Trash & Treasure haiku

trash & treasure
synthetic socks and singlets
no magic this time

Ian Row

Please lick my tummy!
If you must spit, aim it in
my fur-lined burrow.

Terry the Thylacine

on an old poster for
the crystal ballroom -
a crusading peter garrett

comrade harps the haiku librarian

Mismatch haiku

for c

friendship, courtship,
hatred, love... friendship, courtship,
hatred.

Ian Row

Uranium mines
Where did Peter Garrett go?
Burning Midnight Oil.

Sutekh The Destroyer

Regarding Pseudoephidrine

Too much Sudafed
The cure worse than the disease
Slowly the room spins.

Sutekh The Destroyer

significant birthday
high tea possibilities
eat our way through this

Ian Row

trouper or martyr
this close to your undoing
that far from the truth

Ian Row

Hot Cross Haiku is Three!

We're three! [Wheeee!]
Shout outs to the following hot crossers for your contributions over the last 12 months.
And a big thank you to all our supporters and followers here and on Facebook.

A.J. Chilson
Anonymous 1
Anonymous 2
Babette
Bill Kenney
Cathy Dineen
Cameron Brodie
Carlae
Cesca Alice
Chris Gill
Crystal Tan
Damien Norris
Dawn Mok
Doug Hamilton
Ginny Phang
Hayu Dyah
Jason Rostant
Jenny Morris
Jessica Ardley
Karen McVean
Leah Billeam
Magyar
Neil Krieger
Neve
Patrick McCormick
Rocky
Sharkbite von Herringattack
Simon Patience
Steve Andrews
Steve Lawson
Teo Chee Huat
Terry the Thylacine
Timothy K

Hot Cross Haiku Year 3 is dedicated to the memory of Lynne Alice

Trying to ignore,
Time passing by so slowly.
Tell me when it's time!

Teo Chee Huat

looking for change in
parking meters. the times
they are a-desperate.

Ian Row

A pretend lover

a pretend lover
what you don't know won't kill you
reality... check!

Ian Row

A haiku to Saint Maria

Dear Saint Maria...
mend his spirit, fix his mind
beg your gracious aid

Ian Row

mother hates father
too late to turn back, over
and too old to move

Neve

good crap and bad crap.
what was that about again?
absent minded rhyme.

Jenny Morris

A Kahlil Gibran haiku

thought, a bird of space
unfolds its wings in cage of words
but cannot fly

Ian Row feat Kahlil Gibran
Words from Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet, Penguin Arkana (1992), pg 78

Chocolate haiku

i've saved your message
your deep, strong, dark chocolate voice
is now on tap.

Ian Row

Caterpillar

caterpillar
vandals in nature's garden
above the law

Ian Row

i.
two years on I'm still
knee deep in saturn return
dude, where's my rising?

ii.
from knee-jerk reflex...
big sister pseudo mother
...to spectator sport

Ian Row feat. Cesca Alice

When mornings turn cold,
every breath is evidence
that I have not - yet.

Chris Gill