Hai Lights

[stilltrucking]

Don Quitoxe rides
He will die in his senses
jimboloco's gift

[sooZen]

Backyard haiku:

white wing doves
in the bare mimosa~
spring springs



inca doves
driven from the nest
white wings rule!



from the skies
a piece of dog food falls-
grackles' peace "offering"

(I was looking for another word here, but it escaped me...the boat-tailed grackles regularly drop bread or dog food from other yards to my dogs...because, I am guessing, they nest in our yard and dogs kill baby birds...it seems the grackles do it on purpose. This is a weak haiku because I am explaining it...)

desert rain
weeds spring
in sidwalk cracks


SooZen

[stilltrucking]

from the skies
a piece of dog food falls-
grackles' peace "offering"

This is a weak haiku because I am explaining it...)

It must have been a chick thing cause it worked for me.




but you know what I know about haiku. I hear spooky theramin music every time I come here. I sit here and type aimlessly because I have not ever got my head out the door and how can I even try to do a ku sitting in a white cell.

Beautiful work SooZen they doctors my eyes.
there is a chance of rain today, the first buds of spring on the trees.

[sooZen]

Thanks Jack...yes, you must go outside occasionally to really touch Mother Nature and catch a ku. Hah!

grey skies-
on the horizon
sun lights


dove flurry
from the pinon-
dog marks the spot


no coffee
coffee maker sojourn-
tea time!


at my feet
the dogs
carpet

sometimes, I try and make my ku's as succinct and precise as I can and still try and portray the essence of the moment.

haiku
frozen
now


this haiku
is not haiku
is not is


Peace and happy haiku,
SooZen

[mtmynd]

tomorrows
today used to be one
i want coffee

[stilltrucking]

coffee futures
metafiscal blues
buddy could ya spare a dime

the sound of rain
lost in traffic noise
silent water

saturday mourning
murder and suicide
wet headlines

[jimboloco]

Don Quitoxe rides
He will die in his senses
jimboloco's gift

you hit a raw nerve
nervous nellie\
whoah!
am I some kind of Messiah complex or some thin?

If so I gat a lot of surreptititious disciples, man.....

[jimboloco]

if ya ain gat a frenduh
yuh still gat th radioweee\
if,n ya ain gat now talennt
ya stilll gat th poetry
pretty oh poetry
th baseline, man
base line
why I can write poetry in Spanish

not like Neruda,
his name stolen from Prague, Czech dialogie,
imagine what is happening right now,

we gat folk from there visiting right now.....


baby talk in foreigh language,
no, in Spanish, creates spontaneous poetry.....
Poetry from
limitated
vocabulary.

Lo que es bueno
pasa con Los Mehicanos.
Alto en la esquina.
¿Dónde está la mota?