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: FAVORITE LOVE POEMS (HAIKU COLLECTION)

May, 2009

harvest season,
drinking new sake with you;
warm friendship

             - etsuko yanagibori

first breath of winter
only the berries remain
remembering red

              - jadon rempel

first lemon slices
in the glass of iced tea
sour thoughts

              - joanne morcom

saturated drunks
squeeze out of the bars like earth
worms after a rain

              - gord mcrae

if only the birds
could feed us pieces of sky
in return for bread.

           - king pao fu

september sunset —
crabs explore the skeleton
of a humpback whale

           - collin barber

one last tomato
in the bowl
overripe, skin wrinkled

            - angela kublik

in spring, the first smell
of mown grass, strange to think I'll
be it when I'm gone

             - gord mcrae

one color left
in the popsicle box
summer's end

            - collin barber

dark skinned beauty moves
hot vibrating blue rhythm
match tip explodes red

            - thomas trofimuk

a puddle of mud . . .
snowflakes sink
into their reflections

            - collin barber

off the wave, sliding
down the edge of the world;like
seeing you with him

            - unknown

in her cubicle
everything looks real in the
5:40 sunlight

             - gord mcrae

almost spring
a silk of wind
through trees

              - marjorie buettner

neon puddles
in front of the waterfront bar
sound of a blues piano

               - cor van den heuvel

a boring critique
much referencing of foucault
now you're post-modern

               - aaron marko

second birthday —
he blows out all
the dandelion seeds

            - collin barber

she loves you, on her
day off, takes you in her flat
blue single bed bliss

             - thomas trofimuk

summer grasses
all that remain
of the warrior's dreams

               - basho

valentine's night
we break up
the chocolate heart

            - collin barber

funeral lunch
a faint taste of dirt
still on the radish

               - del doughty

cherry blossoms
a taste of the wine
on her lips

            - collin barber

90th birthday
flickering candles
he can't blow out

                - m. harper

evening stillness
a bonfire log slips
into its own ash

            - collin barber

my daughter makes dolls
draws and colours and names them
while bombs in beirut

            - thomas trofimuk

in the emperor's bed,
the smell of burnt mosquitoes,
and erotic whispers

             - kikaku

thrift store
a box of dolls
with tangled hair

             - joanne morcom

morning cup; coffee
she smiles at me sweetly
across the table

             - aaron marko

 

if only the birds
could feed us pieces of sky
in return for bread.
                   
- brian vandervliet 

black on white—
a raven's footsteps
on new snow

                   - patrick m. pilarski

dance twirls a bright blade,
cleaves deep through fabric / soft flesh;
presses heart to heart

                   - patrick m. pilarski

red satin / legs twine,
dart quick as smoky heels meet
smolder; freeze; tango

                   - patrick m. pilarski

slow twilight fluid;
sweat and heat and bodies pass;
eyes flash fire – rumba

                   - patrick m. pilarski

wings shift cold clear air,
softly beat in three/four time;
waltz – a heart takes flight

                   - patrick m. pilarski

ice is poetry
blunt punctuation, hard thoughts;
words – sharp as angles

                   - patrick m. pilarski

tall black stilettos
fuck-me shoes back in fashion
STDs rising

                   - jocelyne verret

more rain:
the cat shreds another
paper bag

                   - kelly shephard

dark streaks on concrete;
black rain washes the gutters–
poison in the wound

                   - patrick m. pilarski

blue-eyed blond school girl
luminous smile camouflage
for misshapen leg

                   - jocelyne verret

house the color of butterflies:
paint chips and flutters away

                   - kelly shephard

snow falls like feathers;
down to diamonds, pressed tight–
no room for a soul

                   - patrick m. pilarski

hiroshima blooms
on a dark day in august;
five petals falling

                   - patrick m. pilarski

spotty memories
dot minds, alzheimer rubs out
the connecting lines

                   - jocelyne verret

trying to tune in
a song of the soul but my
reception is bad

               - laurie macfayden

in an old diary
between pages—
withered rose

                   - lanie shanzyra p. rebancos

still alive
under all that ice—
the mountain stream

                   - patrick m. pilarski

endless prairie sky
nowhere to hang memories
only beginnings

                   - jocelyne verret

i want one hard kiss
one barefoot dance in paris
when the lights go out

               - laurie macfayden

under the water
sunlight above
kaleidoscope

                   - lanie shanzyra p. rebancos

where we were is mist,
where we're going is mist,
only this place

                   - kelly shephard

under the van gogh
starry night is too cliche
let's make it renoir

               - laurie macfayden

fish-market men
take their time putting up tents,
let the rain wash the ocean off

                   - kelly shephard

my hair looks greyer
in the autumn morning light
mirrors can be cruel
               - laurie macfayden

your aftershave climbs
the stairs ahead of your steps
i inhale pleasure

                   - jocelyne verret

in the foxhole
a pair of soldier's boots
yearns to come home

                   - lanie shanzyra p. rebancos

day five in paris
dog shit on both pairs of shoes
still it beats working

               - laurie macfayden

dead bird under window
maybe found its clearer, brighter place
after all

                   - kelly shephard

a soldier’s parents
answer call from ottawa
hoping for wounded

                   - jocelyne verret

cigarette butt smoking on the sidewalk:
ants gather around,
a new religion has begun

                   - kelly shephard

the air is on fire.
hades belches; furies dance;
buildings melt like wax.

                   - patrick m. pilarski

grandfather's cologne:
pipe tobacco, peppermints
and ivory soap

               - laurie macfayden

mom says wear a dress
my brothers get to wear jeans
who made this dumb rule?

               - laurie macfayden

my tree house is filled
with comicbooks and capguns
no barbies allowed

               - laurie macfayden

dad says stay inside
play piano for grandma
what's the point she's deaf

               - laurie macfayden


Blooming flowers

when we grow into beautiful flowers, bringing beauty of life that we seeing the magnificent scenery to another world. Roses , blossoms petals magic and innocence to the fragile flowers. 

 

I hold the world

record in coutry walking

faster than any man

 

She looked like fire

on the floor naked for me

I worked hard

 

I sound like I am

hard at work up on it like

a machine

 

She jumped on

and never wanted to get off

that horse again

 

 

Sipping lattes and writing

pretentious haiku;

You can't even count.

An oncoming storm

Grey horse gallops 'cross dark skies

Lightning as his mane.

I read my textbook,

sleep pulling my eyelids down.

Dreaming of an "A".

 

The beep of machines,

the quiet rush of nurses,

silences my fear.

Not to be trusted--

this bright spring sunshine

between thunderstorms

Rode

 

Raven black and long

her hair, and eyes deep and dark

from a time long past

Rode

During summer time,

the sun is glaring,

and everyone is sweating.