HAIKU POEM

 Green moss on the trees
clinging dampness in the air
in another world

  A sudden statue
the power of Medusa
unwary victim

  Spring cherry blossoms
day brightens in pink beauty
bee looks for pollen

 Cold water gurgles
  zing sagging across the plains
as cold as the sky

  Perfect purple rows
cultivated for profit
hyacinth in bloom

  Color against death
flowers huddle together
spring blooms from the ground

   'till I fall asleep
I'll watch the sky turn dark-blue
  In her protective arms.

  It is a strange dream,
Silver tears, broken wings,
  Falling from the sky.

  The heavenly song
Of the little tears splashing
The waterfall’s beauty

     It's a land of dreams

Without beginning and end
  Where I want to go.

   Autumn moonlight—
a worm digs silently
into the chestnut.

  Lightning flash—
what I thought were faces
are plumes of pampas grass.

   A summer river being crossed
how pleasing
with sandals in my hands!

 

In the moonlight,
The color and scent of the wisteria
Seems far away.

   Light of the moon
Moves west, flowers' shadows
Creep eastward.

   Everything I touch
with tenderness, alas,
pricks like a bramble.

   The crow has flown away:swaying in the evening sun,
a leafless tree.  

   In the coolness
of the empty sixth-month sky...
   the cuckoo's cry.

  Whitecaps on the bay:
A broken signboard banging
In the April wind.

  ground squirrel
balancing its tomato
 on the garden fence

   As the wind does blow
Across the trees, I see the
  Buds blooming in May

I wanted to fly higher

but they pull me down,

i never turned back to them.

Wind is whispering

a very cold afternoon,

i'm watching sunset.

Love is like a rose

it blooms when it falls in love,

but it end- up to death.

The heat of the sun

it burns my skin all over,

i felt i'm in hell.

I am very shy

he stares at me everyday,

i know he likes me.

I'll never forget those days

when i was in love,

i'll do anything for him.

Leaves down everywhere

Different colors through the year

Fall is almost here!

Fall is leaves falling

Eating crisp, crunchy apples

A warm fire burning.

Fall is leaves falling,

Munching on sweet red apples

A warm fire burning.

Snow falling slowly

Blanketing the trees and road

Silence and beauty.

Branches stretching out

To grab the sunsets colors

Night is approaching.

White light shining through

Patterns along the blank wall

Brightening my day.

I really like toast.
It is yummy when it's hot.
Cold I like it most.

Beans are kind to hearts.
I like to eat them daily.
And then do big farts!

the sound of the sea

speaking to my mother

on her birthday

The wind is blowing

It is blowing very hard

I don't like the wind.

I love Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh loves to eat honey

Bees chase Winnie the Pooh.

A broken tree cut

Brings no shade to the weary

Then what good is it?

Gracefully slither

He sneaks to the net untouched

With one swing he scores.

The beaches waves hit

Sounding of flooding water

Soothes aches all over

In the coolness
of the empty sixth-month sky...
the cuckoo’s cry. 

Whitecaps on the bay:
A broken signboard banging
In the April wind.

ground squirrel
balancing its tomato
on the garden fence 

As the wind does blow
Across the trees, I see the
Buds blooming in May.

I walk across sand
And find myself blistering
In the hot, hot heat

Falling to the ground,
I watch a leaf settle down
In a bed of brown.

It’s cold and I wait
For someone to shelter me
And take me from here.

I hear crackling
Crunch, of today’s new found day
And know it won’t last

Falling to the ground,
I watch a leaf settle down
In a bed of brown.


A cricket disturbed
the sleeping child; on the porch
a man smoked and smiled.

I'm turning over
look out and give me room there
you cricket, you.  

Those who came before
shall forever be with us
always remembered

Children learn from us
teach them about ancestors
start a family tree.

Butterflies are cool
in the big, huge, forest
they fly us so high

Months go flying by
they are very beautiful
fluttering around.

Ladybugs are red
and have black spot on their wings
experts at flying

A fat bee stings me
it hurts very badly but
i do not cry though

The bee flies quickly
it turns around stings me
then falls to the ground.

storms ranging
breached levees of sanity
lives swept away

rain swollen river
lost in swirling darkness
madness in their eyes

Receding waters
absents some forgotten
soils where they once were.