Small bird on hippo
Hippo on great dinosaur
Nature's pyramid

Failing to remain
And plough a single furrow...
New veg discov'ry.

Arachnamare

A dream of spiders
Jumping like spiders should not
Please stay still, spider

I heard of a place
Where food and music were born
On y va, mon frere

Accused of evil,
Crow considered his charge...
'Evil it shall be'


Crow

Wind swept me away
Earth longed for my return but
The flight took my heart

The Real New Leaf

When the morning comes
All that long-ago planned change
Will surely happen

The week at an end
We rest on the Black Sabbath
Gifts of riffs from God

Turn of the seasons
Oversees wide-ranging effects
Increasing heartbeat

Ridicule (Us)

Infatuation?
Heterosexuality -
[Contamination]

Biking Capers

A pure Notts croggie
Not undertaken lightly
Down a steep descent

Harvest Time

September comes round
A great harvest yield this year
A verse a day or more

We all of us fret
This time would be better spent
Humming for instance

Lunchtime - a concept
So abstract that I struggle
With its great borders

Too long 'till lunchtime!
Hungry like Ouroboros
Starting on toenails.

There are many ways
To strip, scalp and skin a cat
But get the right one

At the hill's summit
Observation powers thought
Which powers all else


By one of the Als again

As the seasons turn
Unstoppably, I hope you
turn out some Haiku.


By Joe

I have a passion
For the musical arts scene
One thing I do have

I have a passion
For intelligent women
One thing I may have

I have a passion
For environmental health
One thing we don't have

Inspired by absence,
Rhythmless weeks, sparse thinking,
No haiku for days.