Morning of January 28, 2025

the bejesus

between euphoria

and despair

a functional deity

~Robert P. Moyer / Kelly Sauvage Moyer

no-

where

exists

some-

where


~Joseph P. Wechselberger

I am whispering between your lines of the day to day

~Keith Snow

the pot boils over without water

~Robert Fleming

meditation a hush on the horizon

~Katherine E Winnick

snowdrifts silent cento for unmarked graves

~dan smith

landing

in the wheelbarrow

well-seasoned winter soups

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

winter cloud

my inner colors change

into blue

~Beata Czeszejko

coral dawn

the drip drop of rain

in my dream

~Nisha Raviprasad

But the fact is

She phoned me while I was thinking of her.

Was it telepathy or deep emotions that made her phone me?

Perhaps both of them did so and made me happy and later happier.

But the fact

It was SHE who phoned me made me happiest.

~Partha Sarkar

THE APOLOGY

My apology

was insincere

but she

accepted it.

Then we kissed

and made up.

At least,

she made up.

I made do.


~John Grey

harvest party

a beautiful bride

of Frankenstein


~Anna Cates

chocolate chips

in my contribution

Friday funeral


~Anna Cates

IN THE BEGINNING 5

there was no one

to tell you

how cheap things were

in their day

~John Grey

unpopular choice

already being sworn at

though not yet sworn in

~John H. Dromey

when you love

I will be your neighbor

~Robert Fleming

produce stand

a cloud of fruit flies

claims the nectarines


~Joseph P. Wechselberger

they came

with the house

peeling Adirondack chairs


~Joseph P. Wechselberger

stripped nuts

monkey wrench . . .

a firm grasp

on my deity’s predictions

~Terri L. French / Kelly Sauvage Moyer

 

Morning of January 25, 2025

 

Open all of January: https://kokako10.wordpress.com/Submissions/

liquesce of my loneliness melting dew drops


~Pravat Kumar Padhy

cricketsong a conversation with my pancreas


~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

quantum entanglement a pathway to the cosmic villages


~Pravat Kumar Padhy

just a dame dusting off the antimatter

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

winter wind—

i fill the cracks

with chocolate

~Anne Fox

feeding feral cats…

all these wild dreams

return

~Anne Fox

K i n t s u g i

Awake and aware

The scalpel is there

Cuts in my face

Will help me place

What's right or wrong

Life is where I belong

Stitched up and plastered

Kintsugi on my cheek

Fault lines of the past

Joined up at last

~Olinda Ninolakis

not looking down

as the drone passes over

with a trap door

~Stephen Jarrell Williams

the world knows

a lot

about a little

and a little

about a lot

~Stephen Jarrell Williams

high on the mountain

easy to be a saint

no temptations

unless one counts a desire

to step off the bluff

truly becoming nothing


~Tom Blessing

three Bodhisattvas

smack, slap, and eye poke dharma

Larry, Curly, Moe

~Nicholas De Marino

unhinged biscuit

pillow talk

the buttered crannies

of forgiveness

~Terri L. French / Kelly Sauvage Moyer

old flame

the radiant heat

of absolute zero


~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

Aging

Is a waxed camellia

Overgrown

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

escape velocity

the end

of her ellipses

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

Last day to submit: https://failedhaiku.com/submissions-guidelines/

Afternoon of January 24, 2025

 

every city grows vertically

snow falls vertically

the coffin is horizontal

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

Shadows in Jail

 

Shadows from the snow fence

stretch in jail-cell menace

across the drift blowing higher

in an attempt to escape

and race across the flats

to riot between highway lines

in the do-not-pass zone.

~Diane Webster

Sleep Still

 

Ponderosa pine needles

encased in ice weave

together like a spider web

knitted with January’s

breath frozen silent

so the predator spider

still sleeps its hibernation.

~Diane Webster

Path View

 

Barbed wire spirals

around wooden fence post

like cartoon bumblebee’s

path dotted for the audience's

viewing pleasure.

~Diane Webster

diamonds underfoot one grain of rice glistens

~Richard Magahiz

bird drinks voice

~Mykyta Ryzhykh

off the map coast-to-coast madness

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

the old master bleeds scriptures written in water

~Richard Magahiz

If I had a time machine

I would go back

and helplessly change nothing.

I would have no power to change anything.

But at least they would not have happened

all the things we knew would happen

and could not stop.

~Noah Berlatsky

like a crooked bone

rubbing against

its socket

a sputtering

inner planet

~Richard Magahiz

Journey or Destination

 

If the tree had never grown

on top of the hill,

would the side-by-side

trails of the road

have been made

to reach it?

~Diane Webster

Afternoon of January 20, 2025

diving

into the new year

no intention of touching bottom

~Jennifer Gurney

desert Houdinis

a royal flush of camels

folds into sand

~Douglas J. Lanzo

shifting perspectives

a boy

and a chameleon

~Douglas J. Lanzo

into

the great wide

open

~Jennifer Gurney

remembering

mental illness

remembering

what

no memory

of why

~Shasta Hatter

the bruising number of times

I had five apples

take away two

~Patrick Sweeney

inching

toward spring

one more minute of light

~Jennifer Gurney

iron deep pan

standing the heat for years

frying donuts

~Tejendra Sherchan

add a Manchurian blizzard or two to your picture of me

~Patrick Sweeney

enough of fragility of ice covering the lake

~Fatma Zohra Habis

Now Streaming:  Consciousness

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

mad in the mirror of this rented room

~Patrick Sweeney

press conference pressing a little harder

~Roberta Beach Jacobson

the kind of guy who doesn't count to ten

~Patrick Sweeney

within a ptolemaic universe workshopping poems

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer

in 1959 I said yes to the Spumoni

~Patrick Sweeney

paternity testing in accordance with cupid's thermodynamic arrow of time

~Kelly Moyer

I cross

the bridge at night

to the other side

the dawn breaks

and all my plans are lost

~Fatma Zohra Habis

pussyhats

back in season

this January

~Morag Elizabeth Humble

January 20

I listen to MLK, Jr's

'I have a dream' speech

while watching on mute

the inauguration

~John J. Dunphy