The blue of daylightfades and chills as the sun sinksbeneath clouds of fire.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

We wear many things, but that with greatest import is our expression.

When composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree...

Many solemn nights Blond moon, we stand and marvel…Sleeping our noons away

Ceaseless.Almost too much for this small frame.You make me part of the sky.

All Heaven and EarthFlowered white obliterate…Snow…unceasing snow

The River Mogami has drownedFar and deepBeneath its surging wavesThe flaming sun of summer

Secure in his flightRider on the constant windsHawk flies through his daysLooks then to the eastPrompted by fate’s gentle breezeChanges his intentFate’s gentle breezesMove the mighty heart to changeDestiny remade

I know how to tell a woman I love her in seventeen syllables or less. I’m not talking about a haiku, I’m talking about grunts from an orgasm.

Hi! My little hutIs newly-thatched I see…Blue morning-glories

Compliments land assoft and gentle on my earsas a butterfly.

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.

When you touch a life, strive to leave it the better for the change you make

Why so scrawny, cat?Starving for fat fish or mice…Or backyard love?

The love of nature is religion, and that religion is poetry; these three things are one thing. This is the unspoken creed of haiku poets.

Oh, sweet cherry tree-how lovely your blossoms are.Spring brings joy to life.

I explained it loudand clear. What part of “meow”don’t you understand?

I preserve my worldin journals so my children can eat without me

alfrescothe sommelier decantsa red sunset

I knew I loved youwhen ‘home’ went from being a placeto being a person.

O snailClimb Mount FujiBut slowly, slowly!

Death stoops over me.I’m a problem in chess. Hehas the solution.

History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.

To sleep on our thoughts, Is better than to lose sleep over rash actions

Awakened at midnightby the sound of the water jarcracking from the ice

The sun shines, snow falls, mountains rise and valleys sink, night deepens and pales into day, but it is only very seldom that we attend to such things. . . . When we are grasping...

We had a threesomeYou, me and my depressionDepression fucks hard

Letmeoutletmeoutletmeoutletmeout.Wait–let me back in!…Letmeinletmeinletmeinletmein.Wait–let me back out!

Twinkle tiny star.Oh, how great you truly are!God’s sign from afar.

Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still…Iris, blue each spring

I would hate to see seventeen people with monosyllabic names like Mike or Ann die, but if they did, and you wrote down all their names in groups of 5-7-5, you’d have one tragic haiku.

Men know how to read printed books; they do not know how to read the unprinted ones. They can play on a stringed harp, but not on a stringless one. Applying themselves to the superficial...

Life breathed spring (haiku)spring awakeningdance of loversdelicately wrapped in cherry blossoms

The world around us conforms to expectations we place upon it.

On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening

These are some of the characteristics of the state of mind which the creation and appreciation of haiku demand: Selflessness, Loneliness, Grateful Acceptance, Wordlessness, Non-intellectuality, Contradictoriness, Humor, Freedom, Non-morality, Simplicity, Materiality, Love, and Courage.

Trapped in infernoIt blazed brighter than the sunHis desire for her

Your tummy, soft aswarm dough. I knead and knead, thenbake it with a nap.

Determined, I riseand face the dawn with resolve.This time I will win.

Describe plum-blossoms?Better than my verses…whiteWordless Butterflies

Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends.

shit!

You may exist inthis world–but I exist tooand I will not yield

Blood is really warm,it’s like drinking hot chocolatebut with more screaming.

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.

Sharing oft leaves less. But with love the more we share, the fuller our hearts.

Kareeda niKarasu no tomarikeriAki no kuretrans:On a bare branchA crow is perched -Autumn evening

NEW HAIKUOne breathy vowelmists the glass warming windowpanes crystalled with snowRobin Glasser

people don’t get meit’s more rule than exceptionGod bless exceptions