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waning heat–
a few bare spots
in the melon patch
(L)
harvest moon–
sweat drips from his
balding head
(D)
termite tracks–
talk of Jackson's death
in whispers
(L)
dusk hollows storm winds resound
(D)
wet newspaper
Iran bleeds
into commerce
(L)
her father's voice
between each gunshot
silence
(D)
hibiscus flowers
in full bloom
morning skyline
(L)
tui song
steam from the tea
on my face
(D)
noon breeze–
the toddler mimics
an airplane
(L)
clear night
the streetlamps come on
one by one
(D)
city dusk–
the strip club's roof
in neon
(L)
red light district
a policeman
undercover
(D)
evening rain...
the working girl
haggles her price
(L)
homeless
smelling of cheap wine
he turns 50
(D)
acid jazz
a string of butterflies
in the crocus
(L)
Charlie Parker
on the stereo
a moth wriggles
(D)
Parker's Mood...
on the flowering cactus
a grasshopper
(L)
rubbish day...
throughout the valley
a child's song
(D)
coming dusk...
the rising pitch
of night hawks
(L)
bright moon...
the security guard checks
every room
(D)
hazy moon...
the evicted couple
sorting clothes
(L)
making love
in my childhood room
memories
(D)
faded photo
my grandmother's face
is a blur
(L)
family reunion–
so many things left
unsaid
(D)
summer cleaning
Mom discovers
my old life
(L)
sea breeze
the frisbee just beyond
my reach
(D)
empty beach
the puppy chases
a ghost crab
(L)
grandma's kisses
feigning disgust
year after year...
(D)
morning drizzle
a pretty name
on the headstone
(L)
still dividing the family grandma's will
(D)
ocean sounds
our old dog runs
in his sleep
(L)
"hush now child..."
the grass
murmurs
(D)
returning home
a raindrop warps
on the windshield
(L)
day moon-
a tui bathes in the
rain gutter
(D)
thunderclouds...
the flower vendor
breaks for lunch
(L)
throwing out
yesterday's violets
dusk falls
(D)
empty campus
a janitor reads
on the stairway
(L)
working late
I learn the
cleaners' names
(D)
tonight every frog is a soloist
(L)
mountain stream
trading songs with the
bluesman
(D)
evening renga
for awhile the crickets
as one
(L)
composing a reply
to his last poem
seagull's scream
(D)
rain my father returns with a squish
(L)
moths
alight on the window
summer moon
(D)
hint of autumn
Father and son
measure roof tiles
(L)
summer heat I practice my apology
(D)
my own problems...
the beggar lowers
his cup
(L)
dusk clouds reflecting blossoms
(D)
Labor Day
the migrant workers
in their usual spot
(L)
summer's end
two men argue
in Arabic
(D)
...
a few bare spots
in the melon patch
(L)
harvest moon–
sweat drips from his
balding head
(D)
termite tracks–
talk of Jackson's death
in whispers
(L)
dusk hollows storm winds resound
(D)
wet newspaper
Iran bleeds
into commerce
(L)
her father's voice
between each gunshot
silence
(D)
hibiscus flowers
in full bloom
morning skyline
(L)
tui song
steam from the tea
on my face
(D)
noon breeze–
the toddler mimics
an airplane
(L)
clear night
the streetlamps come on
one by one
(D)
city dusk–
the strip club's roof
in neon
(L)
red light district
a policeman
undercover
(D)
evening rain...
the working girl
haggles her price
(L)
homeless
smelling of cheap wine
he turns 50
(D)
acid jazz
a string of butterflies
in the crocus
(L)
Charlie Parker
on the stereo
a moth wriggles
(D)
Parker's Mood...
on the flowering cactus
a grasshopper
(L)
rubbish day...
throughout the valley
a child's song
(D)
coming dusk...
the rising pitch
of night hawks
(L)
bright moon...
the security guard checks
every room
(D)
hazy moon...
the evicted couple
sorting clothes
(L)
making love
in my childhood room
memories
(D)
faded photo
my grandmother's face
is a blur
(L)
family reunion–
so many things left
unsaid
(D)
summer cleaning
Mom discovers
my old life
(L)
sea breeze
the frisbee just beyond
my reach
(D)
empty beach
the puppy chases
a ghost crab
(L)
grandma's kisses
feigning disgust
year after year...
