Sunday, February 17, 2008

Man-Shaped-Wind : Enter the Abecedarian

something spooked the cats
Haikudo forgets purring
Meta leaps from bed

Her collar tinkles
aweigh down moonlit staircase
quiet dreams return

Childhood home kitchen
everything in proper place
daily chores finished
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Afternoon cartoons
Back following messages
Cereal box dance

Delicious breakfast
Energy for playground games
Faster than the rest

Grownups in the house
Haunt responsibilities
I watch dream T V

Jet powered action
Kids save their town from monsters
Lunatics and thugs

Mountains streak below
New character friend or foe
Only time will tell

Preview of next show
Queen of dream sends champion
Racing with Jet Kids

Saving the future
Tune in tom arrow and see
Ultimate showdown

Victory assured
Waving heroes, credits roll
X factor revealed
Youthful television dream
Zooms away, I'm still asleep

Almost awake view
Banished from reality
Creature made of mind

Dream-scape citizen
Everado Man-Shaped-Wind
Face another day

Grasp February
Handle your business in the
Indigo yonder





Monday, February 4, 2008

18 for the Full Moon (a gunsaku)


Time and space arrive
Then are gone like a mirage
I and I survive


Embrace paradox
Don't try to understand it
Long live enigma

Visual phrases
Cast object in subtle glow
Looking good in print


Make love to your muse
All poets must find release
Writer's block be damned


They don't look like us
Their language is just plain weird
But they still have rights


This is the classic
Haiku form five seven five
Syllables three lines


Who was on the phone
No one just a wrong number
Oh your girlfriend huh


Shiver to the bone
Cold and wet starting my day
Somehow poetic

Only three lines deep
seventeen syllables long
Wide as the mind's eye


Violets are purple
Some roses are pale yellow
Orchids span rainbow


Dancing on the edge
Beyond the traps of comfort
We find strange angels


The wall between worlds
Is a world unto itself
With native life forms

High white whispy clouds
Draw circles around full moon
In rainbow colors


Zen is for people
Seeing world as mind echos
Silence ones own voice


I'll gladly repay
Tomorrow if you buy me
Hamburgers today

Such a pleasant war
Spinach salad for the soul
You'll be glad you did


The Terran Tango
Global destruction with a
Mercenary zeal


Behind me satan
Demons do-si-do angels
God up in my face

All This Beauty


Welcome to the edge
A new unknown approaches
Remember to love

Lingering vision
Ignite groups of winning smiles
Promise to return

Common brown beetle
Orbits saucer on back porch
Not cracked like its cup

Enjoy this for now
No spring shower lasts all year
Drift with early snow

Steady Winds of Change (a gunsaku)


Steady winds of time
Blow silver onto our hair
Wrinkles in our skin

Don't have to like it
Just be there as it happens
Grins come on strange winds

Feeling much younger
Than my grandkids say I look
Laugh erases years

I'll live long enough
To play work and play some more
I have already

Ugly innocence
Not trying to hurt feelings
Too young to stay mad

It's a lot of work
To be five years or fifty
I've had more practice

Child's curly wild mop
In the way combed every day
Wishing he was bald

Looking back on it
I've had a pretty good life
Even the dim parts

I tell clean jokes and
To keep the tot entertained
Play with wooden trains

Chakras (a gunsaku)

Leaping and hopping
Overcoming gravity
Guided by spirit

Diving upward free
Ultimate reality
Embraced by your heart

Erotic channel
Rising up the spinal chord
Behind the navel

Roller coaster feel
Hold on tight darling we go
Shine solar plexus

Openheartedness
Lush forest of new friendships
Make yourself at home

Cerulean sky
Captured in so many words
No one needs to speak

Lapis indigo
Gaze deep into our present
Knowingness abounds

Violet crown sparkles
Many lifetimes from afar
We have earned this one

A simple light beam
Caught in a prism scatters
Across the spectrum

Your colors and mine
Double stereo vision
Enlighten our world

Combined we conquer
Sad darkness of division
Light healing nature

Sunday, February 3, 2008

the Haiku Reflex (a rensaku)

Haiku like sneezing
An itch that MUST be scratched or...
...that way lies madness

Sneezing like haiku
Politely done in private
...Pardon me (Ah!-Choo!!!)

Both done the same way
By anyone who does it
For the same reasons

Sneeze reflex haiku
A tickle deep in the mind
Produce sudden verse

New (Ah-Choo!) Challenge
Ward for impolite poets
Come get the sniffles