How hard can it be?

Friends -- then more -- and back again.

Will it end with friend?

The snow ban lifted,

we park free from tow and fee.

Plow down ~ plow around.

Prince, Queen, Sir Elton John.

Dance in my royal kitchen.

All together now!

Bareback and buck wild

until breathing is a strain.

Pant out a message.

Laughing about love,

wherever it's hiding now.

Snow falls -- but we're toast.

Friends joining hands, smiles.

You don't drink? So don't worry.

We have laughs ~ so binge!

Foundation

Thump out a sweet beat,

Elite and discreet, toe tap

base line hide beneath.

Waiting for my friend.

My partner is rhyme. Thishi?

You do haiku -- don't you?

FIRST!

It's here, the new year.

Oh my, goodbye old O' Nine.

Hello, big One O!

In '09 I lost:

More than I care to think of,

and my cell phone, too.

two-thousand & nine
blinked memories of poems
soft with love and loss

munchin' and crunchin'
t-rex and carolyn, too.
burgers and ice cream!

Mental haiku wall.

Everyday I try in vain.

I just can't produce...

IM LAME AND CALLED YOUR MOM

what the hell, thomas?
you made me all nervous, gone
missing for three days

Beaten on his head,

he returns. Shouting, "Wake up!"

Snooze him -- he will win.

Get over it girl!

His big teeth and froin' hair. . .

STEP ON HIS DICK! FUCK!

Cold, white, wet, slick shit.

Save it! -- Forget winter woes.

Keep on strong, autumn.

HI FELLOW HAIKU-FRIENDS
A YEAR IS ALMOST COMPLETE,

ANYBODY WANT TO MAKE A HAIKU-ZINE OF ALL
THE HAIKUS WRITTEN ON "YEAR BELLIES" FOR
THE GLORIOUS YEAR OF 2009?

PLEASE COMMENT ON THIS POST, MERCI

ALSO COMMENT IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN CREATING
ANOTHER HAIKU-A-DAY BLOG FOR THE YEAR 2010

EVERYBODY! EVERYBODY! JOIN THE FUN!

x x x

PINK ANGLE

racing matter touch
brain batter, particles of
people in my soup

my type

Hot tea, popping knee.

Ski-jump nose, funny toes.

Sushi feast, pilled sheets.

Crash of

Unstoppable force

meets your unmovable will.

Can you hold your ground?

Stumbled out the door,

He drove off drunk. -- The fool!

Left his love for lust.

Give It Your Best Shot

.

.

.

.

Ha! Filibuster?

I don't care. My brain's storming.

-- New ways to get you.

.

.

.

.

Rawhide

Heart's calculatin'
My true love will be waitin',
The end of my ride.

Damn You Reese and the Cup You Rode in On

Fresh teeth, scrubbed to gleen.

A cup of peanut butter

and chocolate fixed that!

Thishi and Thomas

All for you and me.
I think we're writing alone.
No one reads this stuff.

climbing trees and yelling shit at people down below

FILL MY BELLY UP
WITH ICE SKATES AND BREAKFAST DATES
SOUNDS GOOD, MR BONES?

TWO TWENTY TWO

WHAT'S THE POINT, TYPING
IN CAP LOCKS? IRONY? A
MELODIC CATCH-ALL

Croaking his louest,

Frog begs Horse to wait and chat.

Trot on -- ignoring.

I know: "sticks and stones"
What about a photograph?
Those can bring ya down.

My new found order.
Calming -- Centering -- Fragile.
Up keep is a chore.

My sun is now set.
Consumed by Gaia -- she's gone.
New moon hailing -- flight!

My sun is fading.
She's low on the horizon.
Dark and cold -- I weep.

A new moon rises.
Stunning -- she promises warmth.
Bright -- but I'm doubtful.

Rotten fruit in leaves.
Seeds grow through sour dead pulp.
Reach for the sun in vain!

Falling Down

Red leaves falling fast.
Covering my broken street.
Rest! -- Stirring shows cracks.

She blows a warm wind.
Calming and soft -- she speaks slow.
Her words carry me.

Hanging loose, I drift.
Floating on clouds, sinking deep,
we settle and sleep.

Clean Up on Isle Two

My heart runneth over.
Love -- Caring -- Lust -- Desire
Spill to the tile.

Light and chemicals.
My creative tools today.
Set to blow your mind!

Killing time? For shame!
A whole day lost is tragic.
Find it! -- Recoup your loss.

