Halloween hello

Hail Halloween
hear how
Hecate's hellbent
hillbillies
haunt horses and hounds.
Hell's Angels highbrow
hunting halos
hit hustlers hard.
Half-bred hairy heads
heave hemlock
haltingly.
Heinous heavenly
hallucinations.

F& H

Feet and hands
similarities
families
and
strangers
differences
hands and feet.

Stars' Walk

Hollywood Boulevard
with stars galore
resembles my street
with fallen leaves
gingerly spread out
symbolizing the ones
that lives and lived.
Mayhap the stars' walk
is more gorgeous,
but a fall morning's mist
glistering foliage
provides infinite
more divine colors
just right in front of me.

Tinnitus :(

Inner ears buzzing sounds
White noises will them drown.
Monotones of stentorian strength
sufferers go to great length
of quieting the buzzing zing
which will forevermore ring.

Readaholic

Reading everyday
keeps me from decay
I often put my life on hold
to turn that page untold.
My hubby understands
my hobby's grand demands.
I live my life in books
My life becomes unhook'd.
So I am just an addict
afflicted - in the attic.

Hobson's Choice

Hobson's choice
a dilemma
with outcome
only what
the postulator
premeditated.
We are our own.

Stone and Dog

I met a stone on my walk
this morning in the sun
he told me stop and gaze.
I did - he said: You see ...
The dog sniffed and tugged
we bounced so fast away.

The stone man I shall visit
again and again and again
for he wanted me to see
what I never noticed or saw.
Made of feldspar, glimmer -
a granite unformed we.

Was I wrong never to hold
his glance for unmitigated fear
of facing his solemn reality?
Or was I right to pounce upon
the dog's way sauntering
along the trail of tears happily?

On my morning's dog walk
sometimes eternity glimpses
more often a minute stands
I wait for the dog to do her thing
sniffing a stone - remarking
life is just a basic day's span.

Frog dreams

Frog queen
is green
and happy
where shabby
leaves on pond
weave beyond
those dreams
which creamed
her thoughts
for naught.

A felled fall tree

a fall tree
falls in three
the crown
the stem
the root
falls in three
a fall tree
but not a felled tree.

To Emily's mom!

Emily's mom is searching for answers
from the doctors, specialists and all-
yet, nobody has yet found what's wrong.

Orthopedics look at bones.
Endocrinologists scrutinize the endocrine system.
Neurologists examine nerves.

Another opinion - another doctor
yet the problem is not solved.
Observing her daughter's pain is heart breaking.

So Emily's mom has been digging -
trying to find out what is ailing her child.
Emily is lucky she has somebody who is fighting.

Why not?

Insignificant irony
prancing poetically
signifies satire.

Cogito ergo sum?

Pains in my hands
come from using the mouse too much
should I stop writing?

My mind reels the pains
knowing that this could be my last day
- yet I feel alive.

I can no more stop writing
than I can stop living or talking or...
I am what I think.

Nobel Haiku

Nobel oblige
Al Gore plus won the Peace Price
Geopolitics

Top haiku

Politicians
who is on top, who is not.
Election year.

Sir Zipper

Grandson's sleeper
with a zipper -
a grand past
Churchill wore them.

Thanks to Granddad

http://www.worldwar2exraf.co.uk/Online%20Museum/Museum%20Large%20pictures/siren-suit-small.jpg

http://www.newstatesman.com/200304280020

Blond senryu

Blond jokes
bimbos assumptions
fooling men!

Tumbling willow haiku?

I tumble over
a wondrous wayward willow
it's a new nightmare.

Pill for everything??

Autumnal sleep
Body needs
Would a pill help?

Seven deadly sins

Vølva Vigga looked at a painted picture
Hieronymus Borsch from anno 1485
wishing she could contemplate it
where it hangs: in the Prado museum.
By now Vigga knew she had committed
one deadly sin: invidia or
envy.

Sitting at her twisted old tree Vigga Vølva
suddenly felt hunger and she tumbled
over her own feet trying to gather nectar
from the busy bees and drinking it devouringly
with a straw. She then thought a terrible thought
She had committed another sin : Gula
Gluttony.

Shaking her head she become irate
why should she not drink this nectar.
Granted it was destined for healing
the sad souls of her little village, but
she had worked so hard in the night
that she needed it. Irate is
wrath.

Calming down she then stretched her
long limbs and thought of her past night
she had been in the arms of Odin
strong, handsome and sensual guy,
old and warn, but knew the femina.
Another sin called luxuria or
lust.

Vigga Vølva with her long auburn hair
then took it upon her self to shake
away the thoughts of sin and walked
in her autumnal wood and came upon
the little brook where she often mirrored
herself. She smiled! Beautiful. Vanitas
Pride.

She sat down, mulled over the fact
that within minute minutes she had committed
deadly sins galore - does a human do
that every day, Vølva Vigga's mind questioned?
It was so magnificent here that she languished
along the bank, even though work called.
Sloth.

Vigga Vølva got up and wandered wondering
about - thinking again avidly several minutes
about the Bosch world picture of humanity
and its feeble follies of committing the sins
taught so carefully to keep folks in somewhat
a harness - wishing eagerly she could do it too.
Greed!

Vølva Vigga took a deep breath and exhaled
the wood ventured to try and humor her humor
its brilliant colors of the month of October
was the only way she could look at the sins
all within herself - satisfied she would never be.
And the others? Each individual decides
individually.

For those interested in seeing the picture here is the address
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Boschsevendeadlysins.jpg

Rires

Cirque du soleil
c'est une epiphanie
rires fous

Car haiku

Young person relax
old car makes noises and stop
no personal feud.