tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91289550405790819722011-04-21T20:32:54.072-07:00terrytiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10386235938787416585noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128955040579081972.post-31460973378577173022008-12-28T12:44:00.000-08:002009-03-11T15:05:31.527-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">cranes and trains<br />evening quiet broken<br />bayou bonfouca</span><br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmiR3_5otBw/SXO30TAVOBI/AAAAAAAAADY/otzNRV-SNc8/s1600-h/03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292776096173209618" style="WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vmiR3_5otBw/SXO30TAVOBI/AAAAAAAAADY/otzNRV-SNc8/s320/03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong><br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>bayou bonfouka<br />standing still<br />high tide<br /><br /><br />pennies<br />crossing the hood<br />joggers<br /><br /><br />dogs cower<br />under the bed<br />new years rockets<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="color:#993399;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>stuck inside, sick<br />the revelry goes on<br />fat tuesday<br /></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>in the company<br />of crows-<br />left wing politics<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>impatient flowers<br />brighten the day--<br />gray sky<br /><br /><br /><br />low moon<br />reflecting off the snow<br />golden yellow<br /><br /><br />narrow road<br />to the far left-<br />politics<br /><br /><br />Willow leaves dance<br />in the winter chill—<br />warm memories persist<br /><br /><br />full Moon<br />looking bigger than usual-<br />perigee moon<br /><br /><br />white roses<br />finally fade<br />winter chill<br /><br /><br />turning the page<br />rose petals pressed tight<br />library book<br /><br /><br />words leap<br />into the new year<br />twenty o nine<br /><br /><br />leap second--<br />one second added<br />last year </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><strong>(2008)</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9128955040579081972-3146097337857717302?l=terrytip.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>terrytiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10386235938787416585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128955040579081972.post-21085852794292609402008-04-19T14:47:00.001-07:002009-01-28T12:39:03.531-08:00<em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:180%;">HAIKU SENRYU TERRYTIP</span> </span></span></strong><br /></em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">is a platform to display </span></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">my HAIKU &amp; SENRYU attemps. </span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm new to writing haiku &amp; Senryu, so C&amp;C is welcome....</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><a href="mailto:terrytip@hotmail.com"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em><strong>terrytip@hotmail.com</strong></em></span></a> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">My BOOK BAG:</span></span></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>HAIKU </strong></span></span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">The Other World</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Richard Wright</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">1998</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>The Spring Of My Life</strong></span></span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">And selected Haiku</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">KOBAYSHI ISSA</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Translated by Sam Hamill</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">1997</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>back roads to far towns</strong></span></span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">by Corman and Kamaike Susumu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">1968</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Unforgetten Dreams</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Poems by the Zen Monk Shotetsu (1381-1459)</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>edited and translated by Steven D. Carter</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">1997</span></strong><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">a glimpse of red</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">red moon press</span><br /></strong><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>2000 </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>The Unswept Path </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Contempory American Haiku </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Edited by John Brandi and Dennis Malony</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>2005</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><p><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">A Haiku Managrie Living Creatures </span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">in Poems and Prints<br />By Stephan Addiss with Frumiko and Yamamoto </span><br /></span></span></strong><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>2005/1992<br /></strong><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Haiku Seasons of Japanese Poetry<br />Edited by Johanna Brownell </strong></span><br /></span></span><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>2001<br /></strong><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Sun Under Wood<br />Robert Hass </strong></span><br /></span></span><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">1996<br /><br />The Essential HAIKU Verisons of BASHO, BUSON, &amp; ISSA<br />Edited by Robert Hass </span><br /></span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">1994<br /><br />The HAIKU Anthology </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Edited by Cor Van Den Heuvel third edition </span><br /></span></span></strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>1999<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Writing and Enjoying Haiku A hands on Guide<br />Jane Reichold </strong></span><br /></span></span><strong><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">2002<br /><br />The HAIKU handbookHow to Write Share and Teach Haiku</span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color:#990000;">William J. Higginson with Penny Harter </span><br /></span></strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>1985<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>classic Haiku a master's selection<br />Selected &amp; Translated by Yuzuru Miura </strong></span><br /></span></span><strong><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">2001/1991<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">The Classic Tradition of HAIKU An Anthology<br />Edited by Faubion Bowers </span></span><br /></strong><strong><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">1996<br /><br />The Four Seasons Japanese Haiku written by BASHO, BUSON, </span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">ISSA, SHIKI, and many others<br />Second Series<br />The Peter Pauper Press </span><br /></span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">1958<br /><br />Japanese Haiku by BASHO, BUSON, </span><br /></span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">ISSA SHIKI, SOKAN, KIKAKU and others<br />Translated by Peter Beileson The peter pauper press </span><br /></span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">1955/56<br /><br />The Sound of Water Haiku </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">by Basho, Buson, Issa, and other poets </span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">Translated by Sam Hamill </span><br /></span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"><strong>1995<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>One Man's Moon 50 haiku </strong></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>by basho, Buson, Issa, hakuin, Shiki, Santoka<br />Versions by Ced Corman </strong></span><br /></span></span><strong><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">1984<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Narrow Road to the Interior and other Writings<br />Translated by Sam Hamill </span></span><br /></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">1998<br /><br />The Narrow Road to the Deep North </span></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">and other travel Sketches Matsuo Basho </span><br /></span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">Translated from the Japanese<br />by Nobuyuki Yuasa </span><br /></span></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">1966<br /><br />Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan<br />Translated by Shepley Omor and Kochi Doi </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">1935 </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">The Authentic Confusius</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">A life of Thought and Politics </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Annping Chin 2007</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">1935 </span><br /></span><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /></span><br /></strong><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><em>All books bought </em>used<em> on line....</em></span><em> </em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">LINKS...</span></strong><br /><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/neworleanshaikusociety/"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/<span style="color:#ff0000;">neworleanshaikusociety</span>/</span></em></a><br /><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/oldteahouse/"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/<span style="color:#3333ff;">oldteahouse</span>/</span></em></a><br /><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/simply_haiku/"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/<span 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src="http://images.capwiz.com/img/stickers/yourorgmod/top.gif" /></td></tr><tr><td><img src="http://images.capwiz.com/img/stickers/yourorgmod/left.gif" /></td><td valign="center" align="middle" width="48" bgcolor="white" height="26"><input maxlength="5" size="5" name="azip"></td><td><input type="image" src="http://images.capwiz.com/img/stickers/yourorgmod/right.gif" border="0"></td></tr><tr><td colspan="3"><img src="http://images.capwiz.com/img/stickers/yourorgmod/bottom.gif" /></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>narrow road</strong></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>to the far left-</strong></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>politics</strong></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>terrytip</strong></span></p><p><a href="http://www.congress.org/congressorg/mail/compose/?type=CO&amp;state=LA&amp;azip=70461&amp;mailid=custom">http://www.congress.org/congressorg/mail/compose/?type=CO&amp;state=LA&amp;azip=70461&amp;mailid=custom</a> </p><p><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">How to write Haiku</span> </strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>In japanese, the rules for how to write Haiku are clear, and will not be discussed here. In foreign languages, there exist NO consensus in how to write Haiku-poems. Anyway, let's take a look at the basic knowledge:<br />What to write about? </strong></span></p><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><p><br />Haiku-poems can describe almost anything, but you seldom find themes which are too complicated for normal PEOPLE's recognition and understanding. Some of the most thrilling Haiku-poems describe daily situations in a way that gives the reader a brand new experience of a well-known situation.<br />The metrical pattern of Haiku </p><p><br />Haiku-poems consist of respectively 5, 7 and 5 syllables in three units. In japanese, this convention is a must, but in english, which has variation in the length of syllables, this can sometimes be difficult. </p><p><br />The technique of cutting.<br />The cutting divides the Haiku into two parts, with a certain imaginative distance between the two sections, but the two sections must remain, to a degree, independent of each other. Both sections must enrich the understanding of the other.<br />To make this cutting in english, either the first or the second line ends normally with a colon, long dash or ellipsis. </p><p><br />The seasonal theme.<br />Each Haiku must contain a kigo, a season word, which indicate in which season the Haiku is set. For example, cherry blossoms indicate spring, snow indicate winter, and mosquitoes indicate summer, but the season word isn't always that obvious. </p><p><br />Please notice that Haiku-poems are written under different rules and in many languages. For translated Haiku-poems, the translator must decide whether he should obey the rules strictly, or if he should present the exact essence of the Haiku. For Haiku-poems originally written in english, the poet should be more careful. </p><p>These are the difficulties, and the pleasure of Haiku.</p><p></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">First learn the rules</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">Then you can break the rules</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">BUT first... Learn the rules</span></strong></span></p><p>.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9128955040579081972-2108585279429260940?l=terrytip.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>terrytiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10386235938787416585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128955040579081972.post-63478671245027302532008-04-19T14:39:00.000-07:002008-10-10T20:53:30.645-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Issa revisited the same theme </strong><br /><strong>over and over in his life time </strong><br /><strong>bringing new insight each time...</strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Buzzz___<br />swimming in my cup<br />defiant fly</span></strong><br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">coffee brewing-<br />her breasts pressed to my back<br />opposing urges</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-size:130%;">tiny ballerina<br />watching cappuccino brew<br />on tippy toes </span></span></strong><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">a week later<br />tiny ballerina<br />an uncore</span></strong> </span><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /></p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></strong><p><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-size:130%;">sunday's coffeehouse<br />overhead fans buzzing round<br />steaming coffee or iced tea</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">sunday's coffeehouse<br />internet friends close at hand</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">rain clouds outside </span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">sunday's coffeehouse<br />brown bottle stands sentinel<br />left behind empty </span></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">sunday's coffeehouse<br />all the regulars in their place<br />steaming coffee and wireless</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">sunday's coffeehouse<br />steaming coffee and biscoti sit<br />hand