Showing posts with label valentine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label valentine. Show all posts

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Spot Haiku 23 Part 3 of 4

i.


Submitted by Babette
as found on the poetry board of
the fish shop on Lorne Pier






ii.
Sixty-six id'd
Unknowable grief, waiting
Caused in an instant

Jason Rostant

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Post-Valentine Haiku

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

Doug Hamilton

Sunday, February 18, 2007

valentine-ku

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

Bill Kenney

Thursday, February 15, 2007

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