Monthly Archives: July 2019

I am ‘no’ Haiku

I am ‘no’ Haiku

I am no Haiku;

I might look like one,

but I assure you, I’m not.

When Haiku Go Bad

When Haiku Go Bad

It is a surprise

to ev’ry single person

when a Haiku turns

from quiet and safe

to being a vicious thing –

like a mad tiger.

“Haiku are for life!”

“Haiku are for life “

When you choose Haiku,

be sure you can care for them;

they’re for the long haul.

Like Sheeps In The Night

Like Sheeps In The Night

We passed

like sheeps in the night,

exchanging glances

with no one,

passing comments with the night,

counting the sheeps that passed us, too;

as they glanced our way

and exchanged comments

to the stars that shone, not.

She Sells Seashells (revisited)

She Sells Seashells (revisited)

She sells seashells on the Seychelles sea shore…

she used to sell seashells on the Scilly Isles sea shore;

sadly, she stopped selling Scilly Isles shells on the Scilly Isles sea shore,

where she swore she sold several seashells;

but the taxman said she sold many, many more.

When a Haiku Dies

When a Haiku Dies

When a Haiku dies

there is a time of mourning,

in the afternoon.

IIRC

IIRC

If I remember correctly

the last laugher laughs longest;

but, I could be wrong –

memory serves me well,

or not,

as it sees fit.

And, IIRC,

he who hesitates

is lost –

or found,

as my feet touch the ground,

or leave it.

“Discarded Haiku!”

“Discarded Haiku!”

Discarded Haiku

litter the streets of my town;

I add this to them.

”Say Cheese!” @ILoveSayCheese @PortEliotFestival

”Say Cheese!” @ILoveSayCheese @PortEliotFestival

“Say Cheese!”

If you’re feeling hungry

at a festival;

and you need a bite to eat,

and you want what’s best of all…

look around – with your eyes,

walk around – with your feet;

and look out for the shocking yellow shack:

“Where is it?

Look! There it is!”

There’s a smiling one out front,

a hard-working crew out back;

they’ll cook you a fine Cheese Toastie,

or a delicious Cheese ‘n’ Mac.

(it really should be, a ‘Mac ‘n’ Cheese’, you see;

but, for a rhyme, that, creates a lack).

And it’s not cheese as you know it,

it’s one hundred percent plant-based;

so no dairy, hairy-faced lies –

and gorgeous they do taste.

And I almost thought I heard them say:

“Our ‘Cheese’ is so cool,

it could almost walk on water!”

and if they didn’t say that, then they oughta.

She Walks In Beauty – Lord Byron

She Walks In Beauty – Lord Byron

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow’d to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!