Chain, chain, chain, chain of haiku fools

Blarg · Apr 15, 2012

Keep perspective loose --
in the foreground are monsters
of inattention

Debio · Apr 15, 2012

Of inattention
I have many good stories.
I teach teenage kids.

zanzjan · Apr 18, 2012

I teach teenage kids
With garden hose, spray nozzle,
Respect for my lawn.

Blarg · Apr 18, 2012

Respect for my lawn
is non-negotiable, kids --
shotgun with rock salt!

Debio · Apr 18, 2012

Shotguns with rock salt,
the best way to spend the day
watching young ones flee

zanzjan · Apr 18, 2012

Watching young ones flee,
I pick out all the grannies
And bite off their heads.

Debio · Apr 20, 2012

"And bite off their heads,"
the Elder God said to me.
I can't disobey.

zanzjan · Apr 21, 2012

I can't disobey
the mandate of the old oaks:
acorn, leaf, bright knife.

B.D. Eyeslie · Apr 22, 2012

Acorn, leaf, bright knife—
survival of the fittest
quickly forgotten.

zanzjan · Apr 22, 2012

Quickly forgotten,
empty melodies of youth;
bitter notes sustain.

Blarg · Apr 23, 2012

Bitter notes sustain
melody's rise to sweetness
and keep its tone fresh.

Poppy · Apr 24, 2012

"...and keep its tone fresh"
said the pen to the poet
writing new poems.

zanzjan · Apr 24, 2012

Writing new poems
to a deadline, while at work,
makes for poor choices.

onestepp · Apr 25, 2012

Makes for poor choices
computers, cell phones, TV's
googlized nation

ErstwhileA · Apr 26, 2012

Googlized nation:
goggle-eyed rancor rookies
hashing up old news.

Poppy · Apr 26, 2012

Hashing up old news?
Then I will do no tweeting
here in my haiku.

Ralyks · Apr 26, 2012

here in my haiku
breath rises for a moment,
stills, and then exhales

B.D. Eyeslie · Apr 26, 2012

Stills, and then exhales--
a deathbed scene for a king,
a lions last gasp.

ErstwhileA · Apr 26, 2012

A lion's last gasp.
Cadence-heavy summer sun
drums on cracked, red earth.

Blarg · Apr 26, 2012

Drums on cracked, red earth
executioner's footsteps
each further apart

Poppy · Apr 27, 2012

Each further apart,
the only one who will come
between us is time.

kkbe · Apr 27, 2012

Laughing girl, listen:
Dewy droplets, one-by-one.
Plink plink, sweet pea.

Ganesha · Apr 28, 2012

between us is time
around all of us is space
no space to waste time

zanzjan · Apr 28, 2012

No space to waste time,
no poems to give for free
except to you, friend.

Blarg · Apr 28, 2012

Except to you, friend,
worlds tumble end over end.
Come give me your hand.