Carpe Diem #1714

 goodbye to summer
 every year the same thing
 that sinking feeling

Carpe Diem # 1713

Here are the 12 words for this episode :

summer love 
rain storm
beach
seashore
shells
making love 
garden 
waterfall
stones
french 
sunflower
shadow








young summer love
spoiled by a sudden rain storm
on the deserted beach






on the sea shore
she is still selling sea shells
making love a distant memory





a beautiful garden
a cascading waterfall
surrounded by stones




a  lingering french kiss
with a sunflower seller
in the midday shadow

Carpe Diem # 1712

 

twilight at the beach
so much beauty to behold
every single day

Carpe Diem # 95 Sunflowers

summer sunrise
a host of sunflowers
dazzles the morning

Sunday's Whirligig # 224

one cannot live

 on fresh air alone

 do good works by all means

 but a bright mind wears the flame

of flesh and blood thoughts as well

 

 

 

 

when the shapeless angel appears

fear not

you are allowed to ask once

if not successful

ask twice 

 

 

air angel twice allow bright wear thought flame ask pure flesh shapeless

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "Air and Angels" by John Donne: 

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai 1711

depth of a flower
flying away with the bee
some mystery

© Jane Reichhold (1937-2016)


Troiku


 
 Atropa Belladonna (Deadly nightshade)


depth of a flower
the pungent perfume
of deadly nightshade


flying away with the bee
is not the answer said the
locust to the fly


some mystery
in the air this evening
belladonna by the gate

Bach - Fugue in G minor BWV 578

mister bach
wrote several tunes
that sound like this
organs sonatas
fugues cantatas
i don't know which is which

Carpe Diem # 1710

Light years ago I had my honeymoon in French Polynesia ( Moorea)
There was a party on the beach at night with a band and dancers.
I remember singing with the band and being slightly the worse for wear,
don't remember much else. I think I had a very good time.

audacity of youth
no way i'd sing with a band now
wish i could find the photo

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai # 1709

the cows huddle
under a solitary tree
desperate for shade

the cows huddle
the scorch of the ferocious sun
burns their thick hides

under a solitary tree
the cows compete for shade
mans inhumanity

desperate for shade
the dogs crawl under the ute
to keep cool

Carpe Diem # 1708

midsummer rain needed
hot parched earth cries for water
the world is on fire

Carpe Diem # 1707

naked guy sunbathes
backyard beefcake oblivious
to his neighbour watching


 
better than t.v.
she can't believe such good luck
her very own sex idol

Sunday's Whirligig # 223

dizzy blame games

everything a blur

humiliation

sing for your supper and smokes

wait at the back

fear has bleached all colour from life

poems lie in the dust

 

bleach blur wait humiliation everything games 

dizzy blame smokes poems sing fear

 

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "Lowering Your Standards for Food Stamps" by Sheryl Luna:

Lowering Your Standards for Food Stamps

By Sheryl Luna

 

Words fall out of my coat pocket,

soak in bleach water. I touch everyone’s

dirty dollars. Maslow’s got everything on me.

Fourteen hours on my feet. No breaks.

No smokes or lunch. Blank-eyed movements:

trash bags, coffee burner, fingers numb.

I am hourly protestations and false smiles.

The clock clicks its slow slowing.

Faces blur in a stream of  hurried soccer games,

sunlight, and church certainty. I have no

poem to carry, no material illusions.

Cola spilled on hands, so sticky fingered,

I’m far from poems. I’d write of politicians,

refineries, and a border’s barbed wire,

but I am unlearning America’s languages

with a mop. In a summer-hot red

polyester top, I sell lotto tickets. Cars wait for gas

billowing black. Killing time has new meaning.

A jackhammer breaks apart a life. The slow globe

spirals, and at night black space has me dizzy.

Visionaries off their meds and wacked out

meth heads sing to me. A panicky fear of robbery

and humiliation drips with my sweat.

Words some say are weeping twilight and sunrise.

I am drawn to dramas, the couple arguing, the man

headbutting his wife in the parking lot.

911: no metered aubade, and nobody but

myself to blame.

