Afternoon of August 6, 2025

 

steps off the path

the hope a first mushroom

brings

~Randy Brooks

doublespeak . . .

getting old living through

1984 again

~Randy Brooks

stranger in a strange land

the trout rainbow

over me

~Randy Brooks

hamburger diner

each customer perched on

their own pedestal

~Randy Brooks

pluto

exiled from solar system

still orbiting the sun

~Tejendra Sherchan

meteor shower

        brushing the 

sand off 

       a mermaid’s purse

~Stephen Toft

only my cat hears them

                                        falling stars

~Stephen Toft

day moon i thought you were dead butterfly

~Stephen Toft

final insult

plastic roses

on her grave

~Wanda Amos

dusk

her fear of  shadows …

sun-downing

~Wanda Amos

My ox won’t plow this

field where buffalo leapt

through flowers and fell.

~Terry Trowbridge

A healing and

appealing ion

might let one

seal     achieve

sea-lion status

~Charles A. Perrone

Bleak truth:

the envelope

is too small.

~Noah Berlatsky

green screams    the ninety-sixth name of God

~Richard Magahiz

the edges

of the frame things with

candy corn eyes

~Richard Magahiz

cries of RTs

the sun heating up

each chassis

~Richard Magahiz

the icy salt water

the spill of spiderflesh

~Richard Magahiz

Children are afraid that someone will knock on their window at night. Old people are

afraid that no one will ever knock on their door again.

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

 

 

 

                 Our store is open:

https://www.zazzle.com/store/five_fleas

Morning of August 3, 2025

 

 

 

 

What Lines?

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

 

 

 

 

 

 

when the strings

are pulled

he comes to life

and dances:

the wooden politician

~Mark Gilbert

cicadas

political pundits

reach fever pitch

~Douglas J. Lanzo

sticking my nose in a few political uncertainties

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

# 1 way to tell

you are part of a criminal enterprise

whistleblowers called snitches

~dan smith

false memories

of nonchalant beetles

and murders

committed by

nobody……….

~Mark Gilbert

in the dark

the rhythmic thunder

of eyelash

on pillowcase

buffed and rebuffed

~Mark Gilbert

Missing

 

Hunkered down in bed, I adjust my pillow,

finally ready for that book I’ve been so eagerly

anticipating, only to find page one                              .

~Scott C. Holstad

damn sure feels like a prose poem

~Scott C. Holstad

invisible fuxxed secret codez – another diluted found pome

they are praying for me now

demons merely posing as angels

trembling under the weight of the word

musta been screaming when they got hit

replaceable deviance not in control

~Scott C. Holstad

a butterfly suffering from cold -

in a refugee camp a child shivers

~Paul Callus

a stray dog wails

in the wee hours

darkness swallows it


~Tejendra Sherchan

last leaf

this desire to become

the moon

~Debarati Sen

road puddles

doing enough to host

croaking frogs

~Tejendra Sherchan

The ambulance

Come soon even on a rainy evening

but never rush to death.

~Partha Sarkar

dead cockroach

its antennae

still flashing

~Tejendra Sherchan

Fahrenheit

 

telling me

the temperature

outside his window

and how to convert it

and who has died

~Mark Gilbert

pill bottle warning

not to be taken

seriously

~M. R. Pelletier

our world

a net negative

for earth

~M. R. Pelletier

waking inside a sentence meant for the Other

~Vijay Prasad

holy holy holy

the unsullied flesh

of a rutabaga

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

two-factor authentication

downloading . . .

the key to consciousness

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

perennial bed

the joy of deadheading

lovers for stew

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

Journals open for submissions in August

Acorn Haiku / Chrysanthemum / Enchanted Garden (coffee or tea poems) 
 

/ Haiku Girl Summer (only Aug 1-15) / Kingfisher / tinywords

 

 

Morning of July 30, 2025

 

 

diamond rains in neptune my failure to fly

~Tejendra Sherchan

she wants him to find another book club, quick-ly

~Patrick Sweeney

loneliness epidemic as second covid

~Martina Matijević

most of the day barefoot and mystified

~Patrick Sweeney

the failed voice from locked lungs of a room

~Vijay Prasad

The roof of your mouth

is actually a ceiling.

~Nicholas De Marino

if I could get 'round that last integral sign

before another pear

sucker-punches the roof

~Patrick Sweeney

holding an umbrella

the shadow of a shadow

eclipses a moon

~Elliot Diamond

can of worms

Warhol's soul

the first one out

~Vishal Prabhu

my quantum poetry

so Einsteinian

relatively

~dan smith

flute recital

an ant journeys

up my leg

~Neena Singh

Sliding Acrostic

     Death

    dEath

  deAth

 deaTh

deatH

~Nicholas De Marino

greetings

to the cockroaches

post-war

~Oliver Kleyer

proclaiming

a general amnesty

resetting the chess board

~Oliver Kleyer

potter's field

all the grave flowers dead

from weedkiller

~John J. Dunphy

hospice haiku

every poem

a one-liner

~John J. Dunphy

say, whatever happened to all those lighthearted spots

when the smiling local reporters

fried an egg on the sidewalk

~Patrick Sweeney

with a six-hundred-million-year-old smile

he wants to be reborn

a sea apple

~Patrick Sweeney

 

 

Open All of July and August

acorn haiku: https://www.acornhaiku.com/submissions