Haiku submits selfWriting and reading in loopProgram never halts–testdudeWhite sage, grass, hills.The Rio Peñasco isa valley of ghosts.–IVAN PFEIFERThe sun is a jealous lover. Ask the shadowcast far from her arms.Winter shivers intoa morning’s stifled yawn. Breathappears and then is goneI Ching cherries fall.Find order in the leaves.Winter is almost here. The thorn in your eyeexists to remind you ofthe way hearts flower.Chaos painted uponthe ground. Autumn leavesbreak in fractal waves.Flowers bloom, then diein sudden downpours. Birthis followed by endings.–Zachary Kluckmanthe nape of my neckattention AY ES AY PElick bite suck me plee–alegraCherry blossoms likeTears on mass graves of the foundWatch the sea, and pray–Julie HanselI eat pancakes forbreakfast every fuckin’morning. Power fuel.–Clyde DrexlerI took out all myteeth, except 8 of ’em, justto look like a kid.–Hakeem OlajuwonWater dripsSplish-splashSparkly snow melts–Zia GardnerThese hot tears burn whenI foresee the endless plainof life without you.–Laura WeisbergSky-buried horse fliesDark-winged across sky pleatedWith bone-white cloud ribs.–Laura WeisbergIs this class done yet?Oh my God, it is so long.Like Charlie Brown wah wah wah.–Arvin BhullarGertrude GirlsGracing the freeway, Smiling yet saddened By their boss loss–Jeannette AldereteIce cream or brownieSpeck of dust in universeWhy not both today–Clara RempeThe fourth of Julyhonors the good traditionof blowing shit up.–Jordan GanzCrescent harvest moonSailors death ring – low in skySmiling Cheshire cat.–D Robb Damn it all to hellThat’s my alibi and IAm sticking to it.–Dennis L. GrayEver go Bowl drunkThrow your balls in the gutterBar has karaoke.–Dennis L. GrayGlass beyond limits.A thousand splintering chards.Squash roasting gone bad.–NicholasAutumn days transformNot only leaves, but my soulI am free to fly–Leesa McVaydripping with laughteri want to be as dry ashis sense of humor–Kevyn Tompkins de GarciaCloudy moments biteAt my spirit tearing atThe will in my shell–Franklin JonesUnable to sleepI watch the full summer moon;crickets sing sad songs.–Chris GuiderWho could forget theHouse with the Quagmire? HouseMy mother showed me.–Laura WeisbergSoft lonely woodlandCrisp snow fallen –but- the soundDeafens all but me–Graham GentzHot summer night – thornApple blossoms openingOnly to the moon.–Richard M. FyeSpring RunoffCold, unrelentingtorrent turns grit into mud-stones knock together.–Denise ClaeysCowgirl Apocalypse Haiku #83Hummingbird weaves through lemons and bees, stitching freshblooms into nectar.–Denise ClaeysBeautiful ladyOnce loving and kind now coldWife watching judging–Not a fairy tale,the truth. With you I amfinally real.–Vanessa AbbottIf only life wasa game of musical chairsup,loud,and dancing.–franchesca montoyaOblique metaphors areBasho’s mind games that teaseNotions of reality.–Alaine DalyHey stay connectedRead your Alibi todayAnd plan tomorrow–tara thomasBenign horseshoe crabprimitive dweller of depthswe hail the humble!–Chris Chapinfall leaf witheringdetachment, path to the grounderratic freefall–Chris ChapinLuminariasOn a curvy wall glowingTelling the season–Mark NolanOur privacy wallthe space filled with native treesnow a bird refuge–Mark NolanYour forbidden words –silent leaves falling still Iexplore and adore–Allan SauterCity life vividCries out for help with sadnessIt stays forever–Kaylene ConchoThe Butterfly restsit has finished the circleThe end of its life.–Lacie McCrorywhy hurt the ones you love, when you can hurt ones youhate, love ones you have–Cassandra Enciniasfast car s.t.i.sixth gear to reach 150spool the turbo up–Antonio Cabreralooking for beautysees it hanging over himthe forbidden fruit–Jacob SanchezToday’s a good daywe all just sit around and playthen talk and walk away–Jasmine SalazarI love johnny deppjohnny depp is awesomejohnny depp is great–Monique Cadenathird base player i hit a home run one time my girlfriend liked it–David Montesapples on the groundsoft thumps forecast the seasondeer feast quietly–Sherry Brockettbirdsong fills morninguntil foreboding silencehawk circles above–Sherry Brockettall day birds visitbirdbath for quick splash & drinkcat crouches close by–Sherry BrockettMy heart bleedslike a petal being pulledfrom a lonely flower.