Your Daily Haiku

Succubus with pus
Pustulating from her mouth
I hope it stays closed

Dead cars in the yard
Dead from lack of any care
Dead like I am dead

to each their own way
get by until judgment day
sacrifice to pay

it was all just play
just lived for our own payday
now hear the mayday

because all betray
the tide is rising today
survived our heyday

we struggle and pray
fighting against the mêlée
to rise from the fray

breathe in the summer
and feel it flow gently through
release and be calm




paranormal things
happen every so often
It's no big deal man




try to remember
look after your fellow man
for we are all one

Nice form blup...


earthy still addled
gigolos labor, sadly
the autumn returns

reply to post by whaaa

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(cheers mate..... I'm new to the thread so that was nice of you to say)


thought Provoking words
flow out from within your mind
just like pouring silk

thank you much - to Masqua - for letting me come in to play

:-)

pebbles rose star lit
all strokes skittered desert skin
blue dusk sings to sand

warm wallows deeper
spaces lower sweetly dark
wet earth enfolds stone

need grasps for thick sky
field pulls close warm blanket rains
for bare only green


[edit on 6/14/2009 by Spiramirabilis]

..............S. very nice!! Welcome!!


raging dune hardens,
darkly bartender explodes
floating rain drizzle

reply to post by whaaa

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thank you whaaa

i think it will be very good for me to do this at least once a day

:-)

I love haiku - first - it has rules - I need rules sometimes

2nd - short and sweet

charismatic weak
dude rippling lip sprays, sweetie
somersaults rudely

As a leaf, tumbling
In the sunlight, reflecting
Disk stuck in the sand

Water, roiling rush
Crashing through New York City
Cumbre Vieja

The web of our life
Stuck with bugs and passers by
Never letting go

The life in our life
Sucked out like the air we breathe
We're suffocating

or maybe every other day...

Our words all birds loosed
shadows falling bright through dark
tell electric tales

Love in an Atomic Spring

Feel the crispy dead

Chew the tender head, and succulent legs.

Iam white they are yellow
Iam quite mad and so English Autumn sad.

Reach for that God that says he is mine
Iam lost Iam that of the unkind

On a field, ye say a meadow . I cry whatever

It is a place of death, tears for multiple fears
English ....we are none faded culled just gone

harvesting hugely
villainous intense mature
lovers beckon clear

The death of our life
To start a new adventure
For eternity

Another gray day
Lamely gazing at the sky
New York really bites

...now more serious.....

They came from the sky
A message of hope to come
Learn to see the truth

...okay silly again...

One purple flower
Given to me by green men
They keep zapping me

Smell the sky, hear light
Kind of tastes like winters' night
He sang in blue-green