"Strike while the iron's hot!"
This fruit's ripe, ready to squeeze.
Quick! -- Soon it will rot.

Leaves fall, hopes go dull.
Just wait, won't take forever!
Redemption on hold.

i can live without

which just shows how strong I am

my skin, it's tough too.

I STILL LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THESE

to define a year
a few syllables at a
time--impossible?

it's september, nope:

was hoping this would
last forever, haikus for
a year together

window pane

time drifts, oh, then halts.

it's eleven eleven.

and i'm not in love.

love! i know it now
that it's not true, that we've been
truthfully loving

!

keep telling myself

that i'll learn to feel for you

it comes in waves it's

not the same though, i

know what it feels like to be

in love, warming love

it sucks we get old

and can't hang out in a group

and people hone in

love is so good yet

we try to share it one way

and now i'm left out

and playing along

hurts me; to you I'm a child

but i know better

my body feels old

girls don't come naturally

and then grow apart

there's no falling here

technically i'm not alone

but who pulls their blinds

you can come inside

but community's vital

for making a home

searching for a place

with comfort and pretty face

you find refried beans

Bicycle

rain from a glass bowl
down, the whole sky shattered
it's fragments are us

To All: (If I'm Being Mean...)

Never have I been

so strongly for yet against

making out with you.

"keep extracting"

vs.

you know doctors can't hock bad

out of us for good...

summer lightening pounds
down colorful arrays of
lemonade and ice

it's weird, sad, thrilling

people think of you despite

lack of awareness.

today I found out

someone was discussing me

though I don't know them

it seems like a breech

and it's scary and sad too

cause I'll think of death

this info would spread

should I die, a prolific

curiosity.

and do you "notehim",

I've since made out with resin?

there was fun and fear

cause you always were

a chainsmoker, and now her

and maybe me too.

no summer can compare

live among the trees
dirt filled fingernails all day
sweat draws the bees close

fungus creeps and thrives
temptation is strong to pick
what you see, it's true

that poison ivy
may try to attack and spread
but you've come prepared

happy as can be
the cuyahoga valley
and me, like two peas

day

you would bite my tongue

looks and movements don't feel wrong

until after words

voice(s)

looking for it lost
along the way, catch phrases
caught among bundles

i hate when the blinds

on my window misalign

personal reminders

i pack up and move,

to be ready this time round.

The Things They Carried.

Honestly works best.
Until you honestly don't
love me. -- Then get lost.

Chuck Palahniuk

Is like the Dave Matthews Band

version of shock lit.

Moments of Vanity

Hop out the shower,
Clean off the mirror, toss your
hair and say, "Yes, please!"

((it's good for your health they say))

Copyright Martin Kellogg on May 13th, 2009:

Hippo: "Hippos suck."

Other hippo: "Don't be so

hippo critical"

across the stages
you have walked, he carefully
watched; he does love you

sri lanka

an island bloodbath,
propaganda and ethnic
tensions colliding

international
outrage, but what is to be
done? through letters and

disapproval of
government doings? no
accountable actions

weeping and shaking,
what is there left to do for
loss of human life?

country sovereignty
and law, selfish excuses
to power and greed

personal interests
over general welfare,
WE HAVE HAD ENOUGH

Standing in this field,
cold and uncertain, I wait.
Waiting for contact.

remember me son?

I raised you for twenty years.

we've grown so apart

etched into bark breath
incredible dark, promise
nope never good day

YOU ARE YOUR OWN

of learning of love,
if only i believed in
god, someone to blame

simple right?

Just hold tight 'til you
no longer recognize it.
-- Now let go and forget.

let's write what we feel

these five seven fives
have made a monster of me.
i'm not blind, you know.

in my own way

Words sting harsh like barbs
sent on rough stationary.
Delivered with care.

a pair of scissors, please

if i could cut all
these tangled strings binding us
to other things, oh!

exploration date

yeah, i understand

why we can't use the term 'love'.

ummm, it keeps how long?

"..my initial response was that the context was a limiting factor in determining the self because it could never fully reflect our being, only parts of it. Even though I wrote "getting lost", I see loneliness as a more fulfilling experience because it allows all parts of the being to rise to the surface, and be grasped by the self. We become the context for ourselves."

i think you're trying

to say shit in fancy ways

a common bad choice

enlightened

CREATURE FEATURES CATCH
TONGUE-TWISTERS AWAKE TO BAKE
SUNSHINE // MELLOW PIE

Jet Set of Luggage

Fold me up like a
transformer suit case carry on.
Pick me up -- Let's go.

