The monkey dances
He moves, shakes, shimmies, and jives
He wears a Fez hat

Cheesey warm goodness
it glows orange from my bowl
more Mac 'n Cheese please

The monkey points and
Laughs at me. Why must it be,
that he laughs at me

still sane...but I know
shiny metal hats make the
martians go away

snowfall at twilight
the sharp sound of ice breaking
walking in the woods

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english friar Roger Bacon
photographs eclipse

saw cloud that looked like
ufo releasing gas....
oh sooo sleeeepy nowwww....

pheromone exchange
subconscious entanglement
misconstrued as LOVE

purest flakes alight
on curbside tree once adorned
hail suburbia

rhyme? meter? be damned!
sustained theme? such balderdash!
haiku is the way

mute rumination
most inferior haiku
forthcoming, assured

What is this silence?
Inspirational failure
or quiet thinking?

heart rent asunder
eviscerated husk falls
bad, lovelorn haiku

They try to explain
They make a real effort -
But nobody hears

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