Carpe Diem # 1706

reg likes a cold beer
in the pub on a hot day
after effects -  a room clearer

Carpe Diem # 1705

© Jane Reichhold (Extracted from her modern saijiki "a dictionary of haiku")

outdoor shower
bathed in sun colors 
of hot water

slipping into the pool
naked divides the night
sun-warmed waters

Troiku

the sea is calm tonight
slipping into the rock pool 
she barely makes a splash


the sea is calm tonight
moonlit picture perfect
like the one in gran's bedroom




slipping into the rockpool
the sea kelp strokes her thighs
minnows nibble her toes





she barely makes a splash
silently she breast strokes
out to the pontoon

Perfume

clove cigarettes
sandalwood incense
pineapples papaya mangoes
frangipani
exotic smells of the east





imagine
someone has not changed their underpants
for five years
durian is another story

mid week motif - PU

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai - # 1704 Beachcomber Renga with Jane Reichhold

missing the malls
on the ocean beach
she gathers shells
  
a city girl to the core
shopping still  in her dna
                                                  
afternoon wind
all the beachcomber’s words
blown out to sea

salty eyelashes 
the sand stings her skin

­cold beach walk
on sun-warmed car seats
two sweatshirts

destined for the same 
whirlpool washing machine

high tide
the beach leaves a mark
in her book

limpet shells stuck fast to the rocks
surrender to the waves

a special beach
i put a pebble in my mouth 
before leaving 

a seagull watching me
seem puzzled at this action

­smelling the light
on her tanned shoulder
home from the beach

trekking sand into the house
that lovely replete fatigue

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai # 1701

One bun Sunset





sky ablaze a sunset with all the colour and fire of a hindu wedding

a feast of pink turbans



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Carpe Diem 1700

© Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)




essential to life
the little space under my hat
enjoying the coolness

Matsuo Basho

an ice pack fits perfectly
my tired throbbing brain chills out


a midday nap
putting the feet against the wall
it feels cool

Matsuo Basho


the ants crawl across the bricks
dazzled by shiny red toenails

delightfulness

cooling oneself in a rice paddy
the sound of water

Matsuo Basho

pitter patter  rain drops fall
the monsoon has arrived

Carpe Diem # 1699

hot and sweaty
the air con is working
office shenanigans

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai # 1698

she said she is a gay man
trapped in the body
of a woman






i said i am a renaissance masterpiece
trapped in the body
of  a 21st century wage slave



they said
they do like to be
beside the seaside
get some sunshine before
attending evensong

Carpe Diem # 1697 - Renga

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dancing on the beach
I jab a stick into the sky
to break up the blue

Jane Reichhold

i have waited so long to return
to the deserted beach


days so complete
words become the calls of birds
the high tide wind


Jane Reichhold

the relentless pounding of surf
fizz and foam ebb and flow


placing the flute 
against her lips something
slips into place

Jane Reichhold

a sense of peace and belonging
she has found her way home


wind perfumed
from a woman’s shoulder
desert night

 Jane Reichhold

smooth skin petal soft
he walks into her dream
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moon white water
lovers in the secret cove
Saturday night

Jane Reichhold

making memories for a life
speeding along ending too soon 






 


­­ I'm not old
all night my eyes have held 
the ancient stars

 Jane Reichhold

their magnificence reassures me
i am loved and not alone


                 
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Carpe Diem # 92

a time of sunshine
the long road ahead stretching
to the horizon
now peeping over the edge
the sun rays are far behind me






 

Carpe Diem # 1696

a midnight summer swim
seaweed tangles in her hair
he holds his mermaid  tight
their clothes strewn on the beach
drift away in the high tide

Carpe Diem # 1695

snow fall in belly
adding lusciousness to feast
vanilla ice cream 
                                                 
S.D. Tiwari





snow fall in belly
sound of rumbling and growling
tummy tigers at war

adding lusciousness to feast
scoops of  passionfruit yoghurt
on fresh fruit salad

vanilla ice cream
in double chocolate milk shakes
sensational drink

Carpe Diem # 1694 _ Winter Night Cap

drinking baileys on ice
two sleepy people watch wimbledon
curled up under a big fur rug

Carpe Diem - Tanka Love Suite

what is this thing called love
this funny thing called love
causing you to lose your mind
churning you round in a tumble dryer
shedding lots of tears

it could fly you
to the moon then rip you
into a zillion pieces
a dangerous obsession with
people you don't really like

real love is kindness
doing the grocery shopping
eating nougat ice cream as a treat
reading the newspaper together
complaining about the illiteracy of journalists

sharing values
feeling safe and warm
caring and concern
two against the world
through thick and thin

when it's time to go
the other will follow shortly afterwards
because no one else
will listen to all the complaints
or bring you tea in the morning