A Pop-Up Book Defined

Between book pages,
in flat anticipation,
fixed origami.

Kelly Fineman

Spot Haiku 9 - Part 3 of 3

In recognition of his return
from Antartica and Sud America (Chile & Peru)

i.
pingu oh pingu
saw gentoos, chinstraps and kings
cute and cuddly? Not

ii.
pingu oh pingu
smell your poop from far away
why do you eat krill?

iii.
ate a guinea pig
it was very delicious
bugger cute, tasteeeeeee!

iv.
ate an alpacca
alas not to my palate
guinea pigs are go

Paul Rozario

Watershed Moments 2

i.
my lesson to learn?
your timing, this independence -
you still don't know me.

ii.
note to self: do not
revert to default settings,
press circuit breaker.

Ian Row

leaves dart, float, tumble
rusty paper aeroplanes
autumn, runway six

Ian Row

A Haiku about Old Stoneface

I watch Buddha's smile
for any sign of fatigue.
Haven't seen it yet.

Chris Gill

Spot Haiku 9 - Part 2 of 3

i. Love
Silent, bold curves
She holds with masculine care
Smitten

ii.Waiting
Its been days
Stomach butterflies spawn hatch
Got the job! Yipee!

Karen McVean

Spot Haiku 9 - Part 1 of 3

i.
cake at three pm
he's back in town so he says
build me an igloo

Cathy Dineen

ii.
how hard is free food?
the red tape negates the fun
no sausies for you!

Cesca Alice

iii.
supermarket cake
like you could tell the difference
she's such a princess

Ian Row

iv.
haiku, honest work?
take the mindful choice, write poem -
paper torn, not me.

Doug Hamilton

v.
A distressed person,
(a torrent of unfairness)
in the telling, calms.

Chris Gill

Riverbank Mortality

An old man fishing
asks fate for a life to take
but please, not his own.

Chris Gill

touch and go

touch and go: a fusion
of desire and design
and those lyin' eyes.

Ian Row

my baby bleeds blue
the astrologer says 'laugh'
deeper and deeper

Ian Row

Damp with morning dew,
the earth exhales a sweet scent.
But then the cat shits.

Chris Gill

Post-Valentine Haiku

lips pressed, licking tongue
sweet flesh, tart, musky white juice -
luscious nectarine.

Doug Hamilton

Spartacus at Mcdonalds

Fast food slaves' salute:
"We, who are about to dine,
salute you! (with fries)"

Chris Gill

year of the pig

year of the pig -
to the laughing firecrackers
danced the coy dragon

Ian Row

valentine-ku

valentine's night
the taste of my dessert
on your lips

Bill Kenney

A Haiku about the Mystery of the First, Second and Third Person

"Don't ask us," they said
"OK, I won't," I replied.
"Did he?" you wonder.

Chris Gill

Meditations on Life

i.
it's time to move on
to begin a new chapter
excitement and nerves

ii.
it's almost two years
the boy has really changed
the public service

iii.
resilience; strength
it's about people and place
living and dreaming

iv.
it was a safe place
to rest for a short while
resume the career

'no croquet today'

The Burden of Cool

The burden of cool -
I can't bear it any more.
Aaw... it's soooo heavy!

Chris Gill & Ian Row

Vampires must consult
Buffy the Key Stakeholder.
She has grave concerns.

Chris Gill

Fruits in Suits

Fruits in Suits*
the world needs more fruits
juiced, perhaps.

Ian Row

*Fruits in Suits is a monthly networking social for members of the GLBTI (that's Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgender Intersex) community

airconditioning
in this building is a joke
a slow sweaty death

Ian Row

Chaos Theory

Chaos theory
defines a 'strange attractor'.
You're a case study.

Chris Gill

Moments and Heartbeats: Suite

i.
Haiku - stopped image.
moments.. slowly.. dripping. time,
like melting butter.

ii.
Count syllables - the
Poet’s discipline – for me
like counting heartbeats

iii.
Essence of being -
moments mixed with heartbeats
heart of the haiku

Doug Hamilton

Valentine's Day - Part Four

i.
a mother's advice:
maybe it's not worth the effort
if there's no spark

Cesca Alice

ii.
Furtive glance and blush.
Stare out the window and dream.
Dare I look again?

Chris Gill

iii.
Card on the mantelpiece
Years together now totalling 10
Still warm and fuzzy.

Shell Pocock

iv.
he calls me snookums
at night he talks in his sleep
s-n-o-o-k-u-m-s, w-h-e-r-e a-r-e y-o-u?

