EveryjJane - Haiku Du Jour

On Company Time

in serenity - feet on printer, eyes are closed my office door locks

Sunday Afternoon Moral Obligation Fulfilled

First I was working then your Haiku note made me reprioritize

Autumn smells of brown Leaves, leather shoes and new books A pint of Guinness

Death is a symbolic prelude. In between is thought, where life is? Where the shadow takes form.

good morning andy where's that darn haiku engine wake from your slumber

I write you haiku for this is the best way to look like I'm working

I hit on your friend Wine is dripping out my nose I hit on your friend

bad haircut haiku

cut my hair myself need barber relief effort paper bag for now

Worm's-eye view up skirts He's slurring in foreign toungues Defective barstool

quick, write a haiku to keep this damn thing alive haiku fans bust balls

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You step in the stream, but the water has moved on. This page is not here.

Skies grey chills begun Colors shine evolving time One blink evermore

migraine

clusters of damned eyes orbiting blindly through hell meticulous pain

Under the Hollywood Sign

coyotes surround dead lovers in Griffith Park tremors signal dusk

instrument warehouse

silent dulcimers dumbdiscardeddistresseddrums wan windless woodwinds

polar wake

chaotic compass lost voice in the wilderness doomsday icicles

scholarly air

cherished metaphors salvaged from brackish inkwells chalk and asbestos

last time

lightning flashed sideways across the bamboo canyon fire consumed the flood

wrong track

abandoned engine a scrap-metal horizon dead-ended in rust

penance

beeswax and incense plenary indulgences perfect contrition

haiku monger slumbers

the dogs lick her face over and over again but can't taste haiku

lover recalled

candles snuffed, scents lost bedthings soiled, gestures frozen shadows on the way

Xeroxed granddaughter

mashed nose, scrunched eyelids lightning-lit hair, glued-shut lips photocopied kid

what I remember she probably had the softest hands in the world and the hardest head

just stopped by

one last cigarette eyes closed, your easiest smile hands all over you

media conflict

television war life and death in your remote keep your snacks handy

taking time

someone waits for you searching for the softest spots underneath your clothes

buddies

without knowing it the bunch of them left their dreams down at the malt shop

dueling saviors

ten loaves, four fishes can you top this miracle? stalemate stigmata

strummer

footlights in his eyes charismatic pretensions severed guitar strings

dancing in place

face to face at last volume beyond your control writhe away your blues

wide-eyed

contemplating rain beyond the bedroom window happily enslaved

keeping cool

inhale noiselessly grasp the endless probing gaze try hard not to gasp

my prayers

high-pitched gibberish bad breath blowing back at me deleted emails

helpless blue angel

Lola Lola loose in my DVD player falls in love again

conflict souvenirs

rusty bayonets ration books and defunct flags under dead men's boots

cocktail

ice melts in your drink annoying inhibitions fall down to your knees

lunch

unzip uncover seize gaze contemplate spread out insert penetrate

campaign trail

spinning diatribes last ditch recriminations bloodshot promises

teapot reverie

clotted cream goodies stale cucumber sandwiches raised pinky fingers

student center

books against trash cans navel hardware and licked lips backward baseball caps

last call

thunderous farewells tremulous voices of gloom cellphones in the rain

old flame

just arching your back and licking your waxen lips relights the candle

loitering

inhaling Camels and clicking shiny quarters in his old-man pants

diet deferred

slurp creamy coffee inhale chocolate doughnuts and slacken my belt

today's suicide

a quick hopeless wind birds scatter dismissively death on the sidewalk

sleep over

quick drink at midnight hands and knees on the new couch red-faced in the dark

heredity

those who bequeath life give to us their mortal code death reigns in our guts

capital crime

red lights and thunder on Terminal Avenue last catastrophe

parting glance

behind her glasses her eyes play indecent tricks with his soft ego

after the show

back-alley black cat inflicting her best bad luck on neon-lit rats

5pm

dull-eyed lethargy non-stop grand-scale inertia not enough caffeine

last rites

conjuring icons and stammering antique prayers because it might work

lunar eclipse

midnight coyotes police sirens, train whistles prowling harmonies

why don't you ever call?

