Hallelujah songcarries on a gentle wind,heralding a king.
The sun shines, snow falls, mountains rise and valleys sink, night deepens and pales into day, but it is only very seldom that we attend to such things. . . . When we are grasping the inexpressible me...
You must remain. I must depart.Two autumns falling in the heart.
Gingerbread houseswith gumdrops and peppermintand marshmallow snow.
Calligraphy of geeseagainst the sky-the moon seals it.
You were almost like a haiku: said so little, but meant so much.
Semper FidelisDawn star flares on disk of nightI fall, sun rises
These are some of the characteristics of the state of mind which the creation and appreciation of haiku demand: Selflessness, Loneliness, Grateful Acceptance, Wordlessness, Non-intellectuality, Contra...
You only live twice:Once when you are bornAnd once when you look death in the face
I preserve my worldin journals so my children can eat without me
NEW HAIKUOne breathy vowelmists the glass warming windowpanes crystalled with snowRobin Glasser
Dreams like a podcast,Downloading truth in my ears.They tell me cool stuff.Apollo? I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.
But for their cries,The herons would be lostAmidst the morning snow.
Snap your fingerstop the world - rain falls harder
before the gate --my walking stick's made a riverof melting snow
Every bonsaidreams of being a tall tree - until the wind blows
We had a threesomeYou, me and my depressionDepression fucks hard
Come windless invaderI am a carnival ofStars, a poem of blood.
Exhale the remnants/Of wounds that steal your freedom./No more prisons. Breathe.