A Scroll Threw Life

Category: haiku

  • More trickle down balderdash #HaikuaDay #haikufeels #haiku #HaikuJournal #journal

  • Once upon a time #HaikuaDay #haiku #poetry #artifact #blog

  • Gotta Dance #HaikuaDay #haiku #poetry

  • Such sweet memoriesSoft breeze o’er Lake MichiganSunset on the dunes

  • Puffery penguinsAll in a row, squawk the squeaksBig bloated bird seeks

  • Enriching others Life bargain to stack more stuff On top of your stuff

  •   foggy morn twaddle high tide lifts all boats they smirk death by trickle down

  •   Peak Dexterity Hit the groove between the songs On spinning album 

  •   I do not take my plum crisp, I much prefer soft wrinkled and moist prunes

  •   Blowin’ in the wind Leaves mimic a kite in flight Without strings attached 

  •   Out in the barnyard Stinkiest foul fowl proclaimed Pheasants bow to me Pecked and scratched his messy mark All his chickens clucked around

  •   feels no need to primp a mushroom is always an attractive fungi

  •   Sitting on my porch Spring rain falling as I clutch Favorite beer cozy

  • Tramp Tramp Tramp Haikus go marching on… #HaikuaDay #haiku #tanka #compilation

  • Shaken Not Stirred #HaikuADay #haiku #HaikuJournal #artifact

  •   Soft shoulders above Velveteen bodice below Romance is afoot

  •   all good fun until first radioactive wave covers your hare pie

  •   He had his orders Sir Daffodil Dragonfly Slay all the Griffons 

  •   built reality on low-res timeline, now queued for hi-res render

  •   A fishy story  Once upon a tadpole tale A hook closed the book

  •   Eating mulberries  Nap on the cool soft park grass Simple joys of youth

  •   Slap happy pappy?  Hoosier mamma drama joke? Jog my memory

  •   Passion for fashion With all those palettes clashing Never been my style Not sayin’ I’m dull or nuthin’ But gray’s my color druthers

  •   Out on the corner  Arm outstretched with my palm up Need some spare night change

  •   a thought for the day positive to negative my daily discharge

  •   because how we roll spin pitch and yaw through our space lucky to live on a planet so nice we get equinox equinox twice

  •   I was buried deep Only then could I begin To dig myself out 

  •   Summer day bike ride  Found a wet cement pillar  At sun baked streets end City park bubbler welcome  At last a cooling swallow 

  •   I’m over my head Taken the plunge and let go Awash in living

  •   Gusty branches groan  Willows sway and start to bud Coaxed into new life