Saturday, March 31, 2007

Sleek and elegant
Could it be a designer?
All hail the new watch

"scotch and dry thanks"

The Three Ages of Love

Pure, urgent desire.
First love and betrayal.
Cynical old queen.

Chris Gill

Two Haiku about the Bush Administration and the US Military Commissions

you ass of a...
getting away with murder
hell on earth to pay

spin cycle
a laundry list of lies
that won't wash away

Ian Row

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Speed Round 4

i.
with apologies to W Wordsworth

cloud-like wandering
leads me to a host of chocs:-
koko black and me...

Cathy Dineen

ii.
Lumpy porridge sky
Got the mean Thursday blues
Restless, edgy, me?

Jenny Morris

iii.
bored bored bor.....
ing! project over. brain dead.
calm before the storm.

Cesca Alice

iv.
not now mister row
too busy with other shit
sorry next time, keh?

Paul Rozario

v.
Pain tension sniffle
Constant rivers of snot
Is it home time yet?

"no croquet today"

vi.
Mind in a trance
5 minutes not enough time
Substandard haiku

Shell Pocock

vii. Word to the Fish
hope your dinner date
turns out to be boring
and catatonic

Ian Row

viii.
too many hours this week
rise in fortune ended
but the work dont stop

Cesca Alice

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

you fuckwit. you and
your inelegant fencing.
it's all broken now

Ian Row

Monday, March 26, 2007

Autumn Suite 2

Autumn approacheth
It's all about the desserts
Rhubarb, custard, cream!

The cold has arrived
and brought pudding, stew, red wine
Goodbye Summer!

Amber, gold, red, brown
The trees will lose their leaves
More time for pudding!

"no croquet today"

Sunday, March 25, 2007

lazy afternoon
come here, spoil me with cuddles
now

Ian Row
saturday's paper
still in car on sunday
yesterday's new

Ian Row

Dream: Three

...spiralling
same struggle but more acute
awake: it lingers

Ian Row

Saturday, March 24, 2007

A Haiku about National Get To Know Your Neighbour Day (Australia)

for Apts 9,10,11,12,14,15

the block bbq
circle of usual suspects
comfort in knowing

Ian Row (Apt 18)

Purchases: No.2

portable player -
four speed his master's voice
someone else's childhood

Ian Row

Purchases: No.1

mirror crucifix
reflecting the living room
God in the corner

Ian Row

Friday, March 23, 2007

runaround
didn't like the way it sounded?
either way, it's true

Ian Row

Love Haiku 1

the sky weeps to see
such beauty as it etched
on your face, my dear

Rosa Alice

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Karen

Looking back, time gave
freely, and with an open hand.
You, a gift.

Ian Row

Autumn Suite 1

i.Early autumn
Early autumn brings
Plump warm pelts of rain, floating aromas
Alive embrace

Karen McVean

ii.Autumn dream
I fly over hills
and see wedding-cake buildings
soaked in golden light.

Chris Gill

iii.
mornings start with cloud -
toes feel a cold floor again:-
gotta buy some boots

Cathy Dineen

iv.
Green is so vibrant
before it turns to yellow-gold.
The leaves change then die

Cesca Alice

The point of the question

The more you ask 'why?'
the happier I will be.
Go ahead, ask why!

Chris Gill

Monday, March 19, 2007

A Prime Haiku

two three five thirteen
twenty three sixty seven
one hundred and nine

Ian Row

A Binary Haiku

1 1 0 1
1 0 1 0 1
1 0 0

Chris Gill & Ian Row

Sunday, March 18, 2007

"A bomb scare," he said.
Masked by Grand Prix frenzy,
the people persist.

Ian Row

Friday, March 16, 2007

Dream: Two

Late arvo beach scene
Broken, coloured glass… treasures –
My sister’s face

Ian Row

Dream: One

Stained glass Gabriel
in the garden, where one is
closest to God

Ian Row

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Beaded Curtain

beaded curtain
punctuates the view
a field of vision

Ian Row

Fat Day

fat day
spills over
fat week

Ian Row

Monday, March 12, 2007

Ready For Inaction

Nap time draws closer...
slooze past sneep and zed seconds.
Dreaming of dreaming.

Chris Gill

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Speed Round 3

i.
internal dialogue
keeps me distracted from work
"let me go forward"

Cesca Alice

ii.
Reflection moment
in the pond of relationships
a warm bond

Karen McVean

ii.
too effing busy to
write poetry that moves souls...
one dimension life....

Cathy Dineen

iv.To what end agency?
Front door slams, cat wails.
Drop my work bag on the floor.
Free time, but for what?

Chris Gill

v.
I want a pony
Now, where is my pony, Huh?
I want a pony

'no croquet today'

vi.
Farewell, goodbye
responding to change, funeral to birth
I bow to you.

Karen McVean

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

The David Hicks Collective: Part Two

i.
Slam Afghanistan
wham the bad man in a can
his trial a sham.

Chris Gill

ii.
Toiling in the desert
Untold consequences betray
Dreams of paradise.

Doug Hamilton

iii.
Landscape of an adventure
becomes war, living in prison
casuality of terror

Karen McVean

iv.
life in a box ain't
no april sun in cuba
when there's no trial date

Cathy Dineen

The David Hicks Collective: Part One

i. on David Hicks
game of deflection
what are they hiding? From you…
8 months of sunlight

Ian Row

ii. on Major Mori
everyman’s hero
for what we lack is not conscience
but courage

Ian Row

iii. on John Howard
Howard a bonsai?
Tiny minded, but mostly
he's a little Bush.

Chris Gill

iv. on George Bush
you break your brothers
and they will come after you
and kill your children

Ian Row

Monday, March 05, 2007

A Haiku about Selling your Soul

Sleep with the devil
Forty pieces of silver
To do his bidding

Paul Rozario

A Haiku about Blogging

Blog your empty life
Tell all you have nought in life
Waste of real estate

Paul Rozario

Sunday, March 04, 2007

inner city owl
sentry on a totem pole
in between meals

Ian Row

Saturday, March 03, 2007

emboldened by love
corresponding risk-taking
it's out of my hands

Ian Row
"Enough Indians here!"
Public housing's racial quotas
This is Singapore

Ian Row

Friday, March 02, 2007

A Haiku about Little Things

Greatness in smallness
must be carefully nurtured.
So must my Bonsai!

Chris Gill

A Haiku about a Dream about Fission

I dreamt of fission -
Binary fission of cats
Multiple Arnolds!!

Cathy Dineen

Thursday, March 01, 2007

HMS PTSD

Today's little boat
surviving yesterday's storm
sinks in a calm sea.

Chris Gill