Monthly Archives: February 2022

Crikey! A Tricky Reiki Haiku! (or two)

This just might not work:

I have an eerie feeling

that reiki needs hands –

.

a hands-on approach

that reaches the unknown parts

others can not reach.

The Mevagissiat

Perched on top of an unruly head of hair, and an even unrulier head, the Mevagissiat had a better view than most.

‘If only I had eyes!’ thought the Mevagissiat; and lo and behold the Mevagissiat had eyes.

‘I can see!’ said the Mevvagissiat, and saw all the things around: the seagulls,the boats, the people, the people on the boats, the seagulls looking down upon the people on the boats.

The Mevagissiat looked and looked and thought, ‘if only I had a mouth, I could sing about all the things I’ve seen!’ And lo and behold the Mevagissiat had a mouth.

And now the Mevagissiat could sing, and did – but not that well, the Mevvagossiat was ‘not’ a good singer.

As any that happened to cross it’s path would testify.

No Small Matter – Piku #3

This must rhyme

or

Worlds will crumble.

Saturday – Piku #2

Saturday

is

nearly over.

Spinny Things

Spinny Things

dot the landscape,

take my breath away,

and face the oncoming

with all the calm

that a monolith can muster.

All breeze and bluster?

Probably;

but, never the cause of a wind-up.

A Piku?!

Piku #1 (3-1-4 syllables)

I ask you,

“What

is a ‘Piku?’ “

To be a Bee?

To be a bee,

or not to be a bee,

is a hard question

for the likes of me;

because I’m a bee

and have to be a bee;

I have no other choice,

than be a buzzy bee,

do you see?

.

I might like to be a camel,

if I had the chance;

but, one hump or two?

And what does a camel do?

I think I’ll stick to being

a bee,

and keep on beeing,

it seems the thing

for me.

Off to the Beach

I’m off to the beach

to teach the young dudes

how a planet occludes.

No, not really;

I’m taking the dogs

for a walk,

and to teach them to talk.

No, not really;

actually, not the talking part,

just the walking bit.

Just a quick poem to keep a poet’s hand in

Don’t expect too much,

because,

even though I,

probably,

haven’t lost my touch,

this is poetry

and not tag-wrestling.

Stream of Consciousness Haikus… Not!

I write all these words

without counting the ayllables,

or editing, what could go wrong?

.

There, that was easy, wasn’t it?

No fuss, no bother, just write;

and see what happens.

.

Actually, not too bad,

if you’re not counting on quality,

or counting syllables.

.

This could go on all day,

unless the Poetry Crimes Police get involved.

Oh, oh! Here they come!

.

I’ll go quietly Officer.

Honest.

Sorry.