Drought

summer rain denied

riverbed curls up and dies

life is not renewed

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SEDUCTION

As

your lips

caressed mine,

I fell in lust.

Your gentle tongue probed

spots I thought forbidden

as eager hands ignited

and excited virginal flesh

till, aching with desire, I cried YES!

As your lips caressed mine, I fell in lust.

Dectina Refrain – a form of poetry invented by Marion Friedenthal and named by Luke Prater.(To my knowledge this is a style of poem I developed myself circa 2007/2008.  I apologise sincerely for that misconception if it is a form that already exists out there.  It is 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 syllables and then 1-2-3-4 repeated on a separate line.)

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FAITH

when faith falls away

all that remains is darkness

no sun moon and stars

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SILENCE IS GOLDEN

Why are you silent, vuvuzela?

The sound of your busy buzzing

inside the huge stadia

just a ghostly whisper.

You quit when Spain won.

Loudest voice in

Africa’s

World Cup

hushed.

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SWALLOWS

as winter draws near
their instinct is to fly south
chasing the summer

OR

as winter draws near
they instinctively fly south
chasing the summer


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TOKOLOSHE

(pronounced something like “tore-kore-losh-ee”. This nonet is written about the fabled little man whom many black South Africans fear - possibly more than death itself)

Tokoloshe! Zulu warrior,
why is it you tremble in fear
when you hear “Tokoloshe”?
Surely he is not real,
this pint-sized zombie
with gouged-out eyes
and power
to kill
you?


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WHAT???

Stranger things happen
than fish raining from above-
flying cows sank ship!

A fun haiku on a serious topic for Haiku Heights #18...


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