(D)
morning drizzle
a pretty name
on the headstone
(L)
still dividing the family grandma's will
(D)
ocean sounds
our old dog runs
in his sleep
(L)
"hush now child..."
the grass
murmurs
(D)
returning home
a raindrop warps
on the windshield
(L)
day moon-
a tui bathes in the
rain gutter
(D)
thunderclouds...
the flower vendor
breaks for lunch
(L)
throwing out
yesterday's violets
dusk falls
(D)
empty campus
a janitor reads
on the stairway
(L)
working late
I learn the
cleaners' names
(D)
tonight every frog is a soloist
(L)
mountain stream
trading songs with the
bluesman
(D)
evening renga
for awhile the crickets
as one
(L)
composing a reply
to his last poem
seagull's scream
(D)
rain my father returns with a squish
(L)
moths
alight on the window
summer moon
(D)
hint of autumn
Father and son
measure roof tiles
(L)
summer heat I practice my apology
(D)
my own problems...
the beggar lowers
his cup
(L)
dusk clouds reflecting blossoms
(D)
Labor Day
the migrant workers
in their usual spot
(L)
summer's end
two men argue
in Arabic
(D)
...
Literature
Cricked
i.
i keep my bulbs bare
cos i like knowing where these burns come from.
i lie to sleep red-handed,
and have a hard time remembering if the highest fell or the lowest
rose
in response to your half-mooned request,
namely that i dream with this [your] ultimate synapse
.behind.my.back.
it's your sense of touch that holds me
ii.
and i don't want to see your face forever
i know those eyes are the keys to mine but
you know i never lock up at night
i don't want to see this face forever
iii.
these and those cliffs have faces to recall the fallen
so why don't i,
why don't i
inhale on purpose
iv.
it's your sense of touch that ho
Literature
Railroading
They tie me
to the tracks,
then tell me
to get out
of the way
of the
oncoming
train.
Literature
in case you forgot: don't read this. just trust me
in case you forgot:
i have the heart of a poet
trapped in the ribcage of
a tumultuous whore. i'm
a textbook charlatan with
too much nonsense & not
enough you
in case you forgot:
i have a fetish for third-person
pronouns & third-party interference.
you are the first, second, and third person
to invade all three of my parties with your
clothes still intact with your skin; with your
tongue still intact with your mouth-
an ampersand curled between your teeth
in case you forgot:
this stanza is a haiku.
god, i hate haikus.
in case you forgot:
i will drill your brain
with mindless repetition
until it is sore enough
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Okay - so this is a part of the Haiku Chain Gang Challenge. However, this series of poems will be a chain all to itself composed entirely by Laurence55 and Solarts. We will be writing the renga in the comments section and then I will update this deviation regularly to include the new entries.
The starting verse was a poem that Laurence wrote in response to Mahi-Fish's poem here: [link] The second poem in this is by me, Solarts, the third will be by Laurence, the fourth by me, and so on. Who knows how long it will go.
If you are interested in joining the Haiku Chain Gang Challenge have a look here: [link] and then choose a poem and start replying!!! Have fun.
This is a "closed chain" in the renga, as Laurence and I want to do a little sparring. But feel free to go to Laurence's original post of "waning heat" and respond to that as part of the Chain Gang: [link]
But the poems contained herein, other than the starting verse, are closed to responses for now, just to give Laurence and I a chance to get into it.
The starting verse was a poem that Laurence wrote in response to Mahi-Fish's poem here: [link] The second poem in this is by me, Solarts, the third will be by Laurence, the fourth by me, and so on. Who knows how long it will go.
If you are interested in joining the Haiku Chain Gang Challenge have a look here: [link] and then choose a poem and start replying!!! Have fun.
This is a "closed chain" in the renga, as Laurence and I want to do a little sparring. But feel free to go to Laurence's original post of "waning heat" and respond to that as part of the Chain Gang: [link]
But the poems contained herein, other than the starting verse, are closed to responses for now, just to give Laurence and I a chance to get into it.
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