
yes well i know why

it's a paradox
that she has a good man but
wants a bad bounder

i don't know this bird
a hummingbird is foreign
to me and my galahs

the butt of all jokes
my brilliant eccentric friend
is a great success

his friends take the train
every morning and don't laugh
so much anymore

all my deeds for God
the heading on every page
a catholic girls school

vivaldi is divine
gloria gloria in
excelsis deo


those lights were so lovely
i would stare at them for hours
when all were asleep

magic of childhood
i knew i would get there and
i did i sure did

i come from the sea
my people are islanders
we're all good swimmers

i would rather starve
than have a job with a boss
not a team player

meadow is a word
too posh and snooty for us
i love it-meadow

grass is much greener
in the paddock down yonder
so is the farmer

complex universe
the creator is a tease
making these puzzles


he was raised to lie
truth was a revelation
both parents lawyers


i tap my baton
the symphony orchestra
is under my spell

the smell of rain
plops on the hot bitumen
sizzle steam and splash

he was so divine
i fell for him oh so hard
right flat on my face

he kept on walking
forgot to step over me
a door mat special


i love pepper trees
pinked pungent pods firm and smooth
home to mosquitoes

gloss'd sour green ringlets
shiny hair of Shakespeare's plays
midsummer night's dream


insensitive folk
have cement rendered psyches
indestructible

my mind is agile
mental leap frogging about
rebel with a cause

i lie on a bench
staring at the milky way
touching it with hands

i am leaving you
land of the big skies for
i've found another

i've said this before
cried wolf far too many times
you don't believe me


we don't have autumn
just varied degrees of heat
hot and not so hot

i remember leaves
crunchy russet and gold brown
a long time ago

it is full moon time
more ceremonies, dogs howl
alas i do too


a poet's burden
always alone in the crowd
watching and listening

september the 3rd
i forget most years but this
year i remember

it has been so long
since you were here with us all
happy birthday love


sunday coloured pink
a glorious day driving
in the lush tropics

God has used this place
as a living art canvas
splotched with gorgeousness

red purple and pink
galungan festivites
rich in tradition.

stendahl

uffizi florence
a drawbridge to genius
head reeling sigh faint

stockholm

drawbridge to freedom
pretend you're so much in love
with your kidnapper

gourmand

it's second nature
passion for fine food drawbridge
to empty wallet

sexsomnia

i did it asleep
i was dead as a dodo
yeah sure says the judge

LEAP IN LOGIC

A Suitable Case for Treatment

she said he was mad for her
i said has he asked you out
she said he was too shy
why don't you ask him
i have he just laughed
he is not free anyway
do you have an expectation
that he will love you from afar
yes she said
isn't he having an affair
with the PR girl
yes but he really loves me
how do you know
the way he looks at me

Aliens

little aliens
nattering away like birds
no lie in today

in alien land
i am an alien less
so than in my own

i am a christian
amongst moslems and hindus
a cultural feat

i'm more comfortable
in this environment than
in my own culture

Que reste-t-il de nos amours

It's Raining Men

the drought has broken
it's raining men hallelujah
spring is on its way

eye candy for gals
who like to admire muscles
biceps brawn and brain

amuse and excite
imagination even
if it's not sincere

quite a nice feeling
when somebody loves you if
only for a while

Haiku Heights

what is going on
behind the green door i say
oh shenanigans

absinthe is pale green
tastes like lethal creme de menthe
flame thrower in mouth

green is for irish
kiss the blarney stone get drunk
on st.patrick's day

sour green ringlets
a great line from Will Shakespeare
whom i love dearly

she,green with envy
set about destroying me
by emulation

sadly green is me
always trusting believing
loving wrong people

Om Swastiastu...Ayu Arya Nusandari 7 years old Balinese Musician

Pussy Power

3WW...beat pressure substance

puss
being a clever creetcha
of substance
and creativity
overwhelmed by
peer pressure
to conform
worked out
a way
to beat the system
and survive

Sunday for Dverse

Sunday

sunday
has always had that sad thread
running through its veins

sunday is dying for you
a giant sob
an ache to the marrow

the day that
i will never be with you

Haiku Heights

everyone would like
a soul mate in this short life
the search is too hard

my soul mate can now
drop into my lap i'm not
looking anymore



food for the soul
is music art and nature
the Divine's shadow



he was an odd soul
simultaneously cruel
kind and loving



the hands joined in prayer
pious at the church altar
black souls doomed to hell

For the Weekend

Melbourne

that feeling of
dark yellow ochre
sliced with freezing
shards of wind from
the south pole

sleet
dark skies
lonely rain
gloom with
pointillist
light tips
from cars

last man walking
aftermath
of a nuclear
apocalypse


the next stop
hades
at the bottom
of the world

The Lord Moves In Mysterious Ways

her entire life
had crumbled

an uneasy feeling
gripped her as she
mesmerically drawn to
the train tracks
set her plan in motion

not taking into account
the Lord moves in
mysterious ways

Sunday Scribblings

the owl
knew that pussy cat
was intending to sing
as soon as he espied
the small guitar

he started to have regrets
about spending all that money
on a runcible spoon,minces quinces
and painting the boat pea green

it was too late now
thousands of kids
knew this poem by heart

he would just have to suffer
pussy's piercing pizzicatos
for the moment until they reached
the land where the bong trees grow
planning to keep pussy permanently
bonged out
to stop this infernal racket

he blocked his ears
and wondered why owls were
considered to be wise

Childhood Memory...Dverse

my world changed at four
seeing this for the first time
i had discovered love

a gift a flurry of
emotions that fairy tales
had not stirred

they looked askance
at this little alien
in their midst

i remember someone saying
'i think she has been here before'

followed by frown and hushes
from my poor mother who had hoped
i had not heard

Haiku Heights

try to remember
every star is doomed to die
the sun included

one day earth will go
it will no longer exist
a sobering thought

even in our lives
sunshine will only be brief
before gloom sets in

grab and hug that star
before it turns to rock dust
in your fragile hand

before earth grows dark
and the sunshine has left you
to bleak star shadows

For The Weekend

Pantoum

Wet Monday at Rose Bay

the sky in deep grey shade
with milky custard cloud
cast heavy over the bay
halyards tinkling fluted sound

with milky custard cloud
the wind began to sing
halyard clanging bell'd sound
boats rocking bob and fling

the wind began to wail
rain falls on shell scrunched sand
boats rocking heave and fling
striped brollies inside out

rain pelts on shell scrunched sand
stinging skin and salted lips
ripped brollies inside out
tears washed in white foam waves

stinging skin and salted lips
downpour heavy over the bay
tears washed in white foam waves
the sky in deep shade grey