–Aaron Lolliscupcakes cupcakes mmmeat’um up like lolly popsthey are like the moon–terri simmonsJudyIt’s one thing to be;an asshole, A whole otherNot to know, Asshole–Ms. RIn conversationYou touched my hand lightly—Cherry blossom rain–David Naquinpink cherry blossomsthe bees collect their nectar—sweet cakes for my love–David NaquinOn EnlightenmentHe fishes deep pools,With careful steps on slick rocks —A splash! And he’s gone.–David Naquinone can see their breath rolling silently like foginto the morning–todd eddywith one swift motionthe sharpened axe splits the airand then splits the wood–todd eddyagainst a blue sky long tail trailing in the breezeflies a child’s red kite–todd eddysmoke rises slowlywe seek purificationwith cedar and sage–todd eddyone cold, grey morninga blizzard of emotionslove lost in winter–todd eddybiting winter windflannel shirt keeps nothin’ outgot no one to call–todd eddyFall:The leaves fall around us,this is their way declaring love.This is the trees way.–Jessikarain, falling light onthe roof, heavy in my heartthink i’ll stay inside.–albuquerque turkeyGod watches overdrunks and fools; it’s good to be a double winner.–albuquerque turkeyAs the wind breezesAcross the world. I see thesummer flowers depart–Lancinito ClitsoLife unspools quicklyA bobbin pawed by the catNow it is winter–Bill DivenFrom frost-withered vine-Blue…Exquisite…Defiant…last morning glory–Larry ElmoreMy past, as dry asplanets without warmth of sun,or me, without you–Richard Wolfson HaikuSnow day. Fresh coffee.Olfactory poetry.Under covers, dog.–Rogi RiverstoneSliding through shadowsWilting in the light of dayI beg you please don’t go–Riley SoperSliding through shadowsWilting in the light of dayI beg you, don’t go.–Riley SoperThe joy of the darkIntoxicating,joyousEmbrace the twisted darkness–Riley SoperThe moon sneezes,thevillagers flee in terror,typhoon is singing.–Richard WolfsonMy ship is sinking,I feel myself falling downWords like glub gurg blurg–Kolya VenturiEmma Bovary, c’est moi!madame bovarychecked my expiration dateand smiled knowingly–emily parkera looking glass selfdenied me my repentancebut spared me my soul–emily parkerwoman is a shipeither built in a bottleor put out to sea–emily parkerlay me out gentlyi want them to see my lifenot my cause of death–emily parkerNever wrote haikuBut I assume it’s like anObituary–Dusty McGowanI cried a riverThen drowned in my tearsNow I am a fish–Esperanza GonzalesWildflower fieldshung colorful heads downwardunder raindrops’ weightStartingly vibrantyet varied hues of green swaytwinkling with the windRocky trails take ushiking together untilthe moon guides our way.Eagles wait lakesidethen dip, talons first, grabbingunsuspecting fishWhite pillow clouds hangbetween alpine mountain peaksunder clear blue skyReserviour waterripples at rocky edgesthick with algae bloom–Jessica MillsI swam in my tears dived in the dirty rivers we drink from his cup Like a willow tree crying our love and emotion eyes wet in twister–Rosie SamudioWaxing moon rises,crescent shaped like a sickle,over the mountains.–Ben JohnConsciousness transmutesCocooning caterpillarsinto butterflies–Chris PatchettBeware the hiddenHand of Benevolence, whichTies a crooked noose.–Kevin WetSpotBare trees’ mouths scatter the ground:Leafy camouflage fallen,dead, abandoned nests.–Ronald ReedNearly everythingIs more interesting when viewedRetrospectively.–Kevin WetSpotPast autumn gloryBefore winter’s chilly windA fallow beauty–Peter B. IvesThe badlands are goodTheir uninviting landscapeSaving the terrain–Peter B. IvesI hate when peopleSay "No Biggie" because itReminds me he’s gone.–Kevin WetSpotPainfully cold windMy knuckles blister in itPlease let me back in–William BoltBe at peace, sit stillSeven holy directionsStill, flying through spaceWe were little kidsfull of hope and innocenceWhat happened to us?–Matthew ThompsonBetween life and deaththe only guarantee isLife begins and ends–Jamal Molina
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