a haiku

.AtLast.
Finally the end
patience lost through long waiting.
Girlfriends movie choice.

some haikus

.HarddriveRecovery.
Buried deep inside
unshakeable memory
that one smile from you.

.OutOfTheWay.
Umbrellas disrupts
upturned boats blocks the passage.
Of the more prepared.

some tankas

.WarmBed.
This broken mattress
sinks low, broken on my side.
Gravitational
roll over towards me, please.
Natural sleeping snuggle.

.WayOut.
Dead branches stratch hard
like a passionate lover.
Lost deep in forest.
Stumbling, exit path found.
scars remind, of this mistake.

forgotten thoughts haiku

.Thoughts.
Breath glazes window
thoughts frozen, captured in time.
Melt away slowly.

birds cleavage view haiku

.RightIdea.
Lonely bird in tree
scrambles up dead branches high.
Better cleavage view.

some haikus

.TailDownPlease.
Cat on lap, tail up
reverses up backwards close.
Playdough star maker.

.MonaLisa.
Face like no other
beautiful looks can stop time.
All stop in deep awe.

snowflake haiku

.BrrrItsCold.
Snowflake thumps window
desperate to get inside.
Far too cold outside.

a haiku about the snow

.MeltingCrops.
Remaining snow lays
as patchwork crops in farmed fields.
Waits for melting plough.

a tanka about the winter freeze

Frost bitten snowfall
covers all deep, pinches tight.
Numb and paralyzed.
Hibernating warm indoors.
Waiting for the thawing sun.

a haiku

.WhatyouAre.
Splinter under skin
pain causing irritation.
Memories of you.

snowball fight haiku

.StreetFight.
Snowball fight ensues
one thrown hard, loaded with stones.
That dirty bully.

a pokemon haiku

.IchooseYou.
Pokemon trainers
never bathe with Pikachu.
Electrocution.

boxing day haiku

.TheHangover.
Awake Boxing day
paper crown upon sore head.
Best Christmas ever.

haiku about dead branches

.DeadBranches.
Crows nests soon litter
branches of winter dead trees.
Plastic shopping bags.

a haiku about exploding love

.TheFlame.
This gunpwder keg
packed tight with my love for you.
Explode when near you.

wise words advice

.WiseWordsIndeed.
Man in loo exits
with familiar advice
'Leave it 10 minutes.'

haikus for a saturday night

.SaturdayNight.
Lit chinese dragon
formed from taxi headlights, snakes
crawling down highstreet.

.SillyAdverts.
Pack of women hunt
war cry of.'Here come the girls!'
Damn you, boots adverts.

santa haiku

.Waiting.
Tired, heavy head
waiting up to see santa.
loud thud! Now slumbers.

haikus about christmas trade

.LazyShopping.
Shops bustle for trade
Christmas presents three for two.
Not for me I hope.

.PoorBuys.
Thumbed and torn remains
those last few Christmas bargins.
Budget buying skills.

platform edge

I check my breath
its stale from thoughts unsaid
I take a step forward,
shuffle my feet
and put a hopeful look on my face.

Stood here waiting
with my broken latched suitcase
tucked under one arm.
At this crumbling platform edge
surrounded by
my nervous echoing cough,
I check my watch,
it doesnt matter
the batteries died long ago.

In the distance a shimmering hope
rolls effortlessly down
these overgrown tracks
like a JML rust remover
All things are restored
to original beauty
as you pass through.

That annoucement,
crackles over the dusty tannoy
in this forgotten place.
Your arrival draws a simple smile
patiently wait,
for your carriages to open.
others appear
and step aboard
Whistles blows your departure.

I check my breath
its stale from thoughts unsaid
and take a step forward
shuffle my feet
and put a hopeful look upon my face.

In the distance a shimmering hope
rolls effortlessly down
these overgrown tracks
like a jml rust remover
All things are restored
to original beauty
as you pass through.

These tracks begin to rust over again
as I sit on my suitcase
waiting for the next arrival.

a haiku

.WakeUp!
Dead feeling inside
far too weak for suicide.
In this coma still.

a haiku about presents

.BarbedPresents.
Presents wrapped tightly
folded sharp corners. Beware!
Impatient gropers.

tanka about patient cormorant

Patient cormorant
waits for that striking moment
sustenance reward.
those calm often see further
without distorting splashes.

a tanka about mountains

Mountain stream erodes
bleeding away heart and soul
river floods below.
tired from teary downpour
All mountains will turn to hills.

