be that as it may
mishapen contemplation
mankind in smitten vortex

beware my mistake
it's really spelt limerence
i love corrections

beware limerance
you might think it's the real thing
until the rush fades

if love is a drug
then lots of people o.d.
or get hangovers

It's bumpy or smooth.
The only variation
in anyone's life

a voice in the wind
heard...then whipped away soundless
is still remembered

although probably
if it was realer, it would
hurt far more? dunno

even if it's not
really bad or even real
anguish is still real

even if it's not
what you would have thought of as
really being love

those still unaware:
be informed that love is hell,
even if it's not.

thanks, mellie, for that
extremely nice inclusion--
complimentary

spider, weave a gown
~silky~ that clings like water
swirled about my hips
as dew it should fall
lit by dawn~like diamonds
the larks have sewn on
then as he comes near
so close to see ~ he'll be caught
content not to pass

Stately Kaga-san
With shiny sequined jacket -
What lies underneath?

Slightly evil grin,
Munching yellow peppers,
Kaga should be mine!

mango tree dripping
plump juicy fruit ripening
flying fox squealing

Funny exercise
Might be worth a bad haiku,
maybe even two...

this old man, he knows
this old cat well enough to
find a lane, a train..

the perfect hit, ron
this is haiku history
preserved on the web

night duty beckons
i wish it would go away
or perhaps i could

lesson planning time
looked for haiku history
found awful poems

drizzling sunday cool
boiled egg with toast dippers
lie about reading

false expectations
catharsis and renewal
a happy new year

welcome paradox
anarchic optimism
i might yet emerge

prime resolution
no interactive haiku
self-indulgence, ho!

brand new calendar
fresh course of nihilism
i love a parade

Domino's Dots kill
local gnome, friends threaten to
release that "noid" tape.

and it's coming up
the White Mountains when it comes
slam, bang, hills of snow

Vicious Vermicious
Knid, I miss the old you
please put down that boy

listen quietly
the hush of winter silence
snows white peacefulness

she's still roaring and
as always, the gentle voice
silences Morgoth

what's some of the ot?
let others think about it
i gotta sleep now

oh yeah, forgot
might have been better to say
grandma has a cock

for read read real
I shoud be asleep in bed
kookaburras laugh

what was that about?
maybe it's me who's lost it
I don't think is is

the choices are made
I can make my own and
decide the stressful ones

I cannot make the minds here
be other than what they are
the wave

some people fight for
everything they have because
it's all others allowed...

hey, if you open
the door and stop playing
buddy clique

maybe this place can turn out
writing and not be an online
version of a McDonald's staff

if it strikes a nerve
with the insecure often
insults are the last resort

cool, ash, i hadn't
noticed until you pointed
it out to me

oh look, its near five!
time for running out the door.
enthusiasm!

please stop doing it
enough is really enough
for the rest of us

acrostic haiku
that student of manchester
unveils a new form

I mean it!

dumbass

is haiku number
24277
a profound thought? not!

practice what you preach?

thick blobs of water
frozen into blocks of stone
like crunchy relics

birch white branches bend
boughs ice-laden shimmer in
spanking-new year winds