Frog haiku

Frogs, princes, and me
childhood full of fairy dreams
My prince is a toad.

A boy who was king haiku

King Tut's left-overs
represents a time in art
beauty's slavery.

Accidental haiku?

Serendipity
suggests eventuality.
Pure coincidence.

Dandelion haiku

Dandelion spits
its stuff to spread sundry seeds
survivor techniques.

Acupuncture haiku

Acupuncture sticks
on my back - on my hand - ten
only floating heath.

Mundane grook

I have to clean my living space
I do everything to avoid it.
Alas, I know if I don't sweep,
the ants and cockroaches will leap
to their ownership of my home.
Without fail - I must go to groom.

Engineer haiku

Breed of unique kind
thinking totally quirky
Engineer of min(d)(e).

T-shirt

The t shirt's story
you wonder?
Wikipedia says:
Sometime between
WW1-WW2
military underwear
became the T.
1950ies saw
Marlon Brando
epitomize
the shirt.
Now apart from
brand names
the T is entrenched
with slogans.
iT has become
our personal
declaration
love? hate? war?
The T-shirt
returns to
iTs roots.

Listen!!

When you chat with friends
you may not always get
what is going on with them.
Just be a friend - listen -
listen - and listen.
When you chat with your kids
you may not always find out
what they are up to.
But sometimes it pays
to just listen - listen - listen.
We do not have all the answers
I certainly do not and I challenge
anyone who says, "I know".
Anyone who says, "I know" does not listen.

Disappointed limerick

Oh, limerick of spring to come
it will be a spring to some -
how will it the woman affect
her needs, her deeds, her wondrous breasts.
He holds her very tight to him
it is only his certain whim
that brings his spring to again spring
alas – he does not make her ring.

Snobbery haiku

Meeting snootiness
reflects person's inbred fears.
Shrug off: C'est la vie.

Haiku with a slant

Puritanical
poses in person's mindset
is OK, judge not.

Someone human

She is talented
in wondrous ways
she can dance
she can paint
she can play.

She is endowed
with humor and wit
she can cook
she can write
she can twist.

She is brilliant
second to none
she is angry
she is hurt
she is glum.

Foresight haiku

Stark stormy stillness
cannot create catharsis.
Only observance.

Music haiku

Noteworthy music
harmony and counterpoints
memories in blink.

Deathly haiku

Killer killing kids
in rampage of ranting rage.
Incredulity.

Windy haiku

Arctic April winds
blowing budding blossoms off
Nature needs nurture.

Editing haiku

To edit writing
is terribly difficult
you must delegate.

Crap-apple haiku

Wunderbar vulvae
on crap-apple tree in spring
rotten to digest.

Orchid haiku

Odd orchid which blooms
on my dining-room table
is from daughter's beau.

Venetian haiku

Venetian bottle
perfumed in old memory
a whore of beauty

Imperfect haiku

through imperfect eyes
we see nature as perfect.
maybe new glasses?

A wise lady

Vigga the Völva smiled,
it had been a good morning.
Sophia, her highborn sister,
had met her and shared an instant
with herbal tea mixed with ideas.

Men would see the seance
as a infertile pourparler.
Vigga and Sophia spouted
feats for the forthcoming future;
long-term latest wrinkle.

Feeling fabulously fair
and respecting their differences
they flaunt their sisterhood,
though both lively ladies
navigate their ships strategically.

Vigga the Völva remembers
so many talks with her wise sister,
Sophia, and wishes for her wisdom.
At this monumental moment
she can only be thankful.

Words

Words are powerful -
distribute carefully.

Grinding words -
everyday abuse.

If they hurt -
refuse pain or ignore.

The use of slurs
labels the owner.

Words in anger
have started wars.

Words are potent -
disperse caressingly.

The word "freedom"
is for everyone.

Granny haiku

Longing for my arms
around you, little sweet one.
My co-gran will do!

History's judgement

In Mughal India
Mehrunissa reigned.

In Imperial China
one stands out - Cixi.

History's judgement
shaded of both ladies.

In the US Hillary
may be the first female president.

If she wins
history will be harsh.

Achoo!

Achoo - achoo
what can I do
to stop this cold
from getting hold?
Drink tea - lots
of herbal shots -
to delude myself
that I can shelf...
achoo - achoo
Nothing I can do
except my nose scold!

