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Wounded
Wounded.
Black bullet hole wound
blooms red November petals.
Blood and remembrance.
Sunday 9th November 2014 4:08 pm
Haikus: Exerpt #4 from: Hook, Line & Haiku
Breaching the surface
largemouth jumps up to see if...
It can hold its breath.
The pregnant fishes
lounge upon the riverbed
waiting to give birth.
Dancing smallmouth bass
pirouettes around boat
looking for handouts.
Learning never ends!
For even the fish will stay...
Forever in school.
Protective coating:
Slimy perspective to us;
Life saving to them.
Author...
Thursday 7th August 2014 5:06 pm
Haikus: Exerpt #3 from: Hook, Line & Haiku
Hasta la pasta?
Annoying filament knots
of spaghetti spools.
The squeals of delight
flow from all fishing children
with uncontained joy.
Sounds of spinning spools
always brings me much comfort,
for I'm not at work.
Floating down the stream?
Not a dream, after dropping...
A bag of bobbers.
In early morning
anxious fish are awaiting
the autumn school bells.
...
Thursday 31st July 2014 7:43 pm
Haikus: Exerpt #2 from: Hook, Line & Haiku
Lures, flies and spinners
provide variety for
multiple techniques.
Casting carefree lines
the sportsmen and women look...
For fishy hook-ups.
Moonlight over pines -
Adds a touch of elegance
to nighttime fishing.
Daytime sea trollers
combine leisure travel
and hands-free fishing.
The ignorant fish -
Unaware of keepers of...
Life's aquarium.
Author Note:
L...
Thursday 31st July 2014 7:41 pm
Haikus: Exerpt #1 from: Hook, Line & Haiku
Cool flowing waters
cater me with plenty of...
Aquatic playmates.
Smallmouth and largemouth -
Either kind acceptable,
if they are landed.
Get them in the boat!
Fishing stories without proof
are just plain-faced lies.
Imitating bugs?
Fishing is an art form of...
Posing as insects.
The splashing fishes
are vying for attention
during school's recess.
...
Thursday 31st July 2014 7:39 pm
WANDSWORTH WUFFIAN
Five years and nine months
Can you tell what it is yet?
It's not long enough
So whilst on 'A' Wing
Bend down to pick up your soap
Whilst in the shower
No 'Two Little Boys'
Just 'Jake the Peg's middle leg
Summary justice
A didgery-doo
Try your Kangaroo court sport
It's coming to you
Then why no remorse?
Banged up at portrait's pleasure
L...
Tuesday 8th July 2014 6:21 pm
T'hell with Haikus
Practice missed perfect.
Fat lady forgot to sing.
Doctor caught the flu.
Writers are rebels.
They forever cross the line.
T'hell with haikus.
This is poetry.
Not exactly an exam.
Simply a word fest.
Seven syllables
Neatly sandwiched between five?
Great, my pen can rest.
© Candice Reineke 2013
Tuesday 1st July 2014 5:18 pm
Passchendaele (Autumn 1917)
Passchendaele (Autumn 1917)
Blind, wide open, eyes.
Dripping poppy petal tears.
Crimson rivers flow.
Fields transformed to mud.
Deep cut trenches scar the earth.
Wounds that will not heal.
Gas clouds drift from hell.
Death exhaled in fetid breath.
Lost boys fall like flies.
Ghosts haunt no mans land
searching for their bitter souls
in butchered bodies.
Finding empty shells,
...
Saturday 24th May 2014 11:50 pm
The Sea Haiku
The
Sounds
Of
The
Sea
Stand
On
The
Cliff
Listening
Lovely
And
Peaceful
This is my haiku.
Stretched out of cousre
Sunday 12th January 2014 11:10 pm
Tomorrow
Haiku
Well, tomorrow is
The only day in a year
Without mistakes.
Sunday 12th January 2014 9:53 pm
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