haiku: Art All Night

 

Art All Night fills me

 

with a warmth even this Spring

 

can barely equal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Magnetic Poetry

 

I will explore this universe

drink every lucious drop

of berry sweet magic

fresh sacred beauty sprouting

in my secret garden heart



haiku

 

Cherry blossom snow

 

is a sure sign of Spring and

 

there's no shoveling.

 

 

haiku (with Jay)

 

gray subway masses,

 

all alone together, just

 

trying to get home

 

 

By: Jay and Osquer - February 2, 2013

Photo by: Jay

 



55 Fiction Friday

"More brandy, Randy!" she roared in a most unprincess-like manner.

"Randal," muttered the wizard under his breath, but he said nothing more as, with a complicated twiddle of his wand, he produced a bottle of Napoleon brandy from thin air.  This was quite a trick considering Napoleon Bonaparte wouldn't be born for another seven centuries.

haiku

 

Feral daffodils

 

where a home was demolished -

 

we "rescue" the bulbs.

 

Photo by: Osquer
 

55 Fiction Friday

Employing Jonathan Livingston Seagull thinking, I strained to believe I could fit inside the keyhole, that I was standing in the keyhole.  Suddenly I was.

I couldn't believe it.

I was dreaming which meant I could control things, could even fly! 

That's how I fell thirty-three inches to my death. It was no dream.

haiku

 

Mothering my lone

 

daffodil bud, I bundle

 

it up on cold nights.

 

Photo by: Osquer

 



www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [smudge]

I tried as hard as i could not to smudge the ink as i carried the manuscript across the room to the drying shelves. I’d been a novice for only nine days and i’d screwed up something on all of them. Thank goodness God forgives.

55 Fiction Friday

"No! Stop!" she cried.

He couldn't understand her words, but he could tell he shouldn't pull her any further.  He dug deeper into the snow and found she had been tied by the wrists behind a horse.  He'd just found the only survivor of an avalanche, the prettiest piece of Viking plunder he'd ever seen.

55 Fiction Friday

"I can't breathe underwater, idiot!" she spat at me after she'd struggled to the surface.  "I'm a mammal!"

And with a contemptuous slap of her flukes, the mermaid twisted out of the net from which I'd been trying to free her. She disappeared beneath the waves leaving me both drenched and disappointed on the shore.

haiku

I was as surprised

by the first robins as they

were by the last snow.

haiku

 

Last night's snow drips and

 

 

crackles, sounding like today's

 

 

breakfast cereal.




Haiku (for Punxsutawney Phil)

Snow approaches in

the shadow of the Groundhog's

faulty prediction.

haiku - Pi Day

 

Trying to banish

 

the remnants of Winter, I

 

spend Pi Day baking.

 

55 Fiction Friday

He placed his hand on the black book I had pulled from my inside jacket pocket.

"Do you swear the information you have given is true and accurate, so help you God?"

"I do," he averred.

As he walked away, my partner whispered, "You carry a bible with you?"

"Actually, it's an Alcoholics Anonymous handbook."

Haiku for Jay

After long absence,

the sound of your snoring is

music in the night.

Haiku

Softly, the heat hums

from the baseboards as I search

for my other sock.

www.oneword.com - one word, so little time [stalled]

I stood there, my mind completely stalled, my jaw hanging loose. I managed to close it before I started to drool. I’d never seen such a beautiful sushi bar in my entire life and since I hadn’t eaten in 72 hours or more, I nearly wept with joy.

Haiku

With a cold, in the

cold, I feel old, truth be told.

Got chicken soup?  Sold!

Photo by: Osquer

haiku

 

I cleared away all

 

 

the dead leaves to find treasure

 

 

in my flower pot.

 

 

Photo by: Osquer



haiku

It didn't look like

 

 

snow was coming until I

 

 

stepped out of my door.

 



haiku

 

Despising both teams

 

in the "Big Game," I'll admit

 

I came for the snacks.

 

Photo by: Osquer
 

haiku - Meat Candy

 

Needing all of my

weapons to battle the cold,

 

I pull out bacon.

haiku

 

Strong walls and windows

may keep the cold outside, but

 

my bones know it's there.

haiku

 

Amaryllis buds

shyly offer their promise

of Winter splendor.

haiku (for Ron Pearlman and Leonard Nimoy)

Poems remembered

weave through the rain in soothing

voices from the past.

Haiku for Children

I make snow angels

'til I'm called in by Mommy,

the Cocoa Angel.

haiku

Too warm for a coat,

the crowds share their happiness

with their purchases.

haiku (for Bruce Springsteen)

Workingclass hero

serenades campaigners to

help move us Forward

Photos by: Osquer

haiku (for Joe Grushecky)

Joe Grushecky showed

up to help The Boss support

Barack Obama.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku

A bright and vaguely

familiar bird character

supports Obama.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku

Pigeons and leaves swirl

through my day, surrounding me

with flights of fancy.

Photo by: Osquer

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haiku

Autumn brings indoor

adventures.  For the first time,

I steam lobster tails.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku (for Marley Rain)

We measure baby's

age in weeks, then months. Too soon

the years will fly by.

haiku

Oktoberfest beer

tonight could block Equinox

balance tomorrow.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku (Phipps Conservatory - Hans Godo Fräbel)

Leaves dance in the wind.

Faerie figures flutter through

September shadows.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku (Phipps Conservatory)

Exotic indoor

blooms help us escape from the

notion of autumn.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku

September sky floats

clouds through bridge beams overhead.

I make my way home.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku

Sleep leaves me alone

with my thoughts. and I think, "Damn!

Those crickets are loud!"

haiku

The sunflower bows

its head, so heavy with the

burden of beauty.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku

This has been such a

succulent year. The cacti

are taking over.

Photos by: Osquer

haiku

The water closes

over me, warm, soft, scented.

This bath is quite deep.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku

Rain falls. Rain falls. Rain

falls. Rain falls. Rain falls. Rain falls,

and my thoughts drone on.

Photo by: Osquer, July 12, 2006

haiku

Forsythia turns

from bloom to leaf while I wait

for the rain to stop.

Photo by: Osquer April 11, 2003

haiku: Happy PI day! 3.14

It's a wonderful

day for Pi! March fourteenth. I

remembered to bake!

Photo by: Osquer

haiku (for Jay)

I place my morning

spoon in the spoon rest with yours.

The cup warms my hands.

Photo by: Osquer

haiku

Quite literally

howling at my back door, Wind

keeps me company.

Photos by: Osquer

haiku

Sun bakes bare roadside

trees so toxic even the

kudzu won't touch them.

Photos by: Osquer