Ian Row

Valentine's Day - Part Three

i.
Ode to Valentine:
Love’s worth in chocolate boxes -
Patron Saint of carbs?

Cathy Dineen

ii.
martyr of the faith
relics in an irish church
excuse for chocolate

'no croquet today'

iii.
Seeking intimacy
I share one of my ripened pears
soft, sweet.

Karen McVean

iv.
Object of desire,
your envied emblem: roses.
Mine? An address book!

Chris Gill

Valentine's Day - Part Two

i.
no sex for 3 months!
sounds a little hard to me
its about respect

Cesca Alice

ii.
Joining two bodies,
love is given the big tick.
But what when it's three?

Chris Gill

iii.
seventy five bucks!
on something that will be dead in two days!
remind me I love you.

Mark Hetherington and !an Row

iv.
There's cash in desire,
so they do: cash-in desire.
Always more next year...

Chris Gill

v.
Twelve hours not counting
No sight, sound or taste of you
Eat my memory

Jenny Morris

Valentine's Day - Part One

i.
Valentine,
Does this need to have a name?
Or a box?

Ian Row

ii.
Chocolate heart in foil,
dozen long-stemmed red roses...
how unique we are!

Chris Gill

iii.
Anticipation
red roses and dopamine
Twice the enjoyment

Jenny Morris

iv.
it tastes like flowers
it smells like cheap french perfume
cynics live for it

Cesca Alice

Black by Popular Demand

yo yo yo, wassup!
BLACK BY POPULAR DEMAND
try sayin' da bomb

Ian Row

denial...
delusion?
dilemma.

Ian Row

something something scumbag
missed what you said but i heard
everything

Ian Row

x-bf, bus stop
did you see me not see you?
residue

Ian Row

There and Back: Suite

i.
somewhere... the power
to shift sands, to turn the tide
it's about timing/time

ii.
a parade of ex's
what am i supposed to feel?
no, how do I feel?

iii.
son of an only child
things aloneness breeds
remotus

iv.
do i want to know?
i watch you reclaim spaces, times
release me

v.
push the envelope
a gay man in a gated community
subversion, part two

Ian Row

Speed Round 2

i.
Little bit of me
On a long string in your hand
Try not to break it

Jenny Morris

ii.
Job application, short listed
Race for information absorbing expertise
Panicked exhilaration

Karen McVean

iii.
iPodiatry -
white earphones in every ear,
present but absent.

Chris Gill

iv.
Job application
You get proficiency, knowledge
+ Free steak knives.

Shell Pocock

vi.
Love's declaration
It's been so long since I fell.
A fear of falling.

Ian Row

vii. (original)
bile rising in my throat,
the rage clenches my heart and stomach.
sibling rivalry

vii. (version)
bile rises
rage in my heart
PMT

Cesca Alice

Being who I am,
it's surely no surprise I'm
doing what I do.

Chris Gill

blank white open space

blank white open space
you can read your meaning in
then this haiku's yours

Chris Gill

A Gill Twinset

i. (Original 7")
Few people know much,
and that is as it should be
(I alone know this).

ii. (Remixed)
Alone, and as be
few, I is it know: "Know much,
people!" Should that this.

Chris Gill

the numbers don't add up
don't try 'read the small print' with me
i see it i'll call it

Ian Row

The Dietitian

the dietitian
heard she's tough; the question is
is she tough enough?

Ian Row

Chris Gill on Communications

Communications -
what a field of endeavour!
What's in it for me?

Chris Gill

The man who wrote this
in a hurry on the train
gave it little thought.

Chris Gill

Q & A

for cesca

how do you get to June?
and maintain your sanity?
slowly; with pancakes.

Ian Row

staff morale is low
redundancies are looming
management meets in 5

Cesca Alice

Spot Haiku 8

i.
Man walks into bar,
asks the barman for a beer.
Joke without punchline.

Chris Gill

ii.
The Morris won't start
Overdue for a service
'Simon' gets even

Ian Row

iii.
trash magazine calls
coffee would be nice
motivational issues

Cesca Alice

iv.
"kitten leave" next week
bonding with a hairy boy
sheer luxury

Cathy Dineen

v.
Fulsome Babel
Last moments of human week
Tilted brow

Karen McVean

Freshervescent Coke

Freshervescent Coke
The hardest habit to break
Death by dissolution

Ian Row

Expired Crunchie Bar

Expired Crunchie bar
Honeycomb shows resistance
Get what you pay for

Ian Row