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The Laughter of Ducks
fisherman and son
catching nothing but minnows
and the laughter of ducks
birds and songsin the grass
a sparrow searching
for a song

egret
a   pause   before
each   step

evening falls -
on the fresh cut lawn
primroses

door open
the frog's song
enters in

dust on the keys
the last song
her hands remember

on paper
a smudge of black ink -
raven in the sky
Storm Haikustorm clouds
only the stork remains
to fish
40 pagesa book
with 40 pages -
The Universe
moving forwardfour months today –
the memory of earth
left on his hands

                                             colored beads
                                             strung one by one –
                                             prayers of the heart

going over
these stones in the road
clear water

                                            greet this day
                                            with an open heart  –
                                            daylilies
February 2009 Haiku-Wrimo1.

winter rain-
an old pot fills
with moonlight

2.

sunrise...
birdsong falling
from the mountain

3.

just in time
for the newborn-
snow flurries!

4.

gang signs
on the old church door...
winter deepens

5.

stillness...
a cloud
of white breath

6.

deep
in the raven's cry-
southern drawl

7.

midnight walk-
      between each star
the cosmos

8.

resting awhile
on Issa's death poem-
the fly

9.

morning thaw-
the bulldog's growl
softens

10.

loneliness...
leek soup cold
in the crock pot

11.

crows
becoming
dusk

12.

one cloud
the shade of mango-
winter's end?

13.

begging
in her
Worst Haiku EverWorst Haiku Ever

Burning pink suns
glisten in the noonday heat-
grandmother's nipples.
Haiku - 02.26.08
`

the streetlight and the moon

compete for moths

`
Autumn Senryu I1

soccer ball out of bounds
kids run
for the ice cream truck

2

in the park
dried pine needles
where grass once grew

3

pendulum-
old man's crotch
swings in his baggy trunks

4

out of business-
empty roach eggs
in dishwater scum

5

tackle box-
the ciggies Dad left
ten years ago
It's Not A Bad ThingOf all the
cliff-edge eyes
I've loved
yours have been
the softest.
Sticks, Stones, and PinchesThe little boy taunted the little girl, both no older than four years, in the big room of the high school turned preschool.

The curly haired child held back tears, her big brown eyes looking defiantly into his blue ones.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."

"Oh yeah?" he retorted, "How 'bout this?" and he pinched her arm until it bled.

Change the verse.

It's sticks, stones, and pinches.
Autumn Renga 21.

with a huff
and a puff...
dandelion

2.

autumn fog-
the cat finishes
a sparrow

3.

roadside cross
a name
I can't read

4.

leaves the leaves leave behind

5.

nearsighted-
in the morning cool
my breath

6.

river stones-
day old potatoes
reheated

7.

communion Sunday-
Dad rolls over
in bed
ChangesShe is tormented from a young age. Something in her is born flawed, because her childhood innocence does not protect her from all the pain and suffering in the world. She can only see, and feel horrified.

A mother, on a roadside, shot by a demented man who picked up his rifle in the grip of rage. There is blood, everywhere. And a son kneels at the crimson-clad lady's side, despair in the sobs that rack his body. 'Tell me what to do!' he screams, but her answer is lost in her rasping final breaths.

So much helplessness in the face of such disaster.

Her neighbour, watering his plants. She spies over the wall, perched in a mango tree, wonderi
the first breath afterwardstatic runs within my veins
and pricks my toes
sending numb sensations through
my body in waves and i am the snow on the screen
hushing the room with its noise
a distant screaming crowd
roaring as they fall and fade

my hair sticks to my neck
and heat drips from my skin
leaving pathways for electric currents
to travel their course
give me life again

but i can't breath

my throat is full of sand
the salty taste catches flies
and throws them out again
as my body convulses
i choke

my eyes fill and overflow
bees escaping through my tears
stinging as they fly away
black specks in above blue
leaving laughter behind that falls to
Life LessonsLife Lessons

1 Don't cry over spilt milk.

2 You probably will have your heart broken more than once.

3 You'll probably break others' hearts, so remember how it feels..

4 Even the person you love or trust the most will probably let you down.

5 Even grown men cry.

6 You'll want to take some things back, so be careful in everything you do.

7 Life may get hard, but remember, you were only given this life, because you were strong enough to live it.

So, love like you've never been hurt, laugh so hard you cry, learn like you'll live forever,
and  never regret something that once made you smile.
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Yellow haiku

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Wind catches
the yellow sail
of the tulip
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A haiku from late May, but at least over here we still have yellow tulips. Hopefully this one will get some exposure in the Asahi Haikuist, like my white haiku did.
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For me, a haiku must be simple, yet visual and evocative. Yellow haiku by *diamondie is all this and more. ( Featured by !lovetodeviate )
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~RadishMan Oct 23, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Simple, beautiful, clear. Great work!
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*KJ-Illustration Jun 2, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
You've been featured here in my journal :heart: ~ [link]
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~squeakylex May 27, 2012  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
That's amazing
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~Ari-wello101 May 17, 2012
i like it but last time i checked a haiku is 5,7,5 syllables. yours doesnt. im not insulting ur work its just that a haiku has a structure that i feel needs to be used
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~boundlessgravity Mar 30, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
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~OmegaZzyzx Nov 4, 2010
I thought Haiku's had seventeen syllables, not sixteen.
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~Danteholic Jun 28, 2010
this is lovely, you have captured spring in a teacup.
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*almcdermid Jun 3, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Your DD is SO well-deserved. Just beautiful.
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~fishxlantern May 16, 2010
Hey, just wanted to let you know that your writing was featured here: [link]

Thanks for writing :D. Also, if you'd like your work removed from the article, feel free to note me and I'll take it out of the feature.
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~Theira-Chan Oct 21, 2009
i completly understand now-
thanks for explaining, I was abit confused ^^
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