Basho would be proud
Of my brilliant haiku verse
It is about spring

Strange feeling buzzes
Around my brain area
The coming of spring

Oh how I love thee
Spring flowers blooming about
Lady and the sea

Ba to BA
Tango at terminal 5
Flying Milonga

British airways holds a milonga in terminal 5 to announce its maiden flight direct to Buenos Aires.

Suddenly I wake
Ah! Spring announces itself
With birdsong and light

bwahahahaha
all your bases are belong
we love you no time

Look inside your heart -
Intention is everything,
Beauty and decay.

Liken it to snow
The winter of discontent
Of my stupid life

In the middle that
Is how I really like it
Yes, in the middle

Stuck in the still pond
A froggie and its brethren
Tadpoles they once were.

Oh how I love this
Makes my creative juices
Flow like a river

Have been here so long
Through my empty vacant mind
Seven years ago

you are where you are
meanwhile on the planet earth
here\'s some bad haiku

sweet zabadooey
your eloquent submission
says more than you can

None of this is here
I love how it is soaring
Above the treeline.

Nicely I said nice
That is how my writing is
Over the rainbow

Spring; o how you come
I have a feeling about
The greenness of you

Marriage; in my view
A wholesome refuge from the
mundane existance.

The wonderland is
Lofting quietly in the
Winter of my dreams

I love the rain in
The morning; Lo the dew doth
Fall slowly to ground

another cold day
waiting on the front door porch,
a grumpy black cat.

oh zabadooey
all your bases are belong
will you never learn ?

Haiku is my life
I have so much more to say
But now I must go

The best in the world
People referring to me
My princely figure

All unique snowflakes
They all come fluttering down
Across universe.

Mushrooms are pleasant
Their beautiful and shapely
Forms grace this fine earth

Oh here we all go
Skipping merrily along
In the late summer

Flowers, oh how they
Russle in the spring breezes
On my horizons

I Zabadooey
I play with myself nightly
I love bad haiku

it happens like that
haiku haiku ev\'rywhere
not a stop to think

a high school project
flooding you with (bad) haikus
like a Tsunami

Saw many colours.
Brown, blue and red the worst one
invisible...

We sit here and cry
While the people have to die
Let them know we try

When the world is dead,
And the memories are gone,
Will angels be sad?

pacific island
place where the sun rises first
now going thorugh a crysis

Japan in my heart
in Newspapers all day long
brings them death and pain

Japan needs a Dollar
Dollar, Dollar is what they need, yeah
Japan needs a Dollar

World so hard and cold
comes together help Japan
in hard time of life

Liechetnstein my home
can\'t imagine a better
smile as long you can

The world is so shocked
about that what has happened
they need really quick help

Earthquake and Tsunami
there\'s nothing good or even great
happy to escape

Me no like Haiku
Me is dwarf digging me hole
Never seen japan

\"Japan, you my dear,
we are sad what has happened
go on grow again\"

We destroy ourself
we don\'t carry this a lot
\'till the real big end

Children without parents
broken homes without owners
world without people

no moment to think
just this horrible huge fear
no help for anyone

Horrible big wave
sad, real moments in black
a new flower buds

The birds are singing
the mother\'s quiet crying
hope will not leave us

Sunset in Japan
Petals are closed, sky is grey
They lie quietly

Cherry trees, water
Everything is destroyed
So many people need help