unlisted number please hang up and try again phone book in the trash

At Petit Soleil

Enya soothes the night the traveler drifts away in the Van Gogh room

canine cleanup

Jane trails her pit bull with a red plastic dustpan and a wooden spoon

mortal sins

wrapped up in rotten cassocks and rosary beads curses in disguise

aftermath

empty pizza box snoring stranger on the couch ashtray full of butts

interior design

Julia tiles her mind with antique terra cotta dreaming on the bowl

flu flight

phlegm-eyed raconteur in the seat just behind me sneezing on my head

pen in hand

smirking and thinking it's easy to be clever he writes bad haiku

turntable time

alone on Sunday Giselle plays 80s vinyl because high school sucked

black & white set

geriatric crow on old tv antenna ghastly reception

down-and-out haiku

gypsy woman said bad luck is your tomorrow pay me twenty bucks

perfect contrition

angel trumpets bloom outside the confessional inside the priest snores

Woolworth's rendezvous

ducktailed coin flipper petticoats on counter stool cherry Cokes and fries

railroad office

trash bags for curtains last night's coffee for breakfast baloney for lunch

suspect at large

a note on the fridge fingerprints on your dead heart evidence to spare

package store babe

tattered Stones t-shirt 6-pack of Narragansett clerk with x-ray eyes

summer house

old concert posters cigarette butts in sea shells empty glass in hand

railroad office

trash bags for curtains last night's coffee for breakfast baloney for lunch

after the wake

empty pint glasses echoes of The Wild Rover necktie on the bar

I have to admit that I don't have a reason to write, but I do.

drop it on your lap these rude insinuations you can have them back

downwards then upwards the rhythm, we all obey a rollercoaster

old self coming back cocoon is here, opening trying not to look

push, pull, settle, skew the undulating sinew of my love for you

wait in line all day without even a comment what did you expect?

cannot teach you this some things, they are born with you cannot learn nature

back slopes, curves down to... places I was born to love the sight undoes me

wasted time trying to be more than my urges the reins coming loose

there's no one else here we are in the warm, safe place here in our bubble

I was her boy toy she, my dirty-minded saint damp halo of sweat

onto, into, push taking and giving it back it's all about us

Huh...these were loose once, they must have shrunk in the wash yeah, that must be it

Beer Haiku

doesn't come from cows not squeezed out of any fruit fermented barley

24th Street Haiku

oven full of crud is archaeological dig eras uncovered

bad haircut haiku

Monica is here! I can cut all your hair off! My name spells relief

bad haircut haiku

paper covers rock scissors take it out on hair use rock bash scissors

bad haircut haiku

home hairstyle gone awry cut dog with same tattered look now I feel better

coffee cake awake! I summon from the keurig new cup of bean juice

hello to morning cloud fluff wraps the tall buildings lets get productive

Dog Haiku

morning walk through park great dane drops massive poop bigger than stella

Today feels like spring But breathing still makes a cloud Warming Nebraska

My life, office space Bank software to configure Fries with that CD?

I like black diamond vertical ski downhill death Oh No!!, not Moguls!

bruises on my butt showoff try to ski backwards? spring chicken, I'm not

committee ski team please no more waiting at lift black diamonds await!

Wailun drives us home Neck-hairs-on-end-Chinese-cab my palms are sweaty

There once was a girl from Shamokin Whose Momma she always was smokin' They hopped in the car, But didn't get far, Because the windows don't open!

Camogli below Pink houses on the hillside Blue sea out beyond

Oh no - you used Both the oven AND the shower? Italian wiring!!

Osvald help us Un elettrotecnico?? The circuit is blown

Wanted for town square: Italian girl to sing pop. ...Not such a good plan!

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

hair starched end up like guru diaper-clad nail-bed what poundage sustained? days of ground in grime stiff hair like an egg souffle but would you eat that? oh no not again! one two three here they come fast commence haiku war

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

stop at just the one? HA! Not Possible Laura!! Must write just one more..

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

Ah my dear Laura Yes, many virtues you have But self control? Hmmm.

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

oh shit - look at this Now you have got have me talking in yoda lingo

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

ahoy! pick yer blade.. I'm a swashbuckler myself best for cutting cheese

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

nothing satisfies quite like the bubble you get from an in-tub fart

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

pick and flick booger Will it land on my target? ah the little things

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

here they come again ouch another one hit me one mean haiku-er

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

One then another Poem volleys are too fun We redefine nerd

What part of Noah did you not understand?

This rain better stop Or I'm pairing you all up And building an ark

Beer Haiku

ordinary beer We're not those kinds of ladies drink the evidence Half empty, half full How did I consume so much? Must be osmosis

On Monica's Harrassment by Haiku

Monica Farrow Has too much time on her hands We run for our lives

On Monica's Harrassment by Haiku

elainor rigby writing a haiku ballad after smoking crack

Dog Haiku

What's destroyed today? An open letter to my dogs I rush home from work

Half empty, half full How did I consume so much? Must be osmosis

jonesing to go home Only three thirty o'clock Time marches in place

consume with vigor alcoholic beverages happy birthday, pat

helloMonica thank you for the thank you card enjoyed it muchly

oh my god we're doomed republicans take the house checks and balances

Half empty, half full How did I consume so much? Must be osmosis

grandma's hot coppers m'raculous recovery tips her can skyward

plagarism is in some ways the sincerest form of flatery

IBM Stinkpad Why hast though forsaken me Damn nubby won't work

grayish was the meet questionable leftovers evacuate now

woozy, congested complicated hang over actually sick

tumble down the stairs I think I broke my ankle doggies lick my face

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

Argh you evil thing! Work dilligently I must! Ok one haiku

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

Argh you evil thing! Work dilligently I must! Ok one haiku

home ownership the importance of being slum lord of one's own

Hughes of green and green Amateur night at the pub Day of Saint Patrick

Day of Saint Patrick Reinforce stereotype I puke leprechauns

blow to smithereens someone's mother, someone's son foreign policy

lady liberty revolutionary war drink freedom bordeaux

running around like decapitated chicken you want fries with that?

lifted leg to write love notes to the neighbor's dog find the next hydrant

sitting on my head while I am trying to sleep caffeinated dog

swapping molecules crammed into septa bus feet not touching floor

twelve person jury one big personality to accommodate

sandwhich that which is A snake digesting her prey shape of my belly

on the witness stand a rampage in a tutu he could not recall

best coverage of pentagon propaganda thank you C N N

ticker tape factoids round the clock redundancy M S N B C

you have to vote for the evil of two lessers a drunk once told me

Barry Manillow makes the whole world sing sometimes He don't write haiku

Here in Miami Eighties aqua green and pink Aesthetics as vice

business travel fascinating journeys through exotic airports

sky mall magazine filled with monogrammed sundry and things that vibrate

bistro bag goodies turkey rubber on a roll I fly for the food

pressurized yogurt at thirty three thousand feet explodes on my shirt

air security fondles me with metal wand I kind of like it

to support our troops you don't have to support our administration

I catch myself saying...

when I was your age we didn't have computers we had to eat dirt

Brother can you spare a haiku?

Please submit haiku These don't write themselves you know I'm holding my breath

it's not you it's me and in this case it was true necrophiliac

television tithe the comcast monopoly save money, read books

dog ponderings

a mouth, an anus and in between a body for mobility

Public Service Announcement

using cruise control is not at all similar to auto pilot

pub haiku

hanging upside down like Saint Peter on his cross Jameson's Whiskey

dry contact lenses sucking my eyes like star fish furious blinking

insert no quarters panting dog makes bed vibrate i love a bargain

screaming woman screams just you shut up and listen south philly moment

loadest person here shouting drunk demands that we shut up already

A crazy old man with so much live us scares my dogs away

At the Parlor

a man call’d Smitty inks an anchor on my arm careful not to sneeze

twelve hours in flight amalgamated to chair great view of the wing

can't get off my ass I'm a tv sacrifice but wait there is more

pink slip

toodaloo to you going back to my job as a go go dancer

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

Argh you evil thing! Work dilligently I must! Ok one haiku

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

LJ never was a bastion of self control bring it on you punk

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

air of importance referring to oneself in third person yoda

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

lock and load haiku jingle bells monica smells and she layed an egg

Monica & Laura Wage Haiku

good entertainment there ain't no getting bored with bodily functions

Day of Saint Patrick Reinforce stereotype I puke leprechauns

Look What I've Found

Michael and Steven My dueling haiku cousins On the internet

My Commitment

Oh no, broken site Can't stand those on my server My good name's besmerched!

My Commitment Part 2

Fear not, broken one Attacking without delay Ah, it's working now

Dog Haiku

insatiable shredding pillows brings such joy we sleep fine on floors

A war on Iraq A war for Saint Patrick's Day Celebrate our fools

Vicious Circle

that was my last one you're having another one? guess I'll have one too

here in Osnabruck life is more complicated so many umlauts

three best reasons for working in education june, july, august

Season Word Isn't Always Obvious

lusty fiddleheads are fried in butter we scream for more

Boozin'

be tapping the keg dispensing the frothy ale raise our cups to all

Almonds

dropping off the tree brown rocks under foot hmm nutty nougat

oldest profession?

sexual innuendo transgression commodified hello mr. policeman

bdsm fantasy

bound by constraints reject perceived liberties offer no excuse

Cold Calls

Numbers on a page Don't know these people at all Hi can I speak to

Deli Part 1

6 feet of deli meat tastes so good with malted beer come get some today

Deli Part 2

delicious with ale ham, pastrami and roast beef cheese and lettuce too

Deli Part 3

warm italian bread thin slices of cured specialties washed down with cold suds

Deli Part 4

vegetarians dream of cold cuts and cheeses instead they eat grasses

Deli Part 5

salad greens tomato vinaigrette salty sweet yes mayo onion pickle

ancient halloween wisdom

halloween party if no time to make costume rub dirt on face- bum

file server crash-- darn! you can do no work today so go home early

Arrrgh!

computer goes boom it takes forever to find my script is corrupt

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

long night out drinking spinning room lulls me to sleep morning massive pee

ikea crap

ikea wardrobe damn ikea cheap crap OW! hammer hits thumb

haiku is too hard

she asks for haiku but too hard to write words that fit five seven five

Arrrgh!

computer goes boom it takes forever to find my script is corrupt

Friday

too tired for friday time is dragging-- the work clock is my enemy

Boogers

My boogers are green though sometimes they can be brown. Odd, that one was blue...

The Flintmobile

Anti-lock braking courtesy of Fred's two feet. Tell me how he steers.

Haiku format

This line has five beats. The middle one has seven. This one has four. Damn.

Thursdays at PJ's

Inebriation. A moment of clarity. Who peed in my pants?

The day is not long. When it is filled with beauty, 'tis not long enough.

There should be no wars Killing innocent people Doesn't solve a thing

Why are we fighting? Our leaders have lost their way Apocalypse now

Alone without you, My heart, a vase of sad tears, Shattered without joy.

red message of death spontanious abortion file has truncated

Dog Haiku

I love my master; Thus I perfume myself with This long-rotten squirrel.

Dog Haiku

I lie belly-up In the sunshine, happier than You ever will be

More Dog Haiku

Today I sniffed Many dog butts - I celebrate By kissing your face.

More Dog Haiku

The cat is not all Bad - she fills the little box With Tootsie Rolls

Yet More Dog Haiku

I am your best friend, Now, always, and especially When you are eating.

The accordion "Squeeze box," yes, but more often "The Stomach Steinway"

Bassoons forever Try in vain not to sound like A farting bedpost