Out And AboutFresh air in my lungsBreathes life into my being;Transactions complete.
Buying Self LoveConfidence, not aTrait I have; eleven poundsSpent on self esteem.
Surprise PainsMorning visitor,Sleep interrupted no thanksTo sharp, churning pains.
My EndgameHow his large hand slipsInto mine, such a perfect fit;We are connected.The missing elusive jigsaw pieceNow revealed - my true endgame.
Where Dreams DecayScreams, terrible screams;Such thunder strikes the earth withSavage snaps from whips.I feel a chilling presence,A gnarled hand clutches my heart.
Mischievous Balls Of FluffWide open mouths form;Squeaky meows that tugs yourHeart strings tenderly.They may look like cute imps, butWatch out when they're stuck in spots.
Bringing You DownI weigh others downLike a cold, emotionalAnchor deep within.I'm the shackles confiningYour ankles, dragged with slow steps.
Price Of Being A PirateSoon I shall be aPirate; though the procedureSlackens my poor jaw.
Hypocritical StandardsI deem Valentine'sDay merchandise as crap; yetI bought a pillow.
night sky haikuadorningthe temple's roofcrescent moon
.a leaf falls; it toohas had to sever itselffrom the one it loves
Poem prayers for Japan.The following haiku are by a number of different deviants. They are posted below as a way of sending our prayers and/or thoughts of love and support, as well as showing our solidarity for the people of Japan, in the wake of the 8.9 earthquake and ensuing tsunami and nuclear crisis.Please, please send your haiku to me. Leave them as a comment, note me with them, post them as a deviation and link me. I will add them here. The goal? The creation of a beautiful collaborative work of art that shows our LOVE, SUPPORT and SOLIDARITY. Even if you cannot assist the people of Japan monetarily, DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF WORDS AND POSITIVE ENERGY.BUT REMEMBER WE MUST PAIR OUR PRAYERS AND THOUGHTS WITH ACTION. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO ARE FINANCIALLY ABLE, PLEASE DONATE WHATEVER YOU CAN. EVEN IF YOU ARE BROKE, TRY TO SPARE A DOLLAR OR TWO. EVEN THE LARGEST BUCKET CAN EVENTUALLY BE FILLED BY EVEN THE TINIEST DROPS. IF YOU ABSOLUTELY CANNOT SPARE ANYTHING, ACT BY SPREADING THE WORD: MAKE
Haikuthon July 1-31, 20091 tankathe hope ofsummer rain vanishesleavinga neighbor's dogto water the roses2 haikuheat wave chasingall the birds and bluesfrom the sky3 tankaa cloud of gnatsfollowsa child's sno-conethrough the petting zoo4 haiku/senryuold mission archwayblack birds nappingin ascending order5 tankalunch at the beach,businessmen stripand wade intochildhood6 haikulooking out to seathe sky walks a fine line7 haiku rengaair balleton the breakwater...fishermen and gullsunder the pierbait in a plastic pailholding their breath8 haiku/senryustill seeking shade,mating crabs in the shallows9 haikuthe tang of sea air,rot of a morning's catchin my nostrils10 tankathe old sea dogwith his muttscans the boardwalkfor smokesat crack of dawn11 haiku/senryuminefield-jellyfish in theseaweed washing ashore12 senryubeyond the breakers,shaved headsand a buoy bobbing13 haikuevening starwhite-finned boatssailing into dusk14 senryu
.did you ever stopto think, that maybe the starsare gazing at you
Yellow haikuWind catchesthe yellow sailof the tulip
Will I also returnI was young as spring,and held to autumn's windlike pomegranates in the highest branches, before crows hollowed them autumn flurries returnwith the scent of fallen fruit,dying leavescrushed underfoot, shelter for next spring
midnight bluebeneath the shimmering seais another worldsoaked in midnight blue
haikuwrimo summer 2008*1*小夜風や枯れ葉一切れ道渡りsayokaze ya kareha hitokire michiwatarithe gentle night breeze-a dried leafventures across the road.*2*色褪せた写真を照らす西日かなiro aseta shashin wo terasu nishibi kanaupon a faded photograph,the westerly sun.*3*のどけしや車輪の前で鳩集うnodokeshi ya sharin no mae de hato tudoutranquility-pigeons gatherin front of car wheels.*4*傘の色多くに雨は降り続くkasa no iro ooku ni ame wa furituzukucolorful umbrellas on the walkway,the incessant rain.*5*夕焼の古い廊下や飯香るyuuyake no furui rouka ya meshi kaoruold corridor in evening glow-rice fragrance wafts.*6*
Moon RitualsHear our ghostly criesDuring the traditionalLunar dance tonight.