Dueling Samurai

[Du Lac]

toes point awaken dawn
mute hips sway in afternoon blaze
mortal promenade

in traditional haiku style....lol
du lac~

 

[My Erotic Tale]

toes point awaken dawn
mute hips sway in afternoon blaze
mortal promenade

in traditional haiku style....lol
du lac~

plum tree blossoms
drop like tears of a sword
morning falls colorful

 

[Du Lac]

plum tree blossoms
drop like tears of a sword
morning falls colorful

defensive blooms fall hard
searing sun bleaching dead souls
floating hopeful seeds

 

[My Erotic Tale]

defensive blooms fall hard
searing sun bleaching dead souls
floating hopeful seeds

each step closer
to deaths waiting door
back is closer more

 

[My Erotic Tale]

tri-pod centered
two good legs
one rickety and bent
swings the plum-bob...

 

[Ninja Nookie]

wow, this thread died?

Building a fire and chanting a chant
gonna breath life back into it.

 

[Jennifer C]

wow, this thread died?

Building a fire and chanting a chant
gonna breath life back into it.

Nice bump Ninja...

 

[Ninja Nookie]

Nice bump Ninja...

I enjoy this thread
because I like haiku,
do you?

 

[Jennifer C]

I enjoy this thread
because I like haiku,
do you?

I do indeed ~

 

[Ninja Nookie]

I do indeed ~

three little lines
with passionate words
haiku poetry

 

[Jennifer C]

three little lines
with passionate words
haiku poetry

3 lines
17 syllables
5,7,5

usually to do with nature...

 

[Ninja Nookie]

3 lines
17 syllables
5,7,5

usually to do with nature...

otay!

shoulder warm
under brightness plenty
the oval light

 

[Jennifer C]

otay!

shoulder warm
under brightness plenty
the oval light

very nice...

 

[Ninja Nookie]

the sun withers
into another dark night
holding memories

 

[Jennifer C]

corn sways in the field
dancing to the summer breeze
as the children play...

 

[My Erotic Tale]

Jennifer C
-----------------------------------------------------

A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand becoming,
a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean. It is a way of returning
to nature, to our moon nature, our cherry blossom nature, our
falling leaf nature, in short, to our Buddha nature. It is a way in
which the cold winter rain, the swallows of evening, even the very
day in its hotness, and the length of the night, become truly
alive, share in our humanity, speak their own silent
and expressive language.


- Haiku: Eastern Culture, 1949, Volume One, p. 243.
Translations and commentary by Reginald H. Blyth

 

[Jennifer C]

Jennifer C
-----------------------------------------------------

A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand becoming,
a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean. It is a way of returning
to nature, to our moon nature, our cherry blossom nature, our
falling leaf nature, in short, to our Buddha nature. It is a way in
which the cold winter rain, the swallows of evening, even the very
day in its hotness, and the length of the night, become truly
alive, share in our humanity, speak their own silent
and expressive language.


- Haiku: Eastern Culture, 1949, Volume One, p. 243.
Translations and commentary by Reginald H. Blyth

Ah yes, I did mean to post it here!... ..lol

 

[My Erotic Tale]

a sand pile
body in shaped form
sifts fingers

 

[Jennifer C]

buried in the sand
waiting for my rescuer
when will he return

 

[Remec]

Time spent beachcombing~
never brought anything close
to such a treasure.

 

[My Erotic Tale]

hello Remec~

sunken treaure
the day I walked away
flippin gold coins

 

[My Erotic Tale]

star lit sky
blankets my world
in little sparkles

 

[Du Lac]

star lit sky
blankets my world
in little sparkles

minnows kissing stars
breathing air via water
time held in a breath

 

[My Erotic Tale]

minnows kissing stars
breathing air via water
time held in a breath

exhales the sun
burns the breath deeply
inhaling life

 

[Jennifer C]

minnows kissing stars
breathing air via water
time held in a breath

Oh this is simply beautiful du ~

I love it...