(2015)
A maximum word Haiku in English.
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In Irish tales Of ships and sails And foggy glens With spirits bright There comes a tale
Just had to be in front of me, Didn’t you? All the lanes were yours, Right back there. Sixty-something in a fourty,
“Over the river and through the wo… To Grandmother’s house we go. ...… But it’s not the wolf I worry abo… It’s those Blank-ah-de-Blank Bug… Those with wings and those with le…
Gone are the women with buttons an… Bright feathered hats and covered-… Long dresses, with flair, that spr… All tucked in that basket where Y… Gone are the Top-Hats, Gold-watc…
Down the chimney came the Jolly f… It was obvious that the geezer had… With sack on his back, he slid dow… And landed on the stove, in the mi… My wife was glazing the Porker’s…
In the morning mist the sky was ki… With tiny sparks from a wooded rod The power was shy, those sparks to… Not like the power from the hand o… Those magic places in those mystic…
Scrub-Jays like peanuts. Unsalted and in the shell is of my choosing. A perplexing fact: With many places to nap
Rising above the hillsides Was the moon that is know as Blue And the Raven’s shadow spread Across gravestones, two by two. The graveyard trees had nary a lea…
The night bore frost and the moon… To stalking clouds in the mystic s… At the witching hour came a terrib… It was the sound of a battle cry. An aging knight on his trusty stee…
Words for the living Were solemnly said, As each coffin passed Housing it’s dead, “It is hard to be born
Just above graves there are distre… Caused by forces that have no cont… And they set about motions, like w… That linger in the air and snatch-… You can’t see or hear as the force…
There’s a wee little Bumper, A sidewalk toe-stumper, And he’s sitting like “Thumper” On the edge of a step. He knows where he’s head’n,
There once was a Wizard of old (At least, that’s what I’ve been… That could change a something to a… A wolf to a goat or a lake to a mo… From bad --- to very good weather.
The sunset glows And I wiggle my toes In the clover of this meadow, This spring has dawned On this fragrant lawn
Skylight Pink, a Hoot owl’s winks In the mist and the morning shadow… Love and life like a sculptures kn… Has carved a world of sorrows. Grieving Blue, if all you knew