holding</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">sunday's coffeehouse<br />wireless computer and notebook<br />steaming coffee and homework</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">sunday's coffeehouse<br />passing traffic<br />people watching </span></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">sunday's coffeehouse<br />super albino turtle with a shell<br />chill'n out</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">sunday's coffeehouse<br />cool blues wailing<br />hot coffee perking</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-size:130%;">blue yahama guy</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">decked out in racing leathers<br />sipping iced coffee</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">sunday's coffeehouse<br />my CC's Coffeehouse card<br />exausted needs filling</span></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">(c) terrytip 2007<br />Terry A Steudlein </span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></strong><a href="mailto:terrytip@hotmail.com"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Comment/Critique</span></strong></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p></span><a href="https://www.myccscard.com/index.cs?id=home" target="_self"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9128955040579081972-6347867124502730253?l=terrytip.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>terrytiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10386235938787416585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128955040579081972.post-90753330462685154372008-04-19T14:23:00.000-07:002008-12-29T12:00:55.915-08:00<span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Hay, from up here<br />I can see my house__<br />Scoville is it name</strong><br /></span></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>on your toes<br />electrons dance<br />the transfer-ionization process</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>look up_<br />the moon is hiding<br />the beehive<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />( May 10th </span><a href="http://www.space.com/spacewatch/080502-ns-moon-beehive.HTML"><span style="font-size:78%;">http://www.space.com/spacewatch/080502-ns-moon-beehive.HTML</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> )</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>internal organs<br />stripped of their rainbow colors<br />dry in the sun</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>666___<br />the number of a man<br />key to the code__ 36<br /><br />figure it out / live forever<br /><br /><br />braving the alien sky<br />serpents shedding scales<br />couple in broad daylight<br /><br /><br /><br />organic_<br />whole food mart<br />plutonian reference<br /><br /><br /><br />spring moon</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>look up</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>kibo in place</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><a href="http://www.space.com/php/video/player.php?video_id=080311-kibo"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>http://www.space.com/php/video/player.php?video_id=080311-kibo</strong></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Pi in the sky<br />GRB080319B<br />gamma ray burst<br /></span></strong></span><a href="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/218810main_grb_20080320_HI.jpg"></a><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">naked eye / afterglow<br /><br /><br /></span></strong></span><a href="http://science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2008/21mar_nakedeye.htm?list928150"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>http://science.nasa.gov/headlines/y2008/21mar_nakedeye.htm?list928150</strong></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">gathering</span></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> _<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>metamorphoses and shape shifting<br />under spread wings</strong><span style="color:#000000;"> </span><br /><br /><br /><strong>nightgown flutters</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>brilliant light transforming</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>sound of trumpets<br /><br /><br />silent nights </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>broken alien amagaeru__</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>croak back warnings<br /><br /><br />using a pick </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>he cleans his blue-tooth </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>alien carnivore<br /><br /><br />winter storms </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>rage my mind </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>wanders dark star swept away<br /><br /><br />night feeders<br />rape tree of life </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>cities dark cry<br /><br /><br />handy man </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>with stone hammer </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>and agile gait<br /><br /><br />global warming-- </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>pushing us to reach the stars </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>our past following<br /><br /><br />heat seeking missiles </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>strike at the heart</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Valentine passion<br /><br /><br />strings pool on the floor </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>tachyons at sub-luminal speed </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>create extra time dimensions<br /><br /><br />the blind man </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>drove the turnpike</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>his seeing-eye-dog rode shotgun<br /><br /><br />Adam's alien genes- </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>those who from heaven came<br />put our mark on him<br /><br /><br />returning to the sea </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>she prepares for mutant offspring </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>singing a sea shanty lyric<br /><br /><br />having a Dexter moment </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>I put down my blade- </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>my steak is too bloody<br /><br /><br />the chill of the kill </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>awaking a kinder spirit in Cody </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Dexter's dark shadow<br /><br /><br />pixels being deleted by the virus- </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>her image </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>slipped from my mind<br /><br /><br />red star rising</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>close encounter with Earth</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>brighter than Sirius<br /><br /><br />"cosmic sumo wrestlers / locked in combat."