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The Rocksstars in Doom
Investing time in people
Bowie Bank builds bombs

Each sun aggravates
sadness moment by moment:
watching lonely street

Sitting cross-legged
the Hutch receptionist
behind the glass

Spring returns:
autumn in my courtyard
unending

Two butterflies rest
on the butterfly tattooed
on her sunning back

fallen from the ear
slightly above the shoulder
creating bling-bling

The chill of winter
Fills my lungs and slows the world
A dormant rebirth

The hairy critters
Dancing among the tree tops
Munch on Bananas

i must be dreaming
the ocean has clashed with land
the earth is speaking

Pain, lame pain of love ones
Release the pressure.
Let me breathe!

To reach the branch
raising her other arm--
twisted hibiscus

Pausing between bites
on the guava tree
the parrots

Dew covers the grass.
Old Glory drapes the casket.
Taps cries out mournfully.

picking peaches, warm
and heavy as a baby
asleep in my arms

Her shapely figure
in orange blouse and blue jeans
strained at the hips

Frogs sunning on lily pad
as the dragonflys go by
and ladybugs fly

2005
downloaded more than listened
feel bloated and sad

Haiku is not taught.
Don't ask the frog or the moon.
It's the moment now.

Four red candles burn
their flames bending too and fro
each alone, like them

Forbidden Goodbye
Promotes our season to change
Great hope lies ahead

Smell of sweet cedar.
Short path leading to blue bench.
Ginger, bright yellow.

West-mind tries to say
Something. East-mind says:
Listen to the wind.

The bee was drowning.
I offered a dry leaf.
It seemed important.

Who teaches haiku?
Is it the moon in autumn
or the belching frog?

An old dry snakeskin
now blending into the earth.
No memories there.

Literary life!
Throw it away while you can.
Make friends with the sea.

No comparisons
for this feeling of deep loss.
Dry creek. Dead branches.

December evening.
From a bare sycamore branch
the white moon ascends.

Tintoretto clouds.
Any moment now, cherubs
may fall from the blue.

Blue heron. Red koi.
Two hawks circle overhead.
Cat watches and waits.

December morning.
Frost sparkles on black rooftops.
Silence. Nothing moves.

Leaden autumn sky.
Explosion of raucous crows
and sycamore leaves.

I am the white owl!!!
Coming down fast to get you!!!
My little grey mouse!!!!

Ruby maple leaves
catch the last fire of the day.
Commuters crawl home.

Parchment pale full moon
rising through pines and pink clouds,
Caught in dark branches.

The stream, Buddha's tongue,
red autumn leaves, His body.
The chill wind, His breath.

Happiness, come in.
Warm yourself by my small fire.
Tell me your story.

Evening. Deep stillness.
Far away, a slow freight train.
Outside, black sky. Stars.

Deep sapphire blue sky.
White impressions of slow clouds.
Listen! Church bells! Noon.

Sunrise pink jet trail
Blazes across morning sky.
Crows fight, squirrels chitter.

New moon. Diamond star.
Lanterns glow along a path.
Sudden wind! Door slams.

She is far away
Absence.. The heart grows fonder
Love.. is here to stay

I saw him walk by
visions of the Magdalene
battle starts again

his name was noble
our hearts may have been truthful
but we'll never know

Days after the 'quake
staring at the rubble--
a homeless widow

the vibrant red rose
the red is the first to see,
do not forget thorns

A bulbul
watching from the snapped twig--
empty street

Swiftly passes by
a yellow snake on the grass---
moistened trail of love

cold buds awaken
heavy clouds huddle from wind
carpets of blossom

The window is grey.
Pitter patter sounds the rain.
I fall back to sleep.

Behold, Butterly!
Your time is come. Spring is here.
Rise! Wake the world!

Rainsong. Needs no words
no written notes to
sing a message. Peace

Haiku. Seventeen
syllables forming pictures
in questioning minds

Tastier my tea
with her one sip
I keep the cup

In my dying day
I will laugh and cry for you
On my happy day

In the winter grey
I sleep in the floating mist
Alas!! A leaf falls

Writing with strands of
watery hair on her bare back
a love haiku

Independence Day -
the poster of Gandhi
rather faded

the full moon mounts
the slope of it's fine orbit
drenched in orange

margaret schaefler
in my arms under venus
the morning star

Lego Building Blocks
Architectural wonder
Late night bare foot pain

Not for me the rain
Give me some tea and let me
watch from the window

In ten hours I see
The mountains and the rivers
In one train journey

jewel in the water
matches my spring kimono
hiding place for koi

nectar in its throat
the hidden promise of spring
to my tongue revealed

built by his own hand
grandpa gone the barn remains
fading memories

not even waiting
til evening cool chases heat
noisy cicadas

by my windowsill
softly plucking the koto
golden moon rising

Walk to the Ocean
Infinity calls to you
Bathe in the glory

Fly from the Mainstream
Deviation Migration
Flow to the center

Windblown and Lonely
You look to the western sky
The future comes here

What little time spent
Watching her grow so quickly
Now becomes a bride

morning sun
coloring sky and snow <>
bamboo dancing

freefall in white mists
forward anonymous back
rivers flow unseen

cemetery path --
under the cherry blossoms
one black umbrella

tulip festival--
the colours of all the cars
in the parking lot

meteor shower . . .
a gentle wave
wets our sandals

ANWR saved for wildlife
Its proctection pushed aside
Now bleeds crude for U.S.

i sit in my cube
yearn for the mountains and fish
bee cee tee oh five

Spring's child skips slowly
One step forward of normal
Not so hollow man

Their paths cut through glass
unopposed ripples pushing
back reaching to shore.

animals abound
wreaking pain upon my mind
Mishima, my shield

When blood runs cold, dry
am I just the deeds I've done
or spring's child again

sitting in silence
Daruma meditating
in Japanese

sacred tender dream
soaring, overwhelming
embrace me and hold love

Dance on the razor
Poverty is not distant
One paycheck away

Fresh scrolls of spring rain,
foam calligraphy in streams.
Love poems to the sea.

Raindrops on jasmine,
diamonds in the morning sun.
The chirping of frogs.

Jasmine. Gardenias.
Tangerine and orange blossoms.
Suddenly, it's spring!

Here, two rivers meet.
O, fair city. O, Bagdhad.
Tomb of innocents.

That was a cafe.
Friends were having dinner.
Now, a rubble heap.

Quick white butterfly
There, in the honeysuckle,
A flying flower!

A dove coos, bullfrogs
croak -- deepening shadows grow,
announce blue twilight.

Sunset comes early.
Nighttime is not far behind.
Another day, gone.

I thirst for silence,
Deep, healing oblivion,
Place beyond all words.