Morning of February 5, 2025

 

                                                                                                                Buzzed

                                                                                                   ~Roberta Beach Jacobson

pacemaker

signs of slowing down

on the sidewalk

~Herb Tate

buddha's footprint

the shape of

my shoe

~Herb Tate

poetry clang

or my other plan...

snowbell

~Herb Tate

quantum physics exam

all my answers

keep changing

~John J. Dunphy

winter in.  con.  trol

Helios rests much longer

‘til spring grabs the reins

~Suzanne S. Austin-Hill

escaped hyenas and other problems

~Nicholas De Marino

Her conclusion was that love and mental illness may be difficult to tell apart.

                                 (Found poem in an English textbook)

~Nicholas De Marino

methodology

going from the right here

to a wrong there

~M. R. Pelletier

dumping site

behind a state department

pebbles of all sizes

~Tejendra Sherchan

cold day in Hell

polar vortex

from D.C.

~dan smith

what a marshmallow in the hand is worth

campfire smoke

a fair price

for the brownie badge

~Heidi McIver/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

freaky cheetos

from the bag

on the cupboard shelf

cries of rapture

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer/Robert P. Moyer

Closing February 28: humana obscura anthology

https://www.humanaobscura.com/anthology

Hedgerow open until February 19

https://hedgerowhaiku.com/submissions/

Closing February 9: Haiku Calendar Competition (fee)

https://www.snapshotpress.co.uk/contests/thcc/entry_guidelines.htm

Afternoon of February 2, 2025

Open all of February: https://tinywords.com/submit

first time ever in my dream giraffe

~Tejendra Sherchan

ratting the mongoose year of the snake

~Rashmi VeSa

antidote of all venoms honey badger

~Tejendra Sherchan

even inside

the dragon’s belly

it is spring

~Noah Berlatsky

'til death do us part —

my very last words

to the mosquito

~Mark Meyer

five fleas

one minute on the dog

then they're gone

~Mark Meyer

15-yard dash

the pesky cockroach

wins by a hair

~Mark Meyer

a hare shy

on the other side

of the looking glass

Alice’s transition

~Kelly Sauvage Moyer/Terri L. French

ethical doubts

date night

the lobster’s

handcuff collection

~Robert P. Moyer/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

beloved escargot

second edition

the posthumous success

of a bard

~Robert P. Moyer/Kelly Sauvage Moyer

chest-deep

in the city sewer

chocolate dreams

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

crocodile eyes

smiling in the bayou

I wake in your jaws

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

Martian slugs

heartless romantics whose love

songs swept the system

~David C. Kopaska-Merkel

It Still Rains

in the market place

almost every day-

It's a blue metallic rain

and it's always fresh

with a salty after taste-

So it's hard to see the ghosts

that float just out of reach

but stay still

you will feel their gentle push

toward the light of brighter days

~dan smith

The excitement

Of a new coffee mug

In the morning

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

ground truthing grief in the field of loss

~Rashmi VeSa

the past participle of I in the past tense of self

~Rashmi VeSa

moss post-truth particle

~Rashmi VeSa

the day stares at me passing by

~Vijay Prasad

Open all of February: 

http://www.chrysanthemum-haiku.net/en/submission-guidelines.html

Mornng of January 30, 2025

 

  

 

taking down her planets a jar of baby teeth

~John Pappas

spaceships out of empty boxes poetry

~John Pappas

destroying my data a double whiskey neat

~John Pappas

budding branches all the orders of angels

~John Pappas

all the times I’ve called you waterfall

~John Pappas

you have left

I remain

a silhouette

~Jennifer Gurney

grounded

an afternoon of

ceiling shadows

~John Pappas

after the tornado

child retrieves his kite

from the fallen tree

~John J. Dunphy

death poem

a taste of silver

on the tongue

~John Pappas

year’s end

the piracy of

sunsets

~John Pappas

Deadline February 25: https://www.esuj.gr.jp/event/5_index_detail.php

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