There is a traditional form to Haiku but here it is the spirit that matters.
Thank you for your contributions and may your spirit soar.


Ladies in Summer
off to lunch
wearing high heels


gently huge baby
ripens, bee hobbles, pauper
screams screams

Lazy Sunny Sunday,
The time is longer Holiday Tommorrow,

Laughter blankets picnics and lust,
Swan eyes old sandwhich lands Splash,

Rowing Boat in lake young man,
barebreasted and impresses,
Looking on bench old man knows how few he has left,

None left to show off to, Or strength to pull oars,
A geese mocks overhead.


Elf

[edit on 25-5-2009 by MischeviousElf]

Thirty Minutes of Silence,
Old Tibetan Open's Eyes

Gong,
Student's Stir now from mind Chatter

Lama Twinkle in Eye's,
Blesses the short minutes,

Thirty Years still to pass,
They to then,
Real Silence unharressed.


Elf

soaring spider dozes
frustrated reflection pauses
firstborn dancing

Harshly giddy drum
replies, careless lover
gaudy cowboy smiles

Dark lovers ask
sleeping adventures burn
slowly slowly mad

Towards Rising Sun,
Madmen Grasp at More.

Small Big Bang,
Earths Heart Shocked.

Ties and Pens pretend Control,
Slipping Slipping,
Nothing to be done.

Elf

New York's not my home
It stinks like beef and cheeses
And the people suck

I just read a definition and they (Haiku) usually have a seaonal reference...


What is that damn smell
It's Summer at the tire plant
The air stinks like ass

Long Hot Day's,
Men in Lines,
Looking to Sweat for Gold

New Men Every day new world,
Angry Lines grow
Young mens faces to

Searching saviours
Wanting creases of smiles
War & rumours worse

Seeds planted on time
Madmen smile in palaces
Bitter harvest to be slaughtered soon.

Elf

Eggs eggs eggs eggs eggs
They be so damn delicious
Fry me up some dem



[edit on 27-5-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

Santa is Christmas
The toof fairy is for teef
I like East Bunny

Mom and dad are dead
My brother died of cancer
I'm dead of living

Eyes like write Haiku
Every day something new
New Haiku for you

You want fries with that ?
Cheeseburger Cheeseburger Coke
Hot apple pie bitch





[edit on 27-5-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

Red China pinkos
I'm not fond of the Chinese
Ching chang chong talking

lost are the ways
of the past gone days
upon the fray
of a new dawn day

We hope we can
find the promised land
all of the time
it was in our hand

light, day, dark, night
wrong, forgetful, or right
indeterminate
lost, searching, found

profound fondness
living in quietness,
seeking enlightenment
unbound wisdom

of all the things
that i have lost
i miss my mind
the most of all

eyes which look inward,
see most of all clear
eyes that look outward,
predestined to fear.

fate as it seems
is not without
a sense of irony.



[edit on 28/5/2009 by reticledc]

soft whip wails
fairly... mice frownin´
old cars mount

The hovering mist
Wraps around me, damp and cool
I frown, bring the light


(yep, another cloudy rainy day in these parts. Wah! )