Category Archives: Poetry

Xtreme Gardening: In Zero Gravity.

In Zero Gravity,

no one can hear you scream,

as your secateurs float away,

and the herbs and vegetables

(that you so carefully planted)

disappear towards a distant galaxy

where the aliens shall feast upon them.

Xtreme Gardening; At the bottom of the Sea.

At the bottom of the sea,

there’s a deep-sea diver – me! –

with a trowel in my hand

(and a towel back on dry-land),

planting the seeds

in the soft sea-bed.

Xtreme Gardening: I’ve bought a little allotment

I’ve bought a little allotment,

an acre on the Moon,

peaceful, quiet (though the soil is none too good);

I haven’t actually been there,

I hope to get there soon.

Notice

“It’s so quiet here,

because we are all at home,

and our lives have changed.”

Vegans in Space

Those Vegans in space

they are so gravity free,

no animals there

to suffer cruelty.

Vegans in space

just floating around

considering their options

for reaching the ground.

Black Bat Night?

“Maud! Maud! Come into the garden!”

“You’re not going to sing at me, are you?”

“Might do.”

Not a Haiku

This is not a Haiku,

even though it does have

the word Haiku in its title,

and also in lines 1, 3,

8, and 9;

but, surely, you can see,

by its structure

that it is not a Haiku.

A Haiku is short –

much shorter than this poem –

and has fewer lines.

When a Haiku cries

When a Haiku cries

the world is a sadder place…

as all poets know.

As if a Haiku…

As if a Haiku…

with all its twists and its turns,

could not satisfy.

Take just one Haiku?

Take just one Haiku

into the shower with me?

You’re having a laugh!