A tanka about christmas

Christmas tree unpacked
stands proud, countdown now begins.
Illuminated.
Now awaiting those presents
santa not for the greedy.

tucked in

Winter,
no chins on show.
Dug deep
like a heavy spade,
into coat collar
and scarf.
To avoid this cold,
zero below.

haikus about moving

.HouseMoving.
Bend knees when lifting.
Wardrobe and removal man,
groan in unison.

.Future.
House move forward
Forgotten behind bookcase.
Photograph of past.

frozen arm haiku

.WinterColours.
Red armed t-shirt man
burnt, from not the blazing sun.
But from freezing touch.

christmas shopping haikus

.BarginShopping.
Shoppers, hungry bees,
towards the sweetest shop stores.
Those with closing down sales.

.IWantItAll.
Stroppy child demands
weak parents, spoil rotten.
Never be happy.

a haiku about soup

.PatienceForSoup.
Napkin folded neat
origami cotton swan.
Waiting for my soup.

haiku

.InternationMatch.
Sea of red jerseys
fans drift into stadium.
Loud boisterous tide.

haikus

.DamnManga.
Japanese schoolgirl
ultimate fantasy role.
will happen, one day.

.SuggestiveDrunk.
Tipsy suggestions
whispered into partners ears,
Deny when sober.

haiku about a cup of tea

.BiscutsPlease.
Tea made correctly
process followed perfectly.
Sit back and enjoy.

red haired haiku

.ShadesOfHair.
Like Poison Ivy
pretty face framed by red hair.
My favorite colour.

haikus about barladies

.PerfectPouredPint.
Barmaid foxy gaze
lustily handles the pumps.
Seduction complete.

.DoubleUp.
Leaning over bar
barmaids bosom draws sly gaze.
Thats why I drink here.

.DrunksEyes.
those sparkling eyes
in the sea of drunk sorrow.
Pretty barlady.

cold whispered draft

That cold sharp shiver
jabbing like a hot fork
up my shuddering spine.
No matter how many layers
I wrap myself in,
and no matter how many times
I tuck my shirt
into my pants.
You still creep through.

for you

For you and only you
I would;

Rush home early,
in a sweaty stumbling state.
Just so I can hand you
a cup of tea
with a warming kiss
when you walk
through the door.

In the cold
slumbering mornings
I would fetch warmed socks
from the clunking radiator
for your sleepy feet.
First thing during
these winter mornings.

With a hungry gaze
towards that last slice
of chocolate toffee cake
I would stand guard
with my fork.
So noone,
apart from you, can eat it.

I would even tolerate
your Facebook clicking,
through friends photos.
Whining that you look awful
in every photo
even though you never do.

a haiku about a lovers touch

.ThatSpark.
To restart my heart,
resuscitation only
requires your touch.

burlesque haiku

.Whoops.
Anticipation,
private burlesque show for me.
Ejaculation.

a haiku about a hard on

.CaughtOutside.
Walking leaning slouch
jumper pulled well down to hide.
Mans hard untamed lust.

a teen swimming haiku

.QuakeInHisWake.
Teen in swimming race
cheater for using rudder.
Well hung boys hormones.

Some haikus

.GentlemansRules.
The three second rule
invalid if 'saved' is called.
Damn regional rules.

.LikeBreakfast.
Bone cut wood splinters
to grazing fires hunger.
Snap, crackle and pop.

pretty eyes haiku

.YourSpotlightStare.
Pretty hole punched eyes
lighting this darkness inside.
Warm glow on my heart.

haikus some more

.NationalRail.
Train crawls, at slow pace
snail trundles commuters home.
Unwanted patience.

.TightCoat.
Carefully wrapped up
Brown paper parcel in twine.
Man in soggy rain.

autumn fingers

Autumn branches hang
creaking downwards,
cold, sharp yet brittle
like elerderly fingers.
Strangely soft and comforting
Grandmothers touch.

a haiku about crows

.TheBirds.
Like black peppercorns
rolling across kitchen top.
Crows crowd overhead.

a HP sauce haiku

.TearHere.
Dear HP sauce man,
design sachets better, please.
Yours, truely covered.

haikus abotu the cold and the wet rain

.ArcticWinters.
Through sock hole pokes toe,
like inuit wrapped up tight.
Cosy warm slumber.

.NaturesDestruction.
In formation flight
planet destroying starships.
Clouds loaded with rain.

pull me free

Precious hours pass away
sacrifice myself
to stop the bleeding
hourglass drip.
Just to prolong
this time with you.

Body and soul buried deep
my arm sticks upwards,
reaching,
like excalibur.
Waiting, you're the only one
who can pull me free.