The Vagina ABC

The poker in my vagina
Attacks
The poker in my vagina
Beats
The poker in my vagina
Controls
The poker in my vagina
Drums
The poker in my vagina
Encroaches
The poker in my vagina
Fucks
The poker in my vagina
Grinds
The poker in my vagina
Hacks
The poker in my vagina
Itches
The poker in my vagina
Jeers
The poker in my vagina
Kicks
The poker in my vagina
Loathes
The poker in my vagina
Mocks
The poker in my vagina
Nullifies
The poker in my vagina
Oppresses
The poker in my vagina
Plunges
The poker in my vagina
Queues
The poker in my vagina
Rams
The poker in my vagina
Scorches
The poker in my vagina
Thrusts
The poker in my vagina
Uses
The poker in my vagina
Voids
The poker in my vagina
Wrecks
The poker in my vagina
Is xenophobic
The poker in my vagina
Yanks
The poker in my vagina
Zaps

On reading Eve Ensler's
"Insecure at Last"

The harbinger of Beltane

Völva Vigga stared somberly without
seeing
the last full moon before Beltane.
She had to clean out her wintry abode
and welcome spring to hawthorn and
myrtle’s bloom.
Her highborn sister Sophia with wisdom
had reminded her gently; it was time!
Völva Vigga pondered pensively over
this odd winter enticed with war and
withering.
What was the meandering meaning
of it all?
Sophia had quietly mentioned Tuatha De
Danaran,
beloved goddess of the people on the
Emerald Isle
worshipped in far away India aeons ago.
Beltane is ceremoniously celebrated
on the verdant Celtic lands in our time
with dancing around maypoles on the eve,
festive nourishing sweet cakes to break up,
so all participants get a fair share of
the food
in honour of the Queen of the dim dusk.
“Drink and be merry ye genuine godlings”.
Water is so life giving, and April showers
conceive lustrous blooms for us to enjoy -
without water - our saliva would be dust.
Danae, daughter to king Acrisius donated
this essential element and herefore severely
suffered.
So royal Dana will reclaim her gift to the orb
unless she is passionately pacified.

How could Völva Vigga lend a hand
except rummage in her mythology
of elfin folk and Odin’s lore for aid?
The spit of the old Völuspa’s song of earth’s
demise
turned Vigga off like the war avowal rap chords,
“Lo and behold”, she muttered musingly:
There must be a wondrous way
to alert the folks of this little eyelet earth.
Humane humans have only one shot.
Yet persisting in at best indiscriminately
ignorance
or foul play of the resolute ruthlessness
at worst
mortals must muster some kind of
self-determination
against the evil forces in this earth’s economy.
Mayhap the indigenous inhabitants could use heroic holmgang
for their viciously war minding ways.
Taking battles out of the economical equation
would then require people to become more personable
and try and solve some of their mundane messes.
Using fantastic forces, now speculatingly spent
on might’s machinery and out-flowing oil,
and creating constructive customs to painstakingly pave
a real road to save this glowing and growing globe
would be what Völva Vigga will audibly advocate.
Alas, this celebrant knows that only by channeling change
can this world survive – for their own kind kins.
With early education about our planetary plight
and teaching tolerance vigorously
might the human hobgoblins hobnob with
Queen Danae at beautiful Beltane’s
dancing around the metamorphic maypole.
Vigga the Völva wondered as she watered
the moonlit myrtle and hazy hawthorn.

Remembered that she too was part of the
hearty whole vivacious Völva Vigga vowed
to plant a seed of a symphonic sycamore.
One day mayhap it would groovily grow
into a yearning Ygdrasil where birds nest
and beneath which people play.

At Beltane with the rain gone
in the full-bodied firelit moony twilight
Völva Vigga gazed gladly in awe
at the harbinger of the tiny green sprightly sprig.
Her faery face blessed by the misty glow
beamed a mild and buoyant smile.

spring evening haiku

dazzling verdant scent
glimmering twilight flower
lustrous pearly brook

Phish!

Phish my Ass!
Steal my security?
Try you evils!
Quiet Monday
a suspicious email,
sailing through.
- Nope
I do not fall for it.
Sadly many do!

Grocery story

Check-out line
at the grocery store
one Sunday morn
asking the cashier
how she is doing?
Fine! And you?

I talk about
being split between
two kids and activities.
Jealousy and sibling
number order.

Cashier was number three
and was told all her
life that they only wanted
two!

Guess, who is taking care
of those parents!

So she never had kids?
Looked at me strangely
and told me how she
lost two kids by her
first wife-beating husband
and her second one died!

Good tidings though
she is engaged to an
old flame of her youth
with four kids,
bundles of grand kids,
a great-grand one plus
two more on the way.

One of his daughters
does not like her.

All within 5 minutes
at the grocery store
one early Sunday morn.