Texting Across the Room

So ambivalent:
"I don't know, what do you think?"
I think you make me laugh.

She Sings Sweet Songs

Close my eyes; pretend
those love words are meant for me.
Starts me day dreaming.

Eggs in the evening.
Pancakes post meridiem.
Breakfast for dinner.

MIRROR

my throat rumbles a
deep husky blue, i could sing
until dawn turns in

like nico, echo
her voice in stars, millions
of butterflies sink

into sunny days
peach pie & lemon pops give
ME WHAT YOU HAVE GOT

No Rumble Tumbles!

my worry is that we're all

sad and self-centered

gosh the board's too thin

quit now, tools'll cause splitting...

a glass of water?

) =

Bitches

fit so snug in my
S-curves --front and back -- but peel
away for a treat.

i don't know i don't
know i don't know i don't know.
it's all i can say.

This Is What He Wanted?

Is it possible
that one could so coolly doom
himself -- willingly?

Like McCartney's Jude
who, acting cool, plays the fool --
life cracks around him.

raspberry

jingle-jangle my
hot skin//wind-licked hair wrapped all
around my sleepless

Man vs Machine

Blood, oil, sweat -- pool.
Frustration burns, muscle strain.
Iron bends -- beaten.

Raisin Bran

Beautiful purple.
My heart quickens with your sight.
Two scoops -- greatest gift.

highlights

keeping up with these
appearances makes for a
splendid lying streak

for my 21st,

mom bought a ceramic mug

and it symbolized

eye-dropped-it-shattered

mom can't equip me? I failed?

phew- our love is good.

Turning Cycles

Spin free and catch air.
Thick hair, like a windsocks, floats.
Oaks look on in awe.

SWOON//SONG

lusty voices thrown
over shoulders, reunion
of old-soul seekers

a fine romance of
jello and gin, cheek to cheek
fred nina ella

KABOOM!

Tripped a booby trap
landmine, coming on too strong.
- No easy way out. -

Unknowingly I
planted those mines myself. Tread
light, - come out alive. -

Sun Dawning

Does anyone else
hear the robin sing a tune
after stormy nights?

nostalgia is a blessing or a curse

blanketed in old
soft moments: a first kiss, a
tiny clover, plucked.

take me to solid ground

please tell me where i
can find some certainty, just
a small bit of truth?

zing went the strings

primary building
blocks the periphery v.
the center: at odds

The Drive

Rain cooled wind strives in
vain to whip the smile from
beet red face. -- Drive on.

Dry Sea Winds

SCIROCCO

With renewed gusto

he stormed cross country, carved the streets. --

Pedal down, bucket seats.

i bled, you shivered
in that cold murky water,
but we made it home.

what to do?

it's not as it seems,
everything bright-eyed is a
bit weary inside

of the universe
tucked under beds & old charms,
is resounding truth

pictures to come

Roofing with Richard
and Carolyn. T'was chilly --
so we donned sweaters.

tomae-cho

Today! Oh the sun
Cycling all the way there
Wind dances with me

tsunezumi

Dandelion whispers
The Children, they scream
Daiderobou stalks

how do they do it?

Oh people married decades:

my feet are on fire!

i fail at love, true.

but after a few mistakes

i'll be back at it.

(i failed at love, true.

but after a few mistakes

i'll be back) Kleene star.

it's not "oops- lost it!"

it's erase your phone number

delete all emails

that's a start, but now

I need to get back in this

back on some front lines

she can boil it down

I'll have the fish with
a side of perspective, please.
To drink? -- Just a hug.

couches

lodging for two months
twin cities unfamiliar,
i make good curry?

come on baby light my fire

I've been rubbing my
eyes and starring at photos
of her all night long.

I feel something here.
It's small, and hidden away.
But I feel a spark!

Quick! Bring me some
twigs and kindling. Hurry up
before it fades out!

Fuck it all, really.
My thoughts are tangled like that mess
behind your TV.

Output love cable.
Audio and Video.
Where's my love input?

<|3 crabby <|3

bitter

dear friends with S.O.'s

thanx for the reminder that

humans are dunces

unity

BANISH the front man!
Voice is just an instrument.
Bands rocks as a whole!

that string of words sent
me spinning. all day i've been
stumbling, walking blind.

cuddling girls say: "Look,

it's eleven : eleven!!"