Hands lock like eternal cogs
together they control
our destiny.
Drown in the eternal sand
my love this time wasted,
now found.

burnt up

Stabbed deep in the heart
with what feels like
a car cigarette lighter,
emotions rapidly boil.
Blood congeals
this burn slowly heals.
Scarred skin
now only remains.

My lover,
my bestfriend,
you traitor.
Into this isolation
once again.

some haikus

.SpreadBed.
Mini jam packets
like firmly made tiny beds,
Peel back and dive in.

.ThatChildWithin.
Soft buttery toast,
over face like baby wipes.
Adult comfort.

.OurColds.
Learn to stand alone
then chopped down for firewood.
Damn these cold winters.

shorelines

Shorelines constantly changing.
Waves breaking
like splintering wooden beams,
reveals sparkling
geological rock seams.
Natures cold textures updating.

Rough salt air
dries lingering skin,
washed ashore,
new life can begin.
Tides rise quickly
then depart.
Beach clean and fresh
like a recently vaccumed carpet.

autumn leaves

Red leaves fall
twirling with panicing pace
like burning parachutes
punchtured by
aggressive tracer rounds.
These sacrificial autumn colours.

pub tune haiku

.RockPub.
Air drummer rocks out
snooker cue playing bassist.
Classic jukebox tune.

upskirt haiku

.SneakyPeak.
Lay waiting on grass,
for you. Walk into my life.
Hope you wear a skirt.

some haikus

.Sniffles.
Be tolerant please
loud sniffles annoy us all.
Keep tissues nearby.


.ManmadeAgainstNature.
Drizzle through floodlights,
bright impenetrable white.
Daz washing powder.

sparks

Further I gaze towards you
drawn closer in
no matter how hard
I tried resisting.
Your soft touch always renews.
With proton pack beauty
no longer able to haunt.
Capturing me
in your tingling lazer beam arms,
hold you without flinching
the risk of crossing the streams
is one worth taking.

Your strength
makes you the chosen one
who can prise open,
this pop fresh lidded jar
that is me.
Ground yourself for when we touch
the sparks will power
this world for a generation.

a haiku about waiting for the one to return

.OneHugIsAllThatsNeeded.
Telegraph pole stands
patiently with arms outstretched.
For her to return.

wonky painting haiku

.IgnoreFrames.
Painting hangs wonky
ignore, forget about it.
Will frustrate others.

lusty gaze haiku

.DrunkPerving.
Lusty gaze at breasts
captured on facebook for all.
Awaits girlfriends wrath.

lapped again

Within my whole existence
you have been the only
unticked box on my list.
The one I only loved.
a hole full of fond absence
unfulfilled unkissed.

No matter how many women
I kiss
never will be found the one
that lips engage with mine

Peoples worlds keep turning
fall at the first hurdle
soon you will lap by me.
See nothing changed.
just scarred with slow ageing
still cant break free.

No matter how many women
I kiss
never will be found the one
that lips engage with mine

heart shaped scar

I miss the way
you nibbled at me
like a corn on the cob
with pro typewriting pace
greedily.
Brings a soft smile
to my hard face
the one so lucky.

Days drawn short
a continous winter
now only my coat warms me
face burried under a frown
reluctantly.
Again this free fall
begin to drown
just one gesture.

In the shower
I still rub that scar
now completely healed
from when we rolled
down that field
we tumbled so far
in each others arms.
Picnic basket fondue
surrounded by crops
and collapsed barns.
The only reminder
I have of you
I cant get rid of it
except to burn over.

lumberjack fashion haiku

.LameFashion.
Checked shirt, scraggy beard
worn by those fashion conscious.
Fake, weak Lumberjacks.

cricket ball eclipse haiku

.SummerSport.
Solar eclipse forms
look upwards, Ow! Nose broken.
Ball falls back to earth.

some haikus

.WateryEyes.
Wind cuts, biting deep
stinging gales like TCP.
Winters cold begins.

.EyeHeight.
Short woman below
lowcut top reveals goodness.
Perfect eye level.

awkwardly wrapped

Another whole roll
of sellotape used
to keep your present
clenched tight in mystery.

Wrapped up, disguised,
leaving no clues to whats inside
no matter how much
you rattle and examine it.

That smiling anticipation
as you scratch through
the snowman printed paper.
One layer down, another to go.

Bands of sellotape clamp down.
Designed to be awkward to open,
so I can prolong that anticipation
on your innocent face.

Modern Christmas

That christmas anticipation
no longer exsists,
when children were once
early to large soft beds.
Then to wake early
like noisy central heating
filling the dozing house.

