The Evening News
a cheery fanfare
death, mayhem and disaster
dog befriends squirrel.
The Evening News (haiku)
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The Days of Doggerel Past (Jiggery Pot Pourri 2)
The Days of Doggerel Past
There was time
I would take my doggerel
for a long, long walk
just me and a bunch of obvious rhymes
good times, good times, good times.
Another Haiku Involving a Vacuum
allergens loiter
on the vacuum’s humid breath
spiders abandon
web based solutions
seek cover in crevices
domestic terror.
Thomas the Tanka Engine (Inane Tanka January #2)
Thomas the Tanka Engine
that little engine
sure could go and go and go
and go and go and….
yes, it’s all fun and games ‘til
you run out of syllables.
Sorry about that…I’m glad January is nearly over!
Haiku for Donald Trump (The Good, the Bad and the Rhodomontade)
Haiku for Donald
petulant pillock
splenetic philanderer
bombastic buffoon.
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scowlmaster supreme
diarrhethic dissembler
rhodomontade cad.
Taking part in Open Link over at dverse.
Why I have difficulty writing haiku (3)
Why I have difficulty writing haiku
problem with haiku
definite article is
first casualty
next casualty
indefinite article
makes me sound little
like Japanese guard
in prison camp in movie
world war two movie
who for some reason
is speaking English (how? why?)
with staccato voice
or perhaps I am
po-faced guru on mountain
dispensing bromides:
crow flies at midnight
in front of luminous moon
affair ends badly
all because I am
in service to, at mercy
of, syllable count
here it comes again
surplus syllable flop sweat
haiku-tortured night.
Over at Desperate Poets, Shay asks :
“What subject, genre, sacred cow, or literary convention do you ache to spin until it’s dizzy? What mask do you long to pull off and drag a confession out of its wearer? What accepted wisdom do you long to expose as horsefeathers? Or perhaps you just want to set your keyboard on “stun” and knock us over with your unexpected use of language? Come on, flout convention! Irony and all major credit cards accepted. Unreliable narrators welcome.”
This is a post from a while back but with a new verse!
Day at the Beach (double haiku)..
Day at the Beach
sand martins, low tide
mom’s new perm all blown to hell
a holiday wind
transistor blaring
Bobby Kennedy is dead
dad’s head turns slowly
Faubourg Café (tanka)
Faubourg Café (tanka)
there in a glass case
a black sesame cruffin
croissant meets muffin
in a tortured pastry swirl
French calories eh?……the best.
Bike Ride (haiku)
Bike Ride
a faint whiff of weed
that old Vancouver perfume
cherry blossoms bloom
Forest Fire (tanka)
Forest Fire
smoke obscures the dawn
there is no…no early light
oh say, can you see
the root cause, the root causes
and does it, does it give pause.
Another one for Brendan’s ekphrastic challenge over at Earthweal. Taking part in open link weekend over at earthwealhttps://earthweal.com/, since I’m late for the original prompt,
Angel on the Move (haiku)
Angel on the Move.
always, yes, always
take your pedestal with you
with you when you go
Brendan’s challenge over at earthweal is to write an ekphrastic poem inspired by the images he provides or one of your own. This is one of my own but check out Brendan’s images, you will be inspired!
Also taking part in Open Link over at dverse.
Breakfast (tanka)
Breakfast
sometimes we travel
a long, hard road, to arrive
at the obvious:
the unbearable flatness
of pancakes in the morning.
Aw! Thumb Nail Sketch (haiku)
Autumnal Sketch (haiku)
trees leaking colour
like a paint store catalogue
et tu, chlorophyll!
The Tide (haiku)
The Tide
tide way out, sand packed,
the kids, impressionist smears
at the water’s edge.
The Evening News (haiku)
The Evening News
a cheery fanfare
death, mayhem and disaster
dog befriends squirrel.
Trip Home (a tanka for the memory)
Trip Home
a Donnybrook walk
the Dodder’s brackish gargle
that long red brick dusk
ghosts, tall tales and memories
the walking and the wounded.
Taking part in earthweal open link weekend.
Kitsilano Take-out Tanka
Kitsilano Take-out Tanka
a late May evening
a take-out from Akbar’s Own
lamb vindaloo, mild
low muslin- filtered sunlight
couples stroll home from the beach
Why I have difficulty writing haiku (again)
Why I have difficulty writing haiku
problem with haiku
definite article is
first casualty
next casualty
indefinite article
makes me sound little
like Japanese guard
in prison camp in movie
world war two movie
who for some reason
is speaking English (how? why?)
with staccato voice
or perhaps I am
po-faced guru on mountain
dispensing bromides:
crow flies at midnight
in front of luminous moon
affair ends badly
all because I am
in service to, at mercy
of, syllable count.
Sound Heard While Replacing The Basement Toilet (plumbing tanka)
Sound Heard While Replacing The Basement Toilet
a ghostly whoosh
echoes down the open pipe
a toilet flushing
in a neighbor’s house uphill
yes, we are all connected.
I hardly ever do this but here’s a challenge to all you poets out there: write a poem about plumbing. There are no rules, write about anything – an ode to your favourite plunger, a sonnet about a dripping tap, a haiku about flexible hoses!
Link back to this post if you like, so I can read your poems.
Closed For Some Time Now (tanka)
Closed For Some Time Now (tanka)
on Spy Wednesday
passing the mildewed awning
of Dunbar Produce
I sense an apple vacuum
a vegetable absence.
Sun Damage (tanka)
Sun Damage (tanka)
and who would have thought
that elusive Irish sun
could do such damage
but look now, I have more moles
than a le Carré novel
When Poets Fall Out (haiku)2
When Poets Fall Out
I know something’s up
you’re sending mixed metaphors
your rhythm’s way off.
Couple rushing from a Parked Car carrying Yellow Yoga Mats…..haiku
Couple rushing from a Parked Car carrying Yellow Yoga Mats
late for yoga class
I’m like, how stressful is that?
stop panting, breathe, breathe.
One Swallow
One Swallow
one swallow does not
one tries to swallow one’s pride
one swallow does not
when it comes to (what else?) Spring
one swallow does not do it.
The Light Ekphrastic (tanka)
The Light Ekphrastic
pierless, a king tide,
a log boom loses its grip
erasure, dim wit
a slow walk in the March sun
tripping the light ekphrastic
Taking part in open link over at earthweal.
Tankas for Nothing, Haiku for Free
That Smell from the Fridge
that smell from the fridge
yes, it was the Camembert
noisome, and then some
wet dog, feet sweat, camel’s breath
a washroom door opening.
Two Bros at the Art Gallery
v- necked, buffed, burnished
pumped, pectoral, and puzzled,
aerobatic hair.
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