But it's just a time.

and it doesn't say

how much i care about you

or if we're a wreck

and i've seen that time

many loveless times before.

when it was sadness.

when it was boredom.

I hate these moments

because digits on a clock

won't ever display

the fear and the hope

in every advance toward

safe connections, yet...

i hate the Ones that

remind me they're here daily.

arbitrarily.

we're all replaced here,

those digits are not my friends

and they're not special

unplug the damn clock.

there's no symbolism now.

i'm just really tired

I must admit I

gave up the haiku diet. --

How foolish of me.

if i am not loved,

can i settle for good grades?

both would be dreamy...

if neither occurs

i'll go dance and chat with chums-

it's dependable!

give!

hello crab-apple
poet, demanding haikus
as if it matters

ideas among
lofty, lusty peoples are
lost along the way

twin cities

newfangled sorts of
feelings, summer brings along
adventure and thirst

Really Now?

You started so strong,
but you didn't last so long.
Come back with HAIKUs!!!

* crabby *

Bottom of My Heart, Two Women on Base

She threw me a curve.
Pitching bowling balls, she broke
my bat; crushed my nurves.

>> crabby <<

Lets Paint the Town KAPOW!

Let's go-go dance to
the bam-bam beat of my heart
for your shish-boom-bahs!

( o Y o ) crabby ( o Y o )

Here's Hoping I'm Wrong

It was a good try.
Seems pretty dry. This run was
fun, perhaps it's done?

-$-crabby-$-

1st place tournament hard-to-get easy whatev's when ya don't like them

maybe step away easy version like love play people disgussed me

macintosh appal unfair land distribution decay who lowry

you've got it take it renounce the gold standard mud coquettes face plow cold

slight mint bitten tongue slight hint forgetting Special ice cream- get away

garden destroyers

everyone gets flowers.

picked from trees. rem(a)inders can't

you live ideally.

intertwined somehow
we can promise each other
to stop, we can try

but, our bodies can't
they keep coming back for more
saying, "don't let go"

"not this time," they say
"give it a few months," they say
it's never enough

My Muse

Is so unfaithful.
Stumbles in at the wrong times.
Leaves when needed most.

Jumps me from behind
Only to laugh and roll right
over, out the door.

Review the Tape

Last Night > PLAY > "Whoa now!"
= PAUSE = "Was she hitting on me?
Can I rewind this?"


oOo crabby oOo

friday nights

let's go out and see
the same old, same old, strolling
down the streets all tall

no title

Chase red signal light.
Dark hair whips in the cool wind.
Catch it? Let it go?

Little Things in Life

Texts messages that
hit the one hundred sixty
symbol limit. Joy!

and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and

Those American
Apparel ads. Just shopping,
Not smut at all! (right?)

and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and and

Seeing someone close
the last page of a book. Watch
her digest the words.

hiya! ka-ra-tay!

I jus wanna do kid things.

we're the friendliest.

the pharmacy is like a bar

stumblin' back from the
"blue diamond" dispensary,
how strange and sorry

the dazel slide by:

english commentary for

starcraft tournaments.

and maybe one day

I will free her- though I know

no one can see her

(cat stevens)

The slightest upturn 

in the corner of her lips 

sends me to pieces. 

tea cups//

there is no shame in
conversation, surely you
know this to be true?

well, I'm only sad

because you return it all

a different form

brain fuck

revolution ; of
logarithm skip stone beats,
i miss learning math

Twenty Four, all Seven

All day I pine for 

night walks with you. All night, I 

dream of sun dancing.

 

Riddle Me This:

She confuses me - 

heart and mind. Do I love her? 

Or is she a friend?

-crabby-

soundly

exacting all my
skin and bones into place so
as to kick your ass

You Sunk My Scrabbleship!

It's a damn boardgame!

With you it's like pulling teeth.

Have fun for fuck's sake!

S.B.

Prayer?

 

Who can give me advice to a question I can't even ask myself??

One a Day to Keep the Doctor Away?

Physician: "Shit, are we too late?" 

String Bean: "There's a pulse, but no breathing." 

Physician: "Start the CPR!"

we own the sky, boy
with our powers combined, boy
we can save the world

Empty Bellies (Sarvation)

Shrinks the heart and lungs. 

Odd rhythm and muscle pains. 

Death is sure to come. 

oh, you give me that
deep, toe-curling soul-cleansing
belly laugh, you do!

Our Last Throes?

Lonely frustration. 

Shared my thoughts with an echo. 

