under black cold skies
the cafe warm yellow
like nana

strained relations
very little sleep
every exam our future

sunny autumn breeze
old woman talking smoking
goanna basking
just a ripple
on the river

bird's eye river view
cascading green slope
hoboe scatterings

To my wife (all the way over in Melbourne):

under soiled nappies
and full calendars...
a rare jem

airport arrival
one-after-the-other...
smiling faces

cigarette smoke
lower IQs
feels like home

back in brisbane
melbourne clothes
feeling overdressed

cold autumn night
looking for warmth
in a blanket

beneath a white grey sky
my son is an aeroplane
on my feet

the train is leaving
young school boys leap...
a celebration

big boy two years old
running with a chicken poo spade
squaaarrrk

curious toddler hands
too many things they can't touch
then that smile

wooden table
hard words
loss of a child


(re-edit of "easter reflection")

plants bearing seeds
trees bearing fruits with seed
god saw it was good

alone on a bench
a woman sits watching
she's gone

A previously written confession:

Moments of sensitivty
documented,
captured
and finally held radsom
by a mad power-hungry
investment banker who says:
"I'll milk this juicy morsel for every last return".

Will you worship me?
and do I REALLY want you too?
Yes.

(a recent post by Pat Paulk has helped lighten me up a bit, see: "Anti-Venom" on lauhing ghosts link).

searching for haiku
i mistake a streetlamp
for the moon

four men perched close
side by side on a bench
one standing talking

A re-edit:

crisp autumn breeze
laughing children swing
under dark clouds

bedside table
a holy bible sits alone
the computer runs hot

beach boulder
high tide submersion
sun glistens on the low

blood red moon
speaks of danger
in stranger places

inspired by aurora's great entry: "moonspeak" http://thelongestwoooing.blogspot.com/

another version:

blood red moon
in forrest shadows
a wolf stalks his prey

stretch of white cloud sky
grey streaks
three birds dance

sumptious easter brunch
next morning
chickens sing


(I am glad I went outside)

Soft pink petal
too much to bear the heat
of midday sun.

(Inspired by "as i approach" on ericshaiku.blogspot.com).

After the winter rains fall
the sun shines warm
on the chicken's back.

Winter breeze blows crisp
on my cheek. Kids swing merrily
under the grey, bleak clouds.

I empathise...
tired eyes and toddler screams
merge like traffic head on.

(inpsired by vaughn seward's post "two-year old" on masago-no-haiku).

Life of a student teacher with kids: "BlogThis"

More Haiku:

Sitting down on the
edge of night, the moon hangs low like
my mood. A crow cries loud and flies south.

Edited version:

Sitting on the edge of night
the moon hangs low.
A crow cries loud and flies south.

Edit 3 based on Denis' suggestions (Blog site: Haiku & Tanka Unchained):

low hanging moon
on the edge of night
cry of a crow flying north

Life of a student teacher with kids

Good Friday Reflection: "On this night so solemn".

Many times we've gathered around this wooden table.
We've listened to words which no man ever spoke.
Hard words that would shake to the core.

But no words cut to the heart more than those you spoke tonight.

Sadness overwhelmed our hearts like news of the loss of a child: Our hearts torn on this night so solemn.

Then You: A King amongst fisherman!
Stoop and wash our dusted feet like a servant boy.

Check out this spontaneous Haiku: I was spun out that it fit the exact syllable pattern 5-7-5. I wrote it before I knew that was how you were supposed to write haiku - Doo-doo-doo...

Basketball.

On a dark still night
like this the hand goes swish to
the beat of the light.