Big white plastic boats
& sharks in Sydney Harbour,
not all Filipino.

Christmas beetle stays too long.
Home is now a jar
once full of Vegemite.

Syllables in haiku ~
depends upon who you ask,
I'm going seventeen ...
damn.

Daylight's short breath fades,
Night world melts to freshen dew,
Wet grass on bare feet.

Way to break a heart Harry.
As for Kim Gamble
Seventeen breaks all the rules.

I wke up to aims horrible haiku
and this is a awful senyru to me
and my PM's (private?) no goes
`
Kerry get clogged up and BM
He ate braised rib from pig
and got stuffed on arugula
`
Vegetarian (by request)
passed wind stinky ode
wild mushroom risotto
`
he need infused cream
honey infused dip lips
in glassed honey apple
`
Martin Luther King -
if I die today
plant apple tree seed
`
Honest - I had to shut
gadget off - editor is
a turnip in vinegar
`
Kerry ate baby
carrot in Banyuls
salad dressing
`
I'll ask Robert H. Deluty
He's my free therapy
and I but Aim a book
`
I go see Deluty
he's refined
a fine human
`
Kerry's ill/ilk
I hope this go
PM's get stuck
`
I sent email to
comment section
for simple verification
`
Hi . . .

flurries and blurries and sleet
snow and slush complete
only space heaters equal warm feet

drafted a near paraplegia level albeit spiteful rant-grade prose poem that would apparently knock over the next hill it was about grinding Chantex and smoking it then discover(ing) the 12/7 tin is actually Commit, while mentioning Cainey Chablis would still see the world through his mother's eyes and it went on like this titled Gotta Love the Hour. X way of metaphor, would might spell out finding a Southern Corsica and then for a song working the pet food out of it until its silver paint gleamed as clean as a mirror.

Wonderful hour, the loving hour, not as useful as blue windshield washer but got dar z, just gosh dar z.

Ino Ino Ino

actually, the loving hour involved a tripod. Part of it said:
Time clocks. That is just how stupid and underestimated they are.
You know, sun bright, water wet, haven't we met, you bet, so let me
reach
*you*

`
The Feed reads
I commented @
4:36 @ Aims
Terrible but true
terrible haiku
`
try `gin? okay

giggles . . .
typo on bad
senyru
`
( woke - read Con C..)
`

typo too @ Con C.'s
Kerry buy toe ring
and honey glazed bacon
`
for dessert with aim
sneezes in humus
hubris has pepper
`
aim sets no EP`gin? no
Kerry buys (typo not but)
aim a black squirrel
`
aim counts on two hands
how many farts editor
shows off to impress
`
demented editor
forgets trophy wife
and no see belly button
`
buttons @ Open/Salon
no function this morn
Kerry rides pink hampster
`
huh?
`
he go to see Mets play
and hops on pink
life size mallard duck
`
Kerry wobbles under
Big Bird colorful
pink umbrella
`
Kerry's taxi driver
totals cab
blames buxom gal

on Broadway editor
hates rabbi who
plays Santa
`
after dessert with aim
Kerry gets sucker punched
aim goes to jail to floss tooth
`
Kerry toots in Palm
and hocks oyster
in hand palm
`
He goes to the Salon
stall and dream of
a new toilet plinger
`
editor debates lawyer
over what is worst
shame, guilt, or porn
`
gads
gaud
gags
`

actually, I am not creative. I honestly though (in a transparent round a bout ---) *did think up and say aloud three important corporate names: Exxon, Google and Bud Light*

What a case! es

Really. Flying airplanes.

Julio, Julio where art thou!?

I found you and me, in the family tree, sipping T.

what? Shots of vodka with Castro? A mango chase? Satin,
lace?

hook and ladder gateway tech?

He saw the despair in the market, stayed in his lair, and yet could not summersault, like Jersey Galt.

People there without a care. Hypercritical oath. Ino Ino Ino, you can't generalize about California, Florida, s nor e TX.

I am nothing before a chrome bumper on Hwy 41.

(If you wear slip ons, they won't take your laces)

S LASH?!

No snow in Virginia yet,
Nor ballot for Rick.
How lucky can we get?

A nontraditional haiku sequence...

throbbing sound from the interstate penetrates my brain

In Comfort Inn our AC filter is clogged with dust

journey into the mind at six am

as I head out for coffee, a vivid quarter moon

blue flannel bottoms
just a string away from the floor
snow day is forecast

You guys are amazing!

Romney put his dog
on car roof for 12 hour-drive
a heart can't be grown

rosebud sunshine flares
dracula mirror escapes
aim true sing along

Working chaos abounds
Paper towers leaning skyward
Winter window sun

I have been informed that I was writing bastard children of haiku...and I see that everone else knows it is 5-7-5. Oh my! Unbelievably great contributions - I think I will treasure this little thread tonight while I read your words again and again.
(I thought it could be 7-5-7 - I really did. Thanks for not pointing out my glaring ignorance.)

I have been informed that I was writing bastard children of haiku...and I see that everone else knows it is 5-7-5. Oh my! Unbelievably great contributions - I think I will treasure this little thread tonight while I read your words again and again.
(I thought it could be 7-5-7 - I really did. Thanks for not pointing out my glaring ignorance.)

"everyone else knows it is 5-7-5"
yup, I too was just being nice, uh-huh *nods a little over emphatically*

I'm magically awake at 4:30, so no haikus from me, since mere typing is a challenge. But I liked you...especially the martini/laundry one!

Hope your trip is wonderful!

Costa Rica, huh?
Why'd you have to rub it in?
I am so jealous.

;)