No longer rubbing excited eyes
as they fight to stay awake
to keep an eye out for Santa
and have to be put to bed
by caring gentle parents.

The christmas post
no longer struggles.
The lack of well wishing cards
and patiently spelt letters
to Father Christmas
from innocent kids.

Instead they scream purple faced
at their liberal parents
until they get what they want.
Disappointed with expensive toys
broken in frustration before they
are fully unwrapped.

Sulking through Christmas lunch
is that how you want to spend
this oneday of giving?
Photos of frowning faces
topped by crackers paper crown.

I will sit here alone and hope
that I will have a family
one day to share this day with.
Maybe one year we should swap
and you children can see
they should be grateful
for what they've got.

a winter scarf haiku

.WinterBringsIn.
Worn with Chelsea knot
scarfs hangs like medallions.
Smug yuppie towners.

gloves worn

Glove worn
to protect delicate hands.
Dead sparklers
stick up like used needles
in damp sand filled buckets.

Burn down
from the excitable tip.
Innocent colours
right down to the tired end
camera flash patterns fade.

Now melted
being held too tightly.
Clenched glove
stands like rusting flag pole
remember not to itch my eye.

lonely figure

Lonely silhouetted figure
against the bonfire glow,
no matter how close he stands.
Will never be as warm
as those couples around him.

cold autumn night haikus

.ColdNights.
In partners pockets
numb fingertips warm gently.
Bonfire comfort.

.GreedyKids.
Plump trick or treaters
avoid houses with steep drives.
Easy pickings please.

popping fireworks haiku

.ComfortingSmells.
Fireworks cackle
like aggressive popping corn.
Satisfying smells.

hungover santa haiku

.OneHellOfAHangover
Christmas morning dawns
Santa passed out on sofa.
Drank too much sherry.

jack frost haiku

.BreakingTheLaw.
Jack Frost strikes again
arrested for public damage.
Graffiti artist.

elves strike haiku

.PartOfTheUnion.
Present from Santa
contains apology card.
Elves picket line strike.

bonfire haiku

.Whoosh.
Fireworks explode
bright exploding colour gasps.
Unnoticed loud fart.

Im stuck with this

Snatched at,
man handled
like a chubby fingered
greedy child
playing pass the parcel
refusing to pass on.
Whining the full verbal,
Held tightly,
roughly fondled.

You took my heart,
without asking
like trying to drag
a piano upstairs
Im exhausted,
from fighting
to get it back.

autumn season

This autumn coloured valleys
foliage draws back within
its retreating self
like the draw-string hooded jumper
drawn tight to keep out the cold.

Spiderwebs glimmer like tinsel stars,
birdsong cuts sharply
through balding trees
no longer muffled by summers greedy leaves.
Braver now, overcoming hunted fears
the local wildlife has no place to hide
within this years autumn fashion.

Earth shudders underfoot
like cold bathroom floor tiles
the sun rolls low across the sky
like a lazily pushed marble.
Twigs snap with bonfire tones
branches droop heavy with dew
like old housewives stooped
from a lifetime of hard work.

I will wait patiently until next year
as once more this turning will appear.

your kiss

I would have to kiss
every girl in the world
to find the one
that kisses like you.

Fasinated by your every move
I would watch you silently.

Forgotten your face, your touch
all I have left
is the fading memory of your
soft lips.

Scared I would crush you
under all this dead weight
You could warm me from twenty paces
any closer and I would burn.

this hatred

This hatred will be used properly
repair my broken heart
plugging these holes entirely.

All I have left that is strong enough
to hold myself together,
further my emotions depart
This heart drowns in teary moisture.

Forgiveness is not within me
while you and the world
recover with love
your wounds heal completely.

My rage forms tightening chains
broken soul and body unfurls
this empty space still remains.

autumn haikus

.BriskMornings.
Pinched cheek reddness cold
low slung sun tans all autumn brown.
Our autumn mornings.

