Everyone gets sick
by all the nuclear shit.
Get off your ass, help!

Every Earthquake
Every little heartbreak
Crashes on my shore

Poor People Japan
We\'re trying the best we can
Help you till the end!

Hey Japan, whats up?
For you and all your people
Wish you the best luck

They need our help there
Let\'s write some Haiku\'s in here
And give to Japan

Many have fallen
Homeless kids on Japan`s streets
Not a nice picture

Waves come to Japan
This was bad day for Japan
Pray for the people

If it happend you
You will need helping hands too
Think how you can help

I like your sushi
I like your cherry blossoms
I like your spring rolls

During sad moment
We as the same human beings
Pray to the love ones

Earthquake and the wave
everything has changed there but
where is the happy end?

Petals on the ground
Like the fallen people of Japan
Back to earth again

light of the morning
brightens the spirit within
cheers a waning poet

fresh water and foods
seek the way of pure calmness
humbleness and work

one from blue sky land
enlighten us with goodness
sage of happiness

Why so much anger?
Wasting energy on hate -
Wasp in a jam jar.

I love how breeze
Blows through my furrowed eyebrows
And into your soul

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