slippery wishes
lace pearls silk
in black and white

flashing cascading
water and light
autumn in a pool

pinkish white pooch
on a couch
upside down smile

meandering stream
dense brush
golden orange light

quite walk
along a channel
moored houseboat

no ending
no beginning
just there

her hand held in mine -
behind tall trees the sun sets,
dark shadows approach

her hand held in mine -
the sun sets behind tall trees,
dark shadows approach

marching
of the seasons
relentlessly relentless

Fast straight flight
Concentration is key
Gold to reach

wake breath energised
relax fulfilled great fun out
then come home. weekend

a sinking feeling
excavating all pockets
coming up empty

Passing through this world
Leave nothing but a foot print
which time will remove

Hold what's beautiful
through our fingers like white sand
Life slips unnoticed.

how do you
i print my foot
eyes opened!

you are
because i am
no answer!

a footprint in the sand
means nothing
to the wind

lumbering buffalo
no longer roaming the plains
on my grill

my ghost asked your ghost
in the elevator ride
with nothing to say

nature contained
four maple trees
in full color

Tango Finland scene
there's so many blond beauties
Must go back real soon.

Finland tango scene
There's so many blond beauties
Must go backrel soon!

Told you i would'nt write about Tango

a fish
balancing a martini
just grand

when your name comes up
i twitch wildly and yell 'fffuck!'
they think it's tourettes

sunshine
I don't see
a drop

Who am I to you
Circles within circles dance
Who are you to me

Just got out of bed
Some realy good haiku's
So nice to read them

Still hard to fathom
Money can't buy happiness
It just promotes smiles

crickets
busily away
disturbing my nap

so many leaves
scurrying along
vying for attention

indian goddess
seen through many twirling veils
sunray pierce through cloud

crinkled autumn leaf,
floats upon a gentle breeze
- slows before my eyes

become one
with the world
of ducks

Thoughts expand in peace
As I reign undisturbed from
The porcelain throne

A boy speaks like a man
but can't escape destiny.
Sill, the fool will speak.

i think that is it
I've been keeping it so long
now I think I may

spent my time, jamming
needles into light sockets
searching for feeling

Asying or asking? english or English? dont or don't? american or American? sylables or syllables?
People in glass houses and all that! Criticism from an ignoramus. What a joke!

Tango oh Tango
I will write about Tango
And criticism!

I'm so Tangoed out
I just got back from Finland
tango, tango Tired

So many "Pretty" Blond girls!!!

Thats all I have to say on the subject of Tango!
Hurt to the core I'll write no more.

I

Work on Sunday sucks
At least the weather is ****
Dream of 5 PM

it's just bad haiku
the poetry critic jumps
no-one hears a thing

you got bad haiku
and i'm a let you finish
but basho was best

when you are mentioned
i burst foul language and wailed
they chewed thoughtfully

in my medicine cabinet,
the winter fly,
has died of old age

in my medicine cabinet,
the winter fly has died,
of old age

Fair enough, pont taken,
this will be the last such post, but I search for pictures to be painted in my mind and all I find is converation...

Correct me if I'm wrong
But this is a site for bad poem.
So bad, they're good.

Don't need a lecture
Don't need a few good pointers
I'll blaze my own path.
Like Issa and Bashuo had to do.
Suck? yes. Having fun? You bet.

can't make you love me
by breathing, i'll let you down
i'll do it again

(pardon my focus
if you want more frogs and ponds
try coloring books)