.SnugWarm
Clouds thick overhead
natures roof insulation
Warm throughout the night.

haiku about Brits abroad

.JamesBond.
For Queen and Country
ploughing women of all types.
Bond, a Brit abroad.

burnt bridges

Subconciously, I slowly plough on
putting in place what needs to be done,
all these gained memories stored within
too many, causing this whitenoise din.
Re-called memories from collected photos.
Something within me stirs and glows
from re-read forgotten love letters
recieved from those daughters.
Burning within my vengeful fire
meditating like a scarficed martyr
my deep automatic shutdown procedure,
begins as I reach critical levels of anger,
Silluetted, my lifelong bridges burn
raising hell I cannot control, can never learn.
In the ashes my personal effects destroyed,
Selr created no-mans land is fully deployed
when my dead body is found, it will be cold
to match the soul I've never controlled.

autumn haiku

.CrispAutumn.
Dead leaves hang from tree
like brown butterfly cocoons.
Seasons of nature.

a haiku

.LeadWeight.
Emotions ripple
like stones thrown into calm lake.
Slowly sink below.

a haiku about clover

.LackOfIndividuality.
Clover everywhere
like those scenesters all the same.
Except those rare few.

damp well

At the bottom of this neglected well
far beneath you, cold and pure,
you'll find my love.
All I have is this rotten bucket
in which to hoist up my affections,
that energy you burn
in drawing up my love
to quench your growing thirst.
Through the leaky bucket,
it drains away,
only a few shimering droplets left
that you suck down unrefreshed.
Hold on and lower yourself into my
unlimited quenching love.

food haikus

.HotCoals.
Drained pasta steaming,
waterdrops skip over hob,
like man on hot coals.

.WallPaper.
Al Dente pasta
when thrown sticks to kitchen wall.
Like old sneezed boogies.

candle haiku

.FashionInWax.
Thick candle burns slow,
wax tall around slumping flame
like old shoulder pads.

a haiku abotu being alone

.UnevenSofa.
Sofa space empty
unused but for my cold feet.
Alone once again.

some more haikus

.NaturesWhiteNoise.
Wind tickles my ears
now only breeze fills my soul.
Self doubt is not heard.

.WhoseNext?
No manners left here
pushy pushers at packed bar.
Be the gentleman.

some more haikus

.SeasonsTurn.
River slows, thickens,
like cold skin on rushed custard.
Winter frosts begins.

.SignMan.
Rubbing fingers warm,
parading sign tall and proud.
Golf sale directions.

back of the sofa

Fumbling on your parents sofa, super keen
oh what it was, to be an excitable teen
unbuttoning clothes with trembling fingers
every bit of new flesh in my mind it lingers.

Bra unclapsed, thats second base conquered
time to head for third as I move southward
my sweaty hand is on the inside of her knee
no complaints yet, carry on we both agree.

Trembling, I swallow, my hand trundles on
slipping about, her legs? Are coated in teflon?
Like a old frieght train through the night
unstoppable with it's lusty teenage might.

Beads of exasperated sweat form on my head
like that itchy bomb disposable expert Fred,
my fingers gingerly frolick about blind,
with my inexpierence she doesnt seem to mind.

At last! fingertip presses against something,
plural somethings, that seem to be jingling?!?!
Frozen pause, tentative fingers, precision touch,
Whats this? It all seems a bit too much.

Seem to find more, pulling my hand down
I've found some coins, and a pen leads to a frown
More wild tongue snogging and some more frantic digging
Yields only a 9 volt battery, rusting.

My hand reaches further, what more will I retrieve?
Completely turned off, she ups and asks me to leave
confused and freaked out, left in a trauma,
Relieved, it turns out Ive had my hand down the back of the sofa.

some more haikus

.SharpSandwich.
Concentrate on lunch
while viewing internet fun.
Ow! Sandwich in eye.

.SweatyMan.
Snogging sweatily,
her glitter make-up transferred.
Look like crap tranny.

.CarryOnFilms.
Lowcut top strolls past,
tripping me, catching a glimpse.
Cleavage monster strikes

bass haiku

.BassSolo.
Bass played past 12th fret,
fingers wriggle rapidly.
Like stractching his balls.

snogging haiku

.DrunkLust.
Drunk snog concussion
swoop in for rough tonguing. Bang!
Rubbing sore forehead.

sandwish haiku

.PerfectLunch.
Sandwich consists of,
firm chedder cheese and pickle.
Crusts left on, damn it!

haiku

.DrummingRain.
Rain attacks upturned
flowerpots with loud vengence.
Natures got rhythm.

calm sea

Further downstream I float
engulfed by these flames
no struggle just acceptance,
this is my final resolve.
Given full guard honours
a sacraficed solider
in this war of my heart.
No more loathing,
all traces burnt away
nothing will remain.
faded disjointed memories
as I slowly fade from your heart
no further part to play
in this war I fought and lost.
That fading glow in the distant sea
as I slip under the surface
burning in my selfish rage,
calm sea boils away and soothes
below, forgotten at last.

another haiku

.ScumbagCollege.
Smug bastards on that
university challenge,
expensive schooling.