<br /><br /><br />autobahn to hell </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>under construction<br />soul-booth closed<br /><br /><br />17P/Holmes swallows </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Mirfak constellation Perseus<br />suffers loss silently<br /><br /><br />comet 17P/HOLMES </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>competes with sun in size<br />moon hides in shame<br /><br /></strong></span><a href="http://www.ifa.hawaii.edu/faculty/jewitt/holmes.html"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>http://www.ifa.hawaii.edu/faculty/jewitt/holmes.html</strong></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:78%;"></p></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">entering paradise _</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">medicine arriving too late </span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">f</span></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>or his departure </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /><br />eerie half-light</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>grotesque skeletons dance<br />threatening rain clouds</strong><span style="color:#000000;"> </span><br /><br /><strong>in my pocket </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>cold metal </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>chilling my fingers<br /><br /><br />still breathing hard </strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>s</strong></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>tench of blood and death </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>fear leaking from her eyes<br /><br /><br />launch date </strong></span></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>s</strong></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>huttle atlantis </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>moon watching<br /><br /><br />red moon rising </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>origins of the space age </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Sputnick<br /><br /><br />deadly Dexter </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>dark passenger </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>out for a spin<br /><br /><br />hunger profiteers</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>on industrial farm</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>need image makeover<br /><br /><br />(c) terrytip 2007 2008</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9128955040579081972-9075333046268515437?l=terrytip.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>terrytiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10386235938787416585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128955040579081972.post-87228450412443140442008-04-19T13:22:00.000-07:002008-12-31T18:23:09.495-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>winters past<br />fresh in the mind<br />snowflakes<br /><br /><br />mother's diary<br />found in the attic<br />she was young once too<br /><br /><br />no snow today<br />memories of past winters<br />southern living<br /><br /><br />hand in hand<br />tiny foot prints on sandy shore<br />chasing clouds<br /><br /><br />in this cold bed<br />your warmth surrounds me<br />winter winds<br /><br /><br />winter storm<br />parking lot seagulls<br />far from the sea<br /><br /><br />chasing clouds<br />brisk morning breezes<br />refreshing the spirit<br /><br /><br />chasing clouds<br />sun and moon play tag<br />cool morning jog<br /><br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>winters past<br />fresh in the mind<br />new snowflakes<br /><br /><br /><br />day moon<br />checking his reflection<br />the risen sun<br /><br /><br />sparks of light<br />your shadow on the wall<br />burning love letters<br /><br /><br /><br />boats returning<br />under crescent moon<br />the bayou<br /><br /><br />crescent moon<br />over the dock<br />boats returning<br /><br /><br />dusk on the bayou<br />boats return to the dock<br />crescent moon</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><br /><br /><br />crescent moon<br />night sounds<br />descend over the bayous<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><br />bayou boats<br />returning to the dock<br />crescent moon<br /><br /><br />Veterans day parade<br />she pulls his jacket close<br />against the cold<br /><br /><br />big sister<br />cradles new born twins<br />_don't cry<br /><br /><br />November blooms<br />in the rose garden<br />sound of twins<br /><br /><br />November blooms<br />in the rose garden<br />birth of twins<br /><br />Indian summer<br />shocked into reality<br />first cold night<br /><br /><br /><br />Bayou waters<br />moving up stream...<br />with the tide,<br /><br /><br />nonchalant<br />white heron<br />sits watching<br /><br /><br />butterfly dream<br />a ray of evening sun<br />she passes by<br /><br /><br />home alone<br />memories more vivid<br />each passing day<br /><br /><br /><br />two years post-Katrina<br />butterfly crawling out his cocoon<br />landscape still scarred </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><br />bayou blues<br />heron on a cypress knee<br />black bass on high alert<br /><br /><br /><br />ten small clouds<br />scud across evening sky<br />chasing Basho<br /><br /><br />write rewrite<br />write again<br />quest for haiku<br /><br />on my nose<br />begging not to be swatted<br />pesky fly<br /><br /><br />miscarriage forgotten<br />November buds<br />double joy<br /><br />cherished treasures<br />nested silver boxes<br />the Chinese alchemistmy<br /><br /><br /><br />potted ivy<br />the luna moth<br />takes refuge<br /><br /><br />street vendor<br />bar-b-que squid<br />and soba rama<br /><br /><br /><br />sunset tranquility<br />heart pounding still<br />birth of a son<br /><br /><br />experts everywhere<br />rules made to be broken<br />write rewrite<br /><br /><br />my haiku<br />breaking all the rules<br />write rewrite<br /><br />yellow butterfly<br />trys to hide<br />among pink impatiens<br /><br /><br />entering one way<br />illeviating traffic congestion<br />leaving another<br /><br />loosing all her friends<br />gaining wisdom<br />because of winn dixie<br /><br /><br />fresh plowed fields<br />the smell of biscuits<br />a new day begins<br /><br /><br />slender water fall<br />a child's cupped hands<br />a kitchen tap<br /><br /><br />white egret watches<br />rain dropped surface<br />bayou<br /><br /><br />petunia in a pot<br />growing larger everyday<br />___twins<br /><br /><br />egret perched<br />high on a dead pinepost-<br />post katrina<br /><br /><br />understand this___<br />the kingdom of God<br />eternity is now<br /><br /><br /><br />gnarled willow<br />tendrils dipping<br />bayou life<br /><br /><br />over my head___<br />Basho's Haiku<br />drifts with the clouds<br /><br /><br />popeye's fried chicken<br />served on grandmother's fine china<br />fragrance of her kitchen<br /><br /><br />my tea pot<br />has another cup<br />inside </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmiR3_5otBw/SDjfgwSAHvI/AAAAAAAAABw/qRt7IkUXxKc/s1600-h/100_1784.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204155123235823346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vmiR3_5otBw/SDjfgwSAHvI/AAAAAAAAABw/qRt7IkUXxKc/s320/100_1784.jpg" border="0" /></a></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong><br />time standing still<br />the wall clock<br />needs winding<br /><br /><br /><br />candle light </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>open box sparkling</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><strong>_cold feet<br /><br /><br />tighty whites<br />slide over my butt<br />getting tighter everyday<br /><br /><br />(c) terrytip 2007</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9128955040579081972-8722845041244314044?l=terrytip.