American Sentence #3

Leaving Eden we tell each other simple lies like micro fiction.

Haiku Sonnet: Ozark County

hands held on weathered
glades set with yellow primrose
side step cactus that

stair steps down through oak
scattered woods hidden from noon
day tourists lost and

dodging dirt road ruts
this path leads to our hidden
waterfall off that

ridge spilling into
a shaded pool reflecting
soft blooms of dogwoods

in filtered light we
scratch our names on mossy rocks

A Haiku Love Sonnet–

  –Waiting for the End of Yesterday

sometimes we travel
deep into this naked night
and see yesterday

eager to reconstruct
bits of a fragmented dream
with lost dialogue

wait for fading light
to kiss the soft of angel
wings warmed by the day

not an easy job
turning the orange sky dark
not an easy job

rearranging the planets
hanging a blue moon

2 Haikus—Blue Note Haiku and Opium Warriors

Blue Note Haiku

straight scotch on the rocks
she loves me, she loves me not
tears a wet napkin

Opium Warriors

crazy Chinese ride
the F- Line practice kung fu
on the empty seats

Together

 

the bamboo flute like a
tai chi breeze drifts through spring grass
softly we make love

Recycled Haiku

I teach a semester poetry class to high school students in my spare time. Actually, I let them discover poetry. We get out of the classroom, out of our box and look at things in a different way. One thing I try stress is poetry is everywhere–from the church service to the alley where homeless huddle around a burning barrel. Heck, you can even find poetry in poetry ( or prose)–

I took this title (waiting to come out of the haiku closet) ——feng shui is when she walks out talking the dog
and the last pack of cigarettes

from a poem recently and transformed it into a haiku: (somewhat of a recycled poem–a green haiku for the crafty green poet in us all–

feng shui is when she
slams the door taking the last
pack of cigarettes.

More often than not the class turns into a therapy session, but the kids make a connection with a bit of life and each other. The majority of these kids need or have to write. They need a vehicle to get it out–someway to keep their balance. At the end of the semester and a long the way, I learn more than I want to know and so do they.

Jazz Haiku–Frisking the Whiskers

Frisking the Whiskers

on the street two beat
jump jazz swings the door open
scat cats call us in

 

Sleeping on a Concrete Haiku

 

Sleeping on a Concrete Carpet

one eyed Mac snores in

empty doorways dreaming
of a full bottle meal.

 

 

Feng Shui Haiku

feng shui is when she walks out talking the dog
and the last pack of cigarettes

nine times out of 10
when she says she means it, she
really does mean it.

“Hey Bartender, I Got Time for One More Round and a Haiku to go”

So That’s What They Call Blind Drunk

waking up half drunk
coyote dawn slipping out
lost my freakin’ keys

Pissing in a Dirty Urinal

It has come to this
copying for a good time …
Hank sings B-19