You stopped sending love. 

 

I Love:

The way you click your 

knee, drink your tea -- tuck your sheets 

share your beets -- just you.

Blues, Toilet Seat

Don't sweat that downbeat. 

Bounce to your feet. Take to the 

street. Feel the sun's heat!

Don't Drink and Drive

You'll put yourself in 

the ER then bitch that your 

tib/fib fractures hurts. 

Bitch and Moan, but don't 

even stop to think about 

the woman you hit.

graduation

bittersweet, to smile
and walk away from this home
this newly-found peace.

feeling stupid does
not accomplish anything,
juss do it man, yeah!

That Mask

I know that mask. Oh 

wow, Neelaka's picture is 

in the hospital.

Tragedy! (am I still a genius?)

The developer 

was too old, ruin the roll, 

and gave me blank film. 

I'm sorry T-Rex. 

Your work got the axe. And I 

stand lone for the blame.

RSVP

If I invited 

you and your creations to 

play. Would you join us?

sun and fun and smiles
pretend it lasts forever
snow be gone, always

we can skip, roll, lay
the sun won't set until eight
we can dream anyway

Get it Straight

The fuck you thinking? 

I don't have a pepper shaker for a pecker! 

With You

In heat of summer 

two teens roll under metal

stairs. This is their love.

Spring Time Fun

Flash me your colors. 

Float your passion scent my way. 

Straight to your flower. 

Sing to me. That mat- 

ing call that fluffs my feathers. 

Let's play birds and bees. 

20/20

With perfect forsight

eyeware, man still has natures -- 

good folds with evil.  

home

remember little
one, having stolen hearts of
those who won't forget

seashells

broken spirals, deep
pinks and browns swirl; tiny gifts
from those crashing waves.

If Walls Could Talk

Hanging pictures would 

be horrifying. Painting 

would be quite perverse.  

On the Street

From behind my lens

strangers are photo cherries --

ripe for the picking.

Bird Nation

"New fallen rain and 

melting snow bring floods of fresh 

worms -- masses rejoyce."

three unrelated haikus

who's the sexiest 

i believe that's me, all the girls

swoon like 1 2 3.

i'm a good kisser

if i want, i'll dismiss her

who are we kidding...

ev'rybody thinks

you should remove jar jar binks!

come on george lucas

Flew the Coop

This shit won't quit, take 

the stairs to the top and jump 

to the air and fly.

dear thisanjali,
new haikus will come with spring
i can promise this

i have writers block
when it comes to haikus now
but not for long, yes!

Or Yes!

Oh, Thisanjali. 

It takes two to tango, dance 

out a hot haiku.

No Title

What I like best a- 

bout you is your arms about 

me. Oh, and your boobs. 

or not

dearest thomas, it's
only you who manages
to haiku it up

Just Pretend, OK?

Rhinoceros: A unicorn that really let himself go this time.

Conflict of Interests

Why did he overdose in the hospital parking lot? To be saved?

we weren't together
by true definition i
guess, but now nothing

i can't hide that
i miss you or want your warmth
you're the little spoon

don't forget me please
when you're across the country
you're delightful, boy

Drought

If poems be wet 

then the bellies must be dry. 

Do a rain dance, please!

Tend Your Garden!

Bury your secrets

and you plant an evil seed,  

that grows like evil weeds.  

Wear your secrets on 

your sleeve. Your peace will grow and  

shed its peaceful leaves.

Dirty Mind

Swirl, wet sucking, hair

between my feet. -- Just clean the

drain after you bathe!

I had gloves, but still --

I touched my grandfather's junk.

Diapers are "pphffft" now.

I Can Get Behind That

He used words like fuck 

penis, and $#*%. Is this a 

real haiku? -- Genius. 

Stand Back Folks...

...I'm an unprofessional!

Shoot pictures of my

dad's bar. Picture shots at my 

dad's bar. Shoot bar's shots.

maybe tomorrow

today's not my day
lack of sleep and wandering
thoughts, quite frustrating

senioritis in the advanced stage

don't wanna study.
just wanna watch tv
and eat bacon. sigh.

DEPEYSTER FIELD

african winter;
daydreaming windows of a
tussle in the snow

! ! Fire Sale ! !

All love must go! Bad

credit, no credit! Approved!

Get it while I'm down!

-!- Crabby -!-

Friends, Lovers, Countrymen

Is life all just hoops?

Jump 'till you're too old to stand.

Come hold my hand -- hop.