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>terrytiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10386235938787416585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128955040579081972.post-83853129387573570602008-04-19T13:13:00.000-07:002009-03-11T00:50:38.565-07:00<p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>breath to breath </strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>warming your back </strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>with my chest </strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>silk and satin</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>shinning in moon light</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>breathless__<br /></strong></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>remembered words </strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>whisper in the breeze </strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>sharp thorns__ </strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>autumn mist<br />can the days<br />pass so quickly<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></p></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span><br />willow legs<br />without looking back<br />she walks by</p><p><br /><br />hand in hand<br />they pass the stop sign<br />entering tomorrow</p><p><br /><br />faded tattoos<br />my love child's getting married_<br />flower power</p><p><br /><br />clouds over head<br />she broods in her room all day<br />another wrinkle...</p><p><br /><br />summer's last roses<br />fade with her kisses__<br />homeward bound...</p><p><br /><br />their love making ,<br />taking only half a sentence__<br />quiet sob</p><p><br /><br />faded lily_<br />maid of honor<br />returns home alone</p><p><br /><br />early summer_<br />the strap of her sun dress<br />slipped off her shoulders</p><p><br /><br />on my cheek<br />the warmth of her kiss<br />cool goodnight_</p><p><br /><br />arm across his chest face<br />in the crook of his neck<br />mother's day flowers</p><p><br /><br />in the seasons of her life,<br />a new moon appears love<br />at sixty four</p><p><br /><br />a single bead of sweat<br />trickles between her breast _<br />ladies don't sweat</p><p><br /><br />( the meaning of flowers, <a href="http://www.iflorist.com/en/act/meaning/">http://www.iflorist.com/en/act/meaning/</a>)</p><p><br />the old crow<br />walking between the rows<br />muted toad</p><p><br /><br />spring blush<br />her fragrance in the garden<br />this old toad</p><p><br /><br />night dreams -<br />reaching out for her,<br />falling out of bed</p><p><br /><br />tangled sheets_<br />not finding her,<br />sleeping alone</p><p><br /><br />catching the eye<br />across the room<br />lover's embrace</p><p><br /><br />skinny dipping<br />not getting caught<br />love making</p><p><br /><br />dry eyed_<br />she slipes his ring in the mailer<br />UPS pickup station</p><p><br /><br />brushing<br />a strand of hair from her face<br />spring breeze?</p><p><br /><br />midnight rendezvous<br />in rose garden dew<br />whispers in her ear</p><p><br /><br />midnight passions<br />and the humidity<br />wet sheets</p><p><br /><br />heat wave<br />purple wisteria<br />in twining</p><p><br /><br />open fan<br />and shy glances<br />torrid passions</p><p><br /><br />morning torrential rains<br />rolling over in bed torrid<br />sunshine rising</p><p><br /><br />spring love<br />the child looks so much like him ..<br />only passing through</p><p><br /><br />gone,<br />all the wood he chopped for me -<br />dreams up in smoke</p><p><br /><br />under quilts<br />to keep warm-<br />winter lovemaking</p><p><br /><br />in the cold bed<br />your warmth surrounds me<br />winter winds</p><p><br /><br />night chill<br />creeps through the tent<br />your warm back...</p><p><br /><br />coffee brewing-<br />her breasts pressed to my back<br />opposing urges</p><p><br /><br />rose petal fresh<br />the scent of her breasts<br />intoxicating me</p><p><br /><br />sparks of light<br />burning love letters<br />your shadow on the wall </p><p><br /><br />terrytip (c) 2007-2008</p><p><br /><br />GO TO The Eros Haiku Series </p><p><br /><a href="http://haikuworkshop.pbwiki.com/ErosHaiku">http://haikuworkshop.pbwiki.com/ErosHaiku</a> </strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9128955040579081972-8385312938757357060?l=terrytip.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>terrytiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10386235938787416585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9128955040579081972.post-82364491335038449952008-04-01T09:21:00.001-07:002008-12-31T18:16:17.624-08:00<span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;">red faced</span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;">she pushed her cart</span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;">market time</span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;">misty evening <br />fireflies show their lantern- <br />early summer</span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;">leap second-- </span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;">one second added </span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;">this year </span></span></span></strong></span><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;">2008 <br /></span></span></span></strong></span><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></span></span></strong></span> <br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#990000;">old friends </span> <br /><span style="color:#990000;">nidnight return </span> <br />garden frog__</span> <br /></span></strong></span><span style="color:white;"> <br /></span> <br /> <br /> <br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span> <br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">at the drug store</span></strong></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> <br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">choosing a "pregnancy stick" <br />second month__</span> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span> <br /><span style="color:#990000;">choosing a branch</span> <br /><span style="color:#990000;">for her "preganancy stick"...</span> <br /><span style="color:#990000;">Mount Oshioka</span> <br /><span style="color:#990000;">yuzue ni eraruru eda ga oshio yama</span> <br /><span style="color:#990000;">by Issa, 1804</span> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span> <br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> <br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">huffing and puffing <br />red eyed in the dark <br />woodstove__</span> <br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span> <br /> <br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span> <br /><span style="color:#990000;">out near</span> <br /><span style="color:#990000;">the thin ice__</span> <br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">sound of panic <br /> <br /> <br /></span><span style="color:#990000;"></span><span style="color:#990000;"></span> <br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span> <br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">garden frog <br />greets my return <br />old friend__ <br /> <br /></span> <br /></strong></ strong></ strong=""></ /></ strong=""></ /></></ /></ strong=""></ /></></ /></></ /></></ /></span></ span></ span=""></ /></ span=""></ /></></ /></ span=""></ /></></ /></></ /></></ /><span style="color:#990000;"></span> <br /></strong></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">day off-- <br />every day even better <br />retired</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span> <br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span> <br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">winter blast <br />frost in my garden <br />southern boy</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span> <br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span> <br /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">in my garden <br />reminders of past love <br />weeping willow__ </span> <br /></span></strong><span style="color:#990000;"> <br /> <br /> <br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">autumn wind__ <br />distant sounds <br />felt inside <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />full moon__ <br />appears again <br />hidden by clouds <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />neighbors__ <br />standing in line <br />get out the vote</span></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong> <br /><span style="color:#990000;">(Thirteenth Place – Two Points) </span> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></strong></ strong></ strong=""></ /></ strong=""></ /></></ /></ strong=""></ /></></ /></></ /></></ /></span></ span></ span=""></ /></ span=""></ /></></ /></ span=""></ /></></ /></></ /></></ /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></strong></span><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>autumn leaves- <br />rakes on sale <br />at the home depot <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />back yard feeders empty <br />I lay down my binoculars <br />autumn leaves__ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />tired eyes <br />made alive again <br />autumn majick__ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />autumn clouds <br />at thirty thousand feet <br />return trip__ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />FEAR OR PANIC__ <br />HOLD TIGHT OR SELL AND RUN <br />STOCK MARKET CORRECTION <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />beetles and bugs <br />crawl in the dirt <br />child's play__ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />autumn dew__ <br />the last roses <br />finally fading <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />in my garden <br />reminders of past love <br />weeping willow__ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />a willow__ <br />sprouts in my garden <br />unbidden</strong> <br /></span></span><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">(Sixteenth Place – Four Points) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />key stroke__ <br />closing in on <br />a health problem <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />system analysis <br />autumn check-up__ <br /> <br /> <br />first cold spell <br />furnace lit__ <br />the scent of autumn <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />mother-in-law's face <br />on the biggest pumpkin <br />harvest moon__ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />second helping__ <br />autumn's cravings <br />pumpkin pie <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />back yard feeders empty <br />I lay down my binoculars <br />autumn leaves__ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />midnight slumber_ <br />mother dozing in the rocker <br />the twins finally quiet (6th place) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />flying high <br />above all worldly care <br />Vaughn Banting__ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Lifting an ear <br />eyeing the door <br />a visitor arrives <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Autumn__ <br />the sunny south.. <br />still green <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />frog__ <br />jumps into the moon <br />still pond <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />this can't be the end <br />i'm still here... <br />and so are you Haiku U. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />here there <br />travel the path <br />breathe___ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />minows__ <br />circling circling <br />splash... gone <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />8-8-8 China <br />eight gold's <br />Phelps <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />cat-tails in the mist <br />sound of mallards <br />running on the water <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />opening the window <br />for some breeze <br />alarm blast__ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />closed bedroom door <br />glow of candle light <br />shadows moving <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />light of the <br />full moon <br />shadows moan <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />plucking gray hairs... <br />you too will be bald <br />as I am__ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />looking__ <br />with haiku eyes <br />the moment vanishes <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />the need to kill <br />poems in blood <br />Dexter___ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />here there <br />walking the path <br />sound of her breath <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />sun room with hot tub... <br />and replacement windows__ <br />spring improvements <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />big boys <br />playing games <br />summer Olympics <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />http://www.nbcolympics.com/ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />spider web <br />in the mist <br />a thousand sunrises <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />spider__ <br />on a single strand <br />blowing in the wind <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />at the end <br />of a single strand <br />the spider begins his day <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />torn web <br />he spider begins again <br />daybreak... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />spider__ <br />hanging from the moon <br />by a single strand <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />early morning <br />walk , dodging <br />spider webs <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />potted Paulownia <br />blooms for the first time <br />summer heat__ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />nine cranes <br />in the mist__ <br />she awakens <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />darkest nights <br />fireflies light the way <br />summer heat ( 18th place JULY 2008 KUKAI) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />out living her birth certificate, <br />she writes for a replacement... <br />octogenarian ( 16th place JULY 2008 KUKAI ) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />ignoring the hi way traffic <br />great white heron <br />feeding... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />even before the storm, <br />awakened__ <br />by the wind chimes stir <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />FOURTH PLACE -- 5 pts June Simply Kukai <br /> <br /> <br />sky diving- <br />through the <br />mango moon <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />looking up from the coffin, <br />I thought I'd be the one <br />who beat death__ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />twin girls_ <br />in their crib, telling secrets <br />out loud! Nineteenth Place – One Point <br /> <br />early summer — <br />stretching out in the sun <br />sand for my pillow <br />Seventeenth Place – Three Points <br />results for the June 2008 Kukai, <br />wherein our Kigo subject was "Sand" <br /> <br /> <br />clouds <br />pressing down, threatening <br />cloud burst <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />early summer_ <br />heat already pressing down <br />in my little garden <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />southside :: <br />teetotum out of the shadows <br />shining bright <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />looking back <br />at his abandoned home_ <br />life of the feral cat <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />ballpark <br />floodlights dripping <br />cloud burst <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />standing <br />in left field <br />cloud burst <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />new pitcher <br />warming up <br />bases loaded <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />walking away_ <br />the scent of country on his shoe <br />and... butterflies <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />jumping put of bed <br />awakened by the clock's <br />ticking... stopped <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />sagging lines <br />one hundred sparrows <br />power poles <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />sunset appears <br />over power poles <br />ship's masts <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />golf coast <br />thunder storms and twisters <br />shifting sands <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />bar-b-que <br />chuckwagon steak <br />sundown smoke <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />crescent moon <br />over home plate <br />follows player home <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />first base error <br />rounding second, third <br />sliding home <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />ball park lights <br />sunset beyond the pines <br />another win <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />beyond the pines <br />ball park lights outshine <br />setting sun <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />red dirt <br />crack of the bat <br />bases loaded <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />batter up <br />last minute coaching <br />swing_ crack of the bat <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />quiet garden <br />sipping a glass of wine <br />amaryllis bloom <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />saga palm_ <br />fronds unfurling <br />from the center <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />the sound of water <br />every thrown stone <br />another frog? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />basho's frog <br />roasted and served again <br />still has flavor <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />thieves_ <br />stealing the tranquility <br />9-11 landscape <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />spring showers <br />listening to CD <br />of bamboo flutes <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Mother's Day photos <br />washed away in the flood <br />all that's left_ memories <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />roses in the garden <br />not quite like the catalog ad <br />but still pretty <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />catalog roses <br />don't measure up <br />but still pretty <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />double impact <br />catalog roses <br />less than expected <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />garden frog <br />sitting back, reading <br />stoned <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />stone frog <br />unmoved by seasons <br />green shoots <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />calla lily <br />the great pretender's <br />white trumpet <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />on the windshield <br />on the headlights <br />love bug season <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />stirring a cauldron <br />of chaos in the glass <br />new ink brush <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />under the deck <br />four yellow-striped kittens <br />moon viewing <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />spring rain_ <br />tears dripping from the eaves <br />of the heart broken <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />stray yellow cat_ <br />hidden under the deck <br />four tom kittens <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I hide my face <br />being mooned <br />by the moon <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />empty mailbox <br />trying again tomorrow <br />expected refund_ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />full moon <br />reflected in store window <br />full moon <br /> <br /> <br />looking through <br />my reflection in the window <br />looking at me <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />young girl <br />carrying a purse <br />almost as big as she <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />wearing makeup <br />years beyond her age <br />dance class <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />9-11 monument <br />breaking ground <br />prison labor <br /> <br /> <br />(Slidell, La. City Jail) <br /> <br />new Slidell, 9-11 monument haiku <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />touching sorrow <br />touching cold metal <br />9-11 monument <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />passing train <br />ground trembling <br />9-11 monument <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />train whistle <br />disturbing the silence <br />9-11 monument <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />9-11 monument <br />thieves steal the tranquility <br />and the landscape <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />cloud burst <br />tears running down faces <br />9-11 monument <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />jogger's path_ <br />detouring through <br />9-11 monument <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />thieves_ <br />stealing the tranquility <br />9-11 landscape <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />looking fine <br />strutting along the path <br />storm threatens <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />out of the woods <br />crossing the road <br />urban rabbit <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />quick wink <br />rising in the east <br />eclipse moon <br /> <br /> <br />in a pot <br />opening wide <br />magnolia <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />crab legs <br />in the boiling pot <br />cool beer <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />back stroke <br />pushing off the side <br />feathers flying <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />RAM_ <br />caught in a thicket <br />free spirit memory <br /> <br />2) new operating system <br /> <br />3) yet another virus <br /> <br /> <br />desert sentinel <br />reaching for the heavens <br />a coat of white <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />cold moon . . . <br />a rising wave splashes <br />the taste of salt <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />melting snow and <br />spring rain flooding <br />sluices opened <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />river rising <br />sluices opened <br />city bypassed <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />....shadow on the sky__ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />wafting brew <br />entering the coffee house <br />chameleon <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />full moon <br />peeking over the fence <br />flower cards <br /> <br /> <br />http://www.gamedesign.jp/flash/hanafuda/hanafuda.swf <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />flower cards <br />whispering bamboo <br />and a full moon <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />flashlight in hand <br />full moon out shinning <br />modern technology <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />moon watching <br />over the fence <br />drifting voices <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />in the mirror <br />same face as yesterday <br />sun's reflection <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />here , there <br />winking in the garden <br />fire flies <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />untwisting <br />the rose bud <br />spring sunshine <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />melting snows <br />and spring rains <br />eyes the levee marker <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />sluices opened_ <br />Mississippi River floods <br />the spillway <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Image: Bonnet_Carre_Spillway_aerial_view_northeast.jpg#file <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />eye son levee marker <br />Katrina floods <br />revisited? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />sound of garden fountain <br />sleep chased away <br />bull frogs <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />moon shadows <br />washed away <br />sunrise <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />moon shadows <br />on the garden wall <br />scent of roses <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />passing through_ <br />intoxicating <br />rose blooms <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />moon beams <br />in the branches <br />oak alley <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />roar of gathering silence <br />of the heart <br />Manresa retreat begins <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />moon shadows <br />roar of silence <br />Manresa retreat begins <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />frogs echo frogs <br />across oak alley <br />breaking retreat silence <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />cut roses in a vase_ <br />brighten a room , <br />but the garden is bare <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />retirement__ <br />a time for loneliness, <br />not lonely at all <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />a good book <br />and the coffee house <br />retirement bliss_ <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />looking through <br />my reflection in the glass <br />children at play <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />spring rains <br />field of mud chimneys <br />thoughts of crawfish cooking <br /> <br /> <br />feeding time_ <br />young sparrows <br />in a field of clover <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />crawling up the leg <br />a curious sensation <br />fire ants <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />spring peepers_ <br />searching the internet <br />there's a picture <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />wiping away a tear_ <br />moonbeams dripping <br />from the eaves <br /> <br />FIFTH PLACE -- 5 pts <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />mowed down <br />defiant clover <br />blooms again <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />march winds <br />clover shakes it's head <br />honey bee holds on <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />road home_ <br />crossing my path <br />a wild rabbit <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />blown before the wind <br />leaves and scraps of paper <br />mall parking lot <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />intermittent peeking <br />through the clouds <br />the sun catches the eye <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />fan in hand <br />obscure glances <br />a child pretends <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />cauldron of chaos <br />circling the dock <br />wave runners <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />clover to clover <br />her work never done <br />the honey bee <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />the setting sun <br />sparkling on the bayou <br />beyond the pines <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />garden dampness <br />on the convertible windshield <br />peepers take a ride <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />ground rumbling <br />robins take flight <br />then a train whistle blast <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />into tomorrow <br />rumbling along <br />train whistle <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />looking back <br />the biker <br />sped past <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />a stranger <br />in my own house <br />longing for home <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />scent of an old book <br />hours spent <br />turning pages <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />albums in the mud <br />yesterdays swept away <br />hurricane Katrina <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />honey bee <br />backing out the coke can <br />another flower? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />knocking at the door <br />rumble of thunder <br />in the distance <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Buzzz___ <br />swimming in my cup <br />Defiant fly <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />roots__ <br />searching for moisture <br />between the cracks <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />stripped paulowina <br />finally a green bud <br />spring breeze <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />spurting up <br />above the puddles <br />spring flowers <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Gold rings <br />worn thin <br />much hand holding <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Gold rings <br />worn thin <br />hand holding <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Gold rings <br />worn thin <br />exchanged glances <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />kite flying <br />stiff breeze <br />sunset crashes <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />kite flying haiku <br />flying high <br />crashing <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />kite flying <br />touching clouds <br />kid fun <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />diamond sparkle <br />on bayou surface <br />stiff breeze <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />setting sun <br />balloons escape <br />stiff breeze <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />hunting worms <br />in the clover <br />fat robins <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />on the ground <br />in the trees <br />starlings in flight <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />winged maple seeds <br />cover bare branches <br />leaden skies <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />covey of starlings <br />fat robins <br />serious competition <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />they all take flight <br />lone sparrow <br />haunting melody <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />sound of bamboo <br />flute, gong, <br />tiny bells <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />desert sentinel <br />reaching for the heavens <br />a coat of white <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />false spring <br />on the rose bud <br />morning frost <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />numbers are in <br />one player out <br />bases still loaded <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />lighthouse mocks <br />extinct humanity__ <br />ancient moon rises <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />sunset at the park <br />bayou at high tide <br />rumble of a freight train <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />fire truck <br />sucking water <br />from the bayou <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />sirens screaming-- <br />the peace of retirement <br />and a good book... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />gulf coast- <br />thunder storms &amp; twisters <br />shifting sands <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />heat seeking missiles <br />strike at the heart <br />Valentine passion <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />red beans and rice <br />at the fox's hole <br />post katrina <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />the sound of jazz-- <br />at the fox's hole <br />post katrina <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />lost in a strange place- <br />the first dream of the new year <br />can't shake old thoughts <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />closing windows <br />as I rush through the cold house <br />I discover the break-in <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />new years day <br />another white 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