A haiku of wedding love

.ThankYouBoth.
Danced with raised glasses
we toast your commitment.
Love fills this great hall.

haiku

.YourRouteStartedHere.
Familiar lips
marked against our rooms window.
Your goodbye to me.

a haiku

.TheSmallPrint.
Corporations fish
through wifi capturing nets.
Goodbye to secrets.

A Haiku

.Voyage.
Just one strand of twine
Wrap our arms as rope together.
We sail seven seas.

a couple of haikus

..CupWon.

Rugby players scores
huddled mud bees celebrate
Sweetest nectar won.

.NoTimeForDesert.

Parachute chord puled
packed inside gourmet menu.

I'll have the pork choooooooooops.

a haiku

.LikeADoubleChin.
Double barrel boobs
from belt tight under belly.
Her tit wank xl.

Crow

The congeling blood filled crow
dots a flight path overhead
4000 hours of airborne surveillance logged
in an thickening imagination.
Inefficent feathers cut through thermals
down below his friends gorge on human excess.
Yet Gregg for that what he calls his conscious self
his name taken from the brown papered litter
he used to feed from cannot land.
This last flight
this curse of his evolved thinking
being too aware causes each vessel to turn to stone
to be able to survive.
Gregg knows that already his belly is swollen solid
brittle legs hang like autumn frosted twigs
if he lands
he will never take off again
his body
outstretched in its last dying fight
for flight.
No. I will not be remembered
as he crashed into ground
shatters into  tiny concrete fragments.
Easier to erode this way.

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Harry left his mug on the sticky varnished tabletop.
Triangulated tea cup ring stains act as a landing pad
for repeated take offs.
Outside, standing with a tense face built like a blocked sink,
draining away through plug removed eyes.
taking in nature
‘you see this is what life should be, simple, birdsong
green.’
as he steps onto orgasm thick soft grass.
‘Not stuck inside plugged in and clocked off, no-one else is here,’
He ponders out loud.
‘People use to go online to get away, now in the real world.’
Clean fresh air is triumphantly snorted up, directed by ever
widening smile.
He has only reached this nirvana through his frustration
of trying to operate his computer with his charging phone.

some haikus

.SunDial.

Shadows stretch, yawning
stood up disappear rising sun.
Return after shift.

.RareInSummersSun.

Zebra stripped shadows
nestling behind trees safe.
Hunted by bright sun.

.Forts.

Daises fortified
within town planning cluster.
Our aerial view.

.ColouringBook.

These greens seem more gray
help me colour them vibrant.
Through patient loving.

.MoveOut.

Point at any house
will turf out the occupants.
We can make a home.

A haiku

.OddShapeCoin.
Exact change for crisps
Vending machine gags, rejects.
Coin returned, repeat.

A haiku

.ArtificialFlavours.
Meeting, huddled tight
nasal strong laundry smell.
Monday morning haze.

The Light Within

Predictably those
shadows creep over again
flawlessly stitched together

by expert craftsmen.

Locked together
black branched fingers

overhead form skeletal rafters
a thick cage chamber.

I take from my heart

that beeswax lantern sculpted

candle you installed
and use it to part

with lightsaber strokes
my shrinking coffin.

Life behind these bars
cold to my delicate touch
the thoughts buried

deepest away on my limping crutch
your candle begins to falter.
I know you cannot warm me forever.

Alone with gritted teeth
I pull at these glass sharp branches

labouring hands soon bleeds
through gloom decapitating snatches.

I build a fire
from these memories
and light it with your love
it soon burns
with a growing thirst
warming me, through expelled gloom
I have finally the room

to breath.
Tearing down ruined childhood
 to feed this hunger
a gurn breaks out on my wincing face,
awkward,  soon settles
like a content cat
into a relaxed smile
below my soot smudged nose.
This woodland, now green and open

the leaves soft under scabbed dirty palms

I blow out your candle and return it to my heart.