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