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Red-tailed Hawk shrieks, dives
Finches scatter, leave their song
One moment, one gone.
~Michelle Montgomery
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Sudden downpour-
my kids rushed in and
a black cat runs home
~Lanie
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The clean, bright, street glows.
Rubber tyres screeching across,
A rat scurries along.
~Roopsha
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Sullen eyes, grey beard,
Years gone by beyond seasons,
Wait! The sun still shines.
~Roopsha
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Hush, my little sister,
Hold on to me still tighter,
Thunder or a bomb?
~Roopsha
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Shells are Beautiful
Makes one wonder what they are
They should be laid back
~Damian Haynes
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humid afternoon
doves take quick sips
from the dog�s bowl
~Sue
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warm mountain evening
ignored moths bounce violently
off the porch sitters
~David Wood
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stopped traffic
a gosling parade
and a lone straggler
~David Wood
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rooftop sunlight
temporarily blinds
the sparrow
~David Wood
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winter afternoon
the blue rock pigeons jostle
on a sunny ledge
~Sandra Fuhringer
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A Time For Haiku
Volovi stali.
I oni zadivljeni
Orlovim letom.
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Oxes stopped.
Even they were full of admiration
For eagle�s flight.
~Miivoj KOSTIC
(Valjevo, Yugoslavia)
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Ptica odlete.
Skarli~e lova~ki pas
U hladnoj reci.
Bird flew away.
Hunting-dog is howling
In a frozen river.
~Miivoj KOSTIC
(Valjevo, Yugoslavia)
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Spring evening
In the darkened pond
The heron finds a sunfish.
Fish flash. Sunset.
~Michael Pfeifer
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Home, Sweet Home
butterfly, shadow,
sun, rock and brook - all of them
touching each other
~Jasminka Nadaskic Diordievic
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colorful patterns
on the butterflies' wings -
a vanity fair
~Jasminka Nadaskic Diordievic
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Found
Liquid Blue Heaven
how it soothes my aching soul
simple pleasures found
~Copyright �2001
Jennifer Whitenight
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Butterfly
Pretty little thing
Happy, fun, flying away
Quickly, you are gone
~ Lissia Rogers
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Butterflies in flight
A graceful beautiful sight
Colorful and bright
~Zachary Hall
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Howling at the moon
talking to the sky above
singing for his love
~Kathy
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The spotted fawn runs
graceful just like her mother
Never far from her
~Kathy
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Hurry, she is cold
let the warm sun shine on her
turn the colors on
~Kathy
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whispers in the night
a light howl of a wolf
wind catching its breath
~Brittany Byer
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Cold wet nose, warm breath
soft brown coat to cuddle with
my one true friend, Ben
~Dave Krantz
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Beautiful colors
Found on my butterfly's wings
Flutter by, my friend.
-Andraya
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The orange full moon
picks its way through the branches;
the crows fall silent
--Johannes Manjrekar
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the evening train
hooting of an early owl
clouds drifting like smoke
--Johannes Manjrekar
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cold drops from the sky
cold rises out of the ground
a dog guards its warmth
--Johannes Manjrekar
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Savouring the dregs
old men sip their tepid tea
in the winter sun
--Johannes Manjrekar
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Two minutes silence
everyone stands with bowed heads
the cricket chirps on
--Johannes Manjrekar
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Barefoot little girl
pauses on her way to school
to play in the dust
--Johannes Manjrekar
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Stones, trees, spiders, cows
only man being clueless
does not know patience
--John Durgavich
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In grey windtorn sky,
flock of tattered crows rowing.
Together, alone.
--Johannes Manjrekar
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Small pond, little frog
croaking ever so loudly.
The huge silent sky.
--Johannes Manjrekar
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'cross the dark lagoon
sliver of moonlit motion
searches for a meal
--Dave Krantz
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aerial dogfight ...
the small, swifter falcon out-
manouevres eagle
-- Richard Stevenson
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smelly malamute
you get fewer pats now
follow me nonetheless
-- Richard Stevenson
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one limb at a time
the falcon calls her fledglings
nearer to flight
~by an'ya
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dark'moon
poetry
sun shines hot I sweat
calm dragonfly watches me
I plant my basil
~Danny Gioia
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Misty Morning
Quiet butterfly
floating against the flowers.
Spring is beginning!
~Elizabeth
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The ants are running
Pat chases mercilessly
Many ants are dead
~Pat
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Knome houses sprout out
Of a winding ant highway
I find a friend there
~Scarlet
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Tiger & Gorilla
(Above is how your entry will look if it is accepted.)
~This Haiku Wall is moderated.
A) it must be appropriate for general audiences (including kids)
B) it must have 3 lines; I like to go by 5-7-5 just 'cause I like it that way (-: line one has 5 syllables, line two has 7
syllables, line three has 5 syllables.
C) it must be about nature or animals (folklore & fantasy animals
accepted)except for the "Thoughts and Observations" page
~If you would like to submit a haiku,
please send ane-mail to me
of this description:
subject: haiku wall
message:
#1 the haiku, signed with your name or nickname
#2 your e-mail address (I know it will be on the return path, but
I need it put in this spot)
#3 your URL & web page title
---You will be notified if your haiku is accepted. Thank You!
excerpt:
"So, what characterizes a haiku today? This is not an easy question to
answer.
Certainly, the majority of haiku currently written in English do not
conform
to the 5-7-5 syllable pattern typical in Japanese, nor do they always
concern
nature topics; however, all of these divergences are matters of ongoing
debate
within the haiku community. I will attempt to touch on some of those issues
here, but even more I will try to give you a sense of the 'haiku aesthetic'
which unifies the form across time, language, and culture.
Haiku is more than a form of poetry; it is a way of seeing the world. Each
haiku captures a moment of experience; an instant when the ordinary
suddenly
reveals its inner nature and makes us take a second look at the event, at
human nature, at life. It can be as elevated as the ringing of a temple
bell,
or as simple as sunlight catching a bit of silverware on your table; as
isolated
as a mountain top, or as crowded as a subway car; revelling in beauty or
acknowledging the ugly. What unifies these moments is the way they make us
pause and take notice, the way we are still recalling them hours later, the
feeling of having had a momentary insight transcending the ordinary, or a
glimpse into the very essence of ordinariness itself."
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