Frozen HeartClear like crystalSparkles so brightCreates rainbowsRefracting lightSmoothly flawlessBeautiful sightSafe and secureNever takes flightWeighing heavyFeels hard as stoneCold to the touchDesires unknownEver watchfulArdor not shownAlways so stillSilent, alone
Moon Frog HaikuThe pond sits tranquil,Reflections of the night, Splash!Frog shatters the moon.
Bridge of SighsStrips away all disguise,Abandons the lies,Won’t compromise, Bridge of Sighs Journey for the unwise,Time no longer flies,Hopes vaporize, Bridge of Sighs Evanescent goodbyes,No final sunrise,Grey endless skies, Bridge of Sighs Guardian angel cries,Another dream dies,Blank staring eyes, Bridge of Sighs
The ImmortalO’ Grim Reaper, creature of sorrow,When will you show yourself to me,Will you come for my soul to borrow,Or must I go on for eternity? Will I have to travel from land to land,Such as the ancient mariner did,Will you take me by the hand,Or will you stay forever hid? O’ great Hades, god of the underworld,Please tell Ceberus to let me pass,I’ll give to you my life unfurled,Why is it me alone, whom you harass? How can you take a man in his prime,Instead of an aged man like I,Please tell me when it will be my time,Tell me when I may finally die.
Election Day HaikuWith empty promise,Candidates gather their flocks,The geese just fly by.
Autumn HaikuLeaves jump from the trees,As cold winds howl in the night,The fire dances.
Knights of the Black CrossSorcerers of madness, fire in their eyes,The executioners of so many lives,They wanted the world as their slaves,And turned the cities into fiery graves,How many lives must be lost,To the Knights of the Black Cross.Raining fear and terror from the skies,This is the reason the Black Cross flies,Their leader was so insane and evil,He relished all the chaos and upheaval,Who would have to pay the cost,For the Knights of the Black Cross.This was the time for the bloody fights,The valiant would battle against the Knights,The battle raged on for days and days,This was the time the Black Cross pays,Now the Knights have no more power,Because this was Britain’s finest hour.
My Favorite SeasonSwimming in the water, and drying in the sun,Hum of the locusts, as they chime all as one.Splatter of colors, on deciduous trees,Building a fire, to offset the cool nights breeze.Soft muffled silence, of new falling snow,Hard bite on your skin, at zero and below.Violent release, of thunderous rain showers,Fragile beauty, of newly formed flowers.These are just a few of the reasons,I like not one, but all of the seasons.For if any of these were here all the time,They would be ordinary, rather than sublime.So please don't ask me which season is best,